Joley Suicide
Chapter 1: Truths
Why did always get the cases that hit so close to home? The sight in front of her made her sick to her stomach. The tattoos, the piercings, the outfits… She didn't know who the girl was, but she had a good idea as to what group she belonged to.
Lindsay decided to keep her mouth shut, wait until everything was confirmed before confessing anything.
Within 3 hours, her worst fears had come true. Carenza Sanders, AKA Omen, was a Suicide Girl. Danny had found the initials on the girls' panties. She knew if she stayed on this case, she'd likely be meeting up with Missy Suicide before too long. Time to talk to Mac.
She headed towards Mac's office, knowing she had to do it now, before she chickened out. Unfortunately, she ran into Danny on the way to her boss's office.
"Where ya headed? I have these 'Suicide Girls' coming in for interrogation, I'll need your help." He told her, stopping her with his arm.
"I need to talk to Mac before I do anything else." She replied grimly. Her voice was soft but determined.
Danny's eyes probed the young CSI's face. Something wasn't right. Far from it. He'd seen her upset before, he'd even seen her mad. But this, this was an emotion he wasn't familiar with, at least with regards to Lindsay. This was resignation, regret….
He bobbed his head in agreement. "OK, well you know where to find me, that is, if you need anything. Anything at all, OK Montana?" He questioned, placing his hand on her arm to enhance the concern in his voice.
She nodded and turned to head to Mac's office.
Not even 5 minutes later, she was seated across from the man she'd come to hold in the highest regard possible. "What's the problem Lindsay?" He asked gently, settling back in his chair.
"I want to be taken off the Suicide Girls case." She told him, averting her eyes from the gaze of her boss.
"Lindsay, I would, but we're already stretched pretty thin here. I mean, we've all got cases. If you want to be removed from this case, I'm going to need a reason, and a good one at that." He replied.
She'd piqued his curiosity. She wasn't one to normally have problems when it came to cases. She was actually known for being able to handle any situation she was put in.
She sighed. She knew it was going to come to this. She reached into her back pocket, retrieving a photo she'd previously kept hidden in her wallet in a secret pocket.
She flipped it over and slid it across the desk.
He sat up, sliding towards the desk to take a look at the photo.
It was a Suicide Girl. She was staring provocatively at the camera, slightly turned away, looking over her shoulder. She had coal black hair with bright pink stripes running through it. Her clothing was tight and leather, black in color.
The girl's face was made up in wild exotic looking make up. She wore boots up to her thighs, ripped stockings presumably ran the rest of the way up underneath the micro-mini. She had piercings in her lip, both ears, and eyebrows. She had a few tattoos, not as many as the other girls, a couple tribals on each arm, one Chinese symbol on her inside wrist, an exotic scene on her right shoulder blade, and a tiger poking out from the top of her mini skirt.
Mac studied the picture, taking in the individual details. He'd not been heavily involved in the Suicide Girls case, but he knew there were only supposed to be 10 girls, including the deceased one, not 11. "I'm not sure I understand Lindsay. What is this? Who is this?" He questioned.
"Joley Suicide." She replied despondently. She kept her eyes off his and focused them on her hands, which were now playing with the cuffs of her shirt, desperately trying to keep from sitting still.
"Joley Suicide? Who is that?" He asked, never removing his eyes from the photo in his hand.
Lindsay leaned forward, pulled up her sleeve and slid her wrist across the table.
"Me."
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