Quinn Fabray stood over the blood stained bed with her camera at the ready. This was crime scene two, that night. The door of the small apartment was open, and the lock seemed broken. There was glass on the carpet and the bed sheets were thrown on the floor.
A young woman, probably 18 or 19 was in the bathroom, dead. Her blood was everywhere and the scent of death filled the air. Quinn sighed and snapped pictures of everything, the bed, the door, and the body. Everything was extremely messy and it looked like the killer had left no trace behind.
"We got nothing Fabray." A woman walked in, her brown hair in a bun and her face set in a scowl.
"The neighbors didn't hear anything, the door has no prints. And the cameras caught no criminal activity." The woman said in a steady tone, her eyes darting around the room.
"Keep looking Torres, someone has to have seen something." Quinn said in a frustrated voice. "Someone heard something because that girl is 5'9, 115 lbs. She didn't go down easy." She ducked her head down to get a better look at the bed. Her eyes covered by orange shades and a blue light in her hands.
"I found semen. Send it to trace." Quinn told the brunette. Mitchie Torres leaned down and took a sample.
"I'll keep you posted." She said as she left the room. Quinn went back to the bed and searched underneath and found more traces of blood.
"Need help Fabray?" A voice boomed over her.
"No Puckerman, I don't need help." She sent him a glare, he smirked and opened his kit.
"So what do we have?" He asked.
"Female, 19, Caucasian, 5 foot 9, lives alone, 115 pounds. Red head, no evidence of a roommate or anyone else. The door was forced, but there are no prints. Semen on the bed, I sent it to trace. Blood all over. Seems like she was stabbed twice. Once on the small of her back and the other in her side. Died of blood loss." Quinn paused. "This girl was bleeding for about an hour before she died. It must've been painful." Puck looked at her and his look softened.
"We'll find whoever did this, don't worry Fabray." He smiled at her but their moment was cut short by screams in the hallway.
"Robin!" A girl about 19 was being held back by two officers.
"I'm sorry ma'am you can't go in." Mitchie told her in a sad voice.
"But I have to see her!" The girl sobbed, her brown hair was disheveled and her blue eyes were frightened. "I need to see Robin." She continued in a strained voice. Quinn stepped forward.
The victim's name was Robin Andrews.
"I'm so sorry, Ms. Andrews is dead." The girl broke down into sobs. Her eyes shut and her head shook.
"She can't be! I never told her! No! No!" She screamed and fell to the ground. Quinn looked at Mitchie and nodded. The brunette picked the girl up and led her to the elevator. "She can't be dead. I never told her that I loved her!" The girl screamed her voice was broken. Quinn looked at Puck and shook her head.
"Poor girl." Puck whispered. Quinn frowned.
"Tell me about it." She said gently. "There was semen on the bed." She told him with wide eyes. He raised an eyebrow at her.
"Rape?" He suggested.
"It's a possibility. Unless she didn't love that girl back." She answered.
"Let's do a rape kit anyways." He said, he took a white bag from his kit. But stood awkwardly.
"You should do it." He told her, his hand outstretched. Quinn nodded and went into the bathroom to collect samples from the body.
It was going to be a long night.
A/N: So that was…interesting. Haha well I know that I haven't updated Behind Closed Doors, even after I told you guys I would but since I am a big CSI:NY fan I had to right this! So here it is. Let me know what you think.
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