Lindsay Monroe pulled the department vehicle over to the curb and cut off the engine. She reached into the back and pulled out her steel kit before she opened her door. The air outside was bitter and stung her face. Lindsay held her jacket closer to her body as she hurried across the street. She boot slipped in the melting slush, making her trip much more hazardous. Lindsay stepped up to the curd and entered below the yellow crime tape.
An officer was posted by the entrance. He nodded to her as Lindsay showed him her badge. Lindsay didn't have to walk far from the entrance to find her DB.
"Well, well, Mac takin' the trainin' wheels of ya Monroe?" Detective Flack asked.
"Flack, did Danny teach you how to piss me off?" Lindsay asked.
"Where is Messer? " Flack asked.
"Back in the lab. Mac handed us the case and Danny and I flipped for it." Lindsay explained.
"I take it you lost." Flack turned around, his shoulder shaking with laughter.
Lindsay rolled her eyes and pivoted on her heels. "How 'bout I call Danny over here instead?"
Flack turned around quickly. "No! No! I won't make anymore wiseass cracks tonight, I swear."
Lindsay looked over her shoulder.
"C'mon Monroe, you can't leave me without a CSI on this case, please." Flack begged.
Lindsay turned around. "What do we have?"
Flack smiled. He pointed down to the dead body at the end of the hall. "Lucas Holland, twenty five. He owns the building. Been renovating it for another apartment complex."
Lindsay headed down the hall to the body. Lucas was tall and muscular. There would have be a lot of force behind his death. Lindsay set her kit down beside her and knelt down beside Lucas. She grabbed her camera and snapped pictures of the body. COD was obvious, gunshot to the head. Lindsay slipped on a pair of gloves and lifted Lucas' hand. He had full movement, which meant he'd been dead for less than four hours.
"Who called it in?" Lindsay asked.
"His partner, Sherman, over there." Flack answered.
Lindsay looked up and followed Flack's hand. She found Sherman outside the door. "He's been dead for a few hours, how did he know?"
"Says they were working on the buildin'. Sherman went out for food, gone about an hour…and when he came back, he found Holland on the ground already dead. Their other partners, Misty Haze and Marty Golf, are missin' as well." Flack explained.
Lindsay looked back down at the body. There was a white power on his shirt. Lindsay took a sample of the power. Looking around the body, Lindsay found more of the powder leading from the body. They looked to be shapes of footprints. Lindsay snapped the pictures and followed them toward the back of the building.
"Whadya find Monroe?" Flack asked.
"I'm not sure yet." Lindsay answered.
"So'd Mac tell ya 'bout the Policemen's Ball in a few weeks?" Flack asked.
"Yeah, he mentioned it a few days ago." Lindsay answered. She walked a few more steps down the hall.
Flack followed Lindsay, lighting her way. They followed the footprints to the far end of the building. Lindsay shivered as the temperature dropped to the same degree as it had been outside. Small puffs of fog emerged from Lindsay mouth as she exhaled.
"You going?" Flack asked.
Lindsay shook her head. "Afraid not, Flack. Balls, dances, parties- they've never really been my kind of thing."
"You kiddin' me Monroe? Ya gotta go to this. Free food, decent music, not to mention all the eligible men." Flack winked.
Lindsay rolled her eyes and smiled. "I think I'll pass."
"Well I can name a certain Bronx native who would surely miss you." Flack replied.
Lindsay shook her head but kept silent.
The footprints suddenly died down to nothing at the split of two hallways. Lindsay looked down both hallways. She shook her head and turned to Flack. "What now?"
Flack shook his head. He opened his mouth to speak. Before he uttered a word, gunshots broke through the air. Lindsay jumped. Flack turned in surprise. Someone yelled down the hall, followed by more shots. Lindsay put her light in her pocket and reached for her gun on her holster. At the end of the hall came footsteps. They were hurried, picking up speed.
Flack and Lindsay removed their guns and aimed them at the end of the hall. A black figure emerged from the corner. He lifted his rifle and opened fire. A barrage of bullets flew down the hallway. Flack shoved Lindsay out of the way, as the bullets embedded themselves in the wall where they had stood in front of.
"Move!" Flack ordered.
Lindsay pushed herself up to her feet, leaving her weapon behind. She could see Flack in the corner of her eye as she ran down the hall. Lindsay glanced over her shoulder. She could see the black figure reaching the end of the hall. He lifted his weapon again, aiming for them. Lindsay looked in front of them. There were two doors leading two different directions. The barrage of gunfire began again. Lindsay flinched from the sound. She shoved Flack into the left exit and jumped into the right one. She leaned against the wall breathing heavily.
Flack was across the hall form her. "You alright?"
Lindsay nodded. She flinched as pieces of the wall ricocheted in front of her. "Get out of here!"
"I'm not leavin' you!" Flack yelled.
"He can't follow both of us!" Lindsay replied. She turned and headed down the room. It ended quickly with a staircase leading up. Lindsay followed the stairs, hearing the footsteps heading toward her room. She ran up the stairs to the next floor. Lindsay took a quick left, heading as far from the stairs as she could. She turned down as many corners as she could, trying to get to an exit.
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let the anxiouty begin. oh it's good to be back.
i own nothing.