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A/N: Ok, I don't really know what to say about this other than it got it in my head and won't leave. So, here it is. Hope you enjoy!
What Makes Us Who We Are
Chapter 1
"Okay, so what do we know so far?" Don asked.
They were all running on empty practically. This was a tough case. They'd been called when several major drug dealers had all been essentially executed in their own garage. It seemed like a professional job. The fact that they were under investigation and had mob connections wasn't sitting too well either. They still hadn't gotten any leads. Now they were just trying to figure out how they could possibly narrow down the list of people who were capable of doing this, and had motive. To be honest, it was a very long list. Going over it again, they realized they weren't getting any closer.
"Hey guys, fingerprints from the garage just came back, we got a hit," Megan said, brightening everyone's day as she brought the file up on the screen so they could all see.
"Who is he?" David asked, looking at the picture of the gruff, but handsome, young man.
"Kyle Richardson, low-level drug dealer, some petty theft charges, nothing too big," Megan read from his file.
"OK, so what does he have to do with our case? Think he's the shooter?" Colby asked.
"Who knows, but it's worth checking out," Don said.
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"Kyle Richardson!" Megan called through the door after knocking. When no answer came, her and Colby shared a look, and pulled their guns, before using the key the landlord had given them.
They began clearing the apartment. While Megan had taken one bedroom, Colby took the other. He opened the door to find a teenage girl, in loose fitting jeans that hung on her hips, a tank top that showed most of her mid-section, and a hooded jacket. She looked barely seventeen, a little thin, and her dark hair was in a messy bun. She froze for a second when she saw Colby, but quickly grabbed her backpack and was out the window, heading down the fire escape before he knew it.
"FBI, STOP!" Colby yelled after her, and started following her. Megan ran in, and saw Colby climbing out the window as well.
"I'll take the stairs," she said as he started making his way down the fire escape quickly.
He made it down not long after the girl, and chased her into the alley behind the apartment building. She was faster though, and was already over the fence by the time he got there. As he made it over as well, she was long gone. He panted and took a deep breath before making his way back to Megan in front of the building.
"I lost her."
"Wonder what she was doing there?" Megan wondered out loud.
"Let's go find out," Colby suggested, and they made their way back up to the apartment.
When they walked back into the room she'd been, they noticed the decorations and pictures.
"This must be her room," Megan said as she picked up a picture. "Look, here's one of her and Kyle Richardson." She handed Colby the photo, and sighed. "I wonder what the connection is."
"I dunno, but she's gotta know something if she just took off like that."
"Think it's anything to do with our case?"
"Who knows."
"Well, let's get a couple of these back to the lab, see if we can't get a print off of one. Maybe then we can find out who she is."
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"And she just took off?" David asked, something just didn't add up.
"Yeah, she saw me and started running before I knew it," Colby told him.
"What was she doing there?" Don asked.
"We think it might've been her room," Megan said, looking up from Kyle Richardson's file. She'd been looking it over to try and find a connection to the mysterious teenager.
"And we don't know who she was?" Don asked her. Megan shook her head.
"No, but the lab was able to pull a print. They're running it now, so we'll see if we get a hit in AFIS."
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"Hey, that was the lab, they got a hit," Colby announced.
"So? Who is she?" David asked as Colby brought up the file.
"Rain Zamora," Colby informed them. "She's got a record for shoplifting, breaking and entering, trespassing, vandalism, and she just got out of juvenile hall six months ago. She served two years for grand theft auto, still on probation."
"Does it say anything about how to find her?" Megan asked.
"Last known address, no surprise here, same apartment. It's got her school though, apparently she's got a pretty good attendance record."
"OK, you and David go see if she showed up today," Don told them, seeing them nod and leave he then turned to Megan. "See if you can contact her probation officer, find out what he knows."
"You got it."
A/N: Well, hope you liked the first chapter. Reviews are appreciated!