Stella Bonasera was in the lab, trying to match up a finger print that she had found on a piece of clothing found on her vic. Running it through the computer, hoping that she would find a match in the system. But much to her disappointment, the result came back negative. No match. She sighed heavily in defeat, she was back to where she had been an hour ago before any print had been found. Pushing herself back so that she could stand up from her chair, she rubbed the back of her neck some then placed her hand on her hips. She then had this horrible feeling suddenly spread throughout her.
It was a feeling that she couldn't quite explain. It was something that she didn't really like. And hoped that it would soon pass and that she would never to have to feel it again in her future. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, hoping that she could relax herself so the feeling would just disappear but that was not the case. The only thing she knew for sure was that she had the feeling something was wrong. Something bad has happened. Not to herself or with the case but with something.
A moment later as she was still in deep thought, Lindsey quickly made her way into the lab and startling her when she had placed a gentle hand on Stella's shoulder. Stell turned around sharply about to scold the person whom had just scared the hell out of her but stopped herself when she looked into Lindsey's eyes. It was full of fear and sadness.
"Lindsey, what is it?" She questioned, concern was written all over her face. It was also found in her voice as she placed a hand on her young CSI members shoulder, hoping to give her comfort.
"We just got a 911 call." Lindsey stated, her eyes locked on her boss.
Stella nodded her head, not really understanding why Lindsey was behaving like this was her first case. Besides, if something was truly wrong, she knew Lindsey wouldn't beat around the bush. "It's just another call, Lind's. We get them all the time."
Lindsey just shook her head. "No, you don't understand. It came from your apartment, Stella."
Once those words had left the young members mouth, Stella's breath caught in her throat. She took in a sharp intake of breath before quickly pushing past Lindsey and rushing down the hall, with the young woman chased after her.
At Stella's apartment, Detective Flack stood inside the trashed kitchen. His blue eyes full of sadness as he looked down at the scene before him. He just couldn't believe what he was seeing. He knew that Stella would be arriving soon enough, once she got wind of this it was just going to devastate her. Taking in a deep breath as he turned his attention to the older gentlemen standing next to him.
Mac Taylor couldn't help but let out a small sigh when he looked at Flack. Both were thinking about Stella and he knew it. How couldn't you think of her in that moment and how she was going to react when she came bursting through the door. He turned his attention back to what was before them. "Time of death?" He asked Sheldon Hawkes who was on his knees a few feet from where he and Flack stood.
"Hard to tell." Hawkes replied as he examined the body that laid there before him. The sight he was looking at was pretty scary. Almost something out of a horror movie or something.
"Where is she?!" A familiar voice yelled from out in the hallway, it caused all three men to turned towards the door. They already knew who the voiced belonged to. This was going to be hard for them all to watch and they knew it.
Stella pushed past the officers that were standing at her front door, Lindsey and Danny quickly following right behind her. Trying to stop her from going inside the place but she was determined to get inside to see things for herself. Tears were already evident in her eyes, threatening to fall at any given moment. Both her green eyes rested on Don and Mac. "Where is she?" She asked sadly, determination in her voice. It was clear that she almost knew what she was expecting to see.
Mac shook his head some at her before moving towards her. "Come on, Stell." He said softly, placing his hands on her shoulders and she grabbed a hold of his jacket for support. Mac tried to coax her back out of the apartment, he knew she wouldn't be able to handle the scene that was just out of sight from her.
She wouldn't budge through, she just struggled against him till she was able to get herself out of his grasp, making her way further in and turning to move around the counter. That's when she stopped dead in her tracks. Her breathing seemed to stop as she just looked at what was just a few feet from her.
Laying there in a pool of blood was the lifeless body of a young teenage girl. Andrea 'Andy' Bonasera. Sixteen years old. Fully clothed in shorts and a t-shirt. She was positioned on her back, eyes closed with a kitchen knife sticking out of her chest. Bruises could easily be seen on her arms, legs and face. Her left hand was cut pretty badly. The cuts deep, down to the bone and they were like nothing she had ever seen before.
"NO!" Stella cried, tears finally breaking free, streaming down her cheeks as she quickly rushed towards her daughters side. Kneeling down but before she was able to touch her, Don had stopped her.
"Don't touch her." He told her after his arms had wrapped around her tightly, holding her to him. If she had touched the body, it could compromise the case and he knew that Stella wouldn't be able to live with herself if she knew that the killer walked because of a mistake she had made.
Stella let Don hold her close but she wouldn't be moved from her daughters side. She couldn't. "No, no, no...not my baby!" She sobbed, shaking her head while her left hand moved up to cover her mouth. Turning away from her little girl and burying her face into the crook of Don's neck while she continued to cry. He did his best to comfort her but he knew that he wouldn't be able to take the away the pain that she was suffering from.
The team just stood there with sad eyes as they watched their good friend break down in Flack's arms. They couldn't imagine what she must be feeling at that moment. Stella had already been through so much in the past. It seemed she could never have any good luck. Just bad. First Frankie, the HIV scare, Crazy stalker Drew and now this. This was something Stella would never really recover from and they all knew it. Everyone of them knew that Andy was Stella's one good thing. And now she was gone.
Mac sighed, he knew that he had to get Stella out of the apartment so that they could process the scene, that way they could come that much closer in catching the killer. Stepping forwards and stopping just in front of Don, but his eyes rested on the back of Stella's head which was still buried in Don's neck. "Stell. I'm going to have to ask you to step out. We need to process the scene."
She simply just shook her head at his statement before pulling away from Don and looking up at her long time friend. "I won't leave her, Mac." She said through the tears, taking in deep breaths, trying so hard to get herself to breath regularly.
"You know that I cannot allow you to stay, Stella." He said gently before his eyes turned to Flack, who just gave him a nod.
Flack was fixing to stand himself up so that he could take his grieving friend outside of the apartment so that the team could start to process. But before he was able to do anything, they all heard a commotion outside the doorway.
"Sir, this is a crime scene you have to stay back." A male officer's voice stated firmly but before they all knew it, a young twenty year old male pushed his way inside Stella's apartment and quickly started his way over towards Andys body. The officer rushing in after him. "I'm sorry, sir." He stated when his eyes landed on Det. Taylor.
Mac just held up his hand to silence the officer as he turned to look at the young man who had just barged into the crime scene and made his way over to the vic. "Sir, you cannot be in here." He stated stepping forwards.
The man refused eye contact with everyone in the room, he quickly kneeled himself down on the opposite side of Stella. Looking down at Andy before his eyes came into contact with Stella's green eyes.
Danny walked forwards then around the body and over to where the man was kneeling, placing his hand on his shoulder. "Hey, you can't be in here, man." He tried, hoping this time this guy would listen to him and get out. They had a lot of work to do.
"I can save her." The young man finally stated, his eyes were completely focused on Stella. Her eyes widened a bit, not knowing what he meant by that statement.
Everyone else was just as confused as Stella had been. How could he save her? It wasn't possible. Andrea was dead. She had no pulse. His hazel eyes never leaving Stella's for a moment, it was obvious that he knew for a fact that she was the mother of the teenager that laid lifeless between them. "Please, I can save her." He pleaded with her, seeking permission for something.
"Get him outta here, Danny." Flack stated as held onto Stella protectively, not liking the feeling he was getting from this kid.
Danny nodded then began to tug on the man, trying to get him to stand up so that he could escort him out of the apartment. But the man fought with him. His eyes still on Stella's. "Ma'am, please...I know I can bring her back to you." He pleaded again. "Let me prove it."
Finally being able to yank him to his feet with Hawkes help, the both were about to usher him out the door but stopped when hearing Stella's voice. "Wait." Her voice was soft, but yet loud enough for them all to hear. They all turned to look at her. She didn't know what she was hoping for...a miracle? That had to be it cause she knew that her daughter was gone.
The man jerked himself away from Hawkes and Danny's grasps before quickly kneeling back down and looking up at Stella. "Trust me. I know this will work. You just have to let me finish..." He trailed off before looking down at Andy. He moved his hands around either side of the knife without touching it and closed his eyes.
Everyone had gathered closer, not understanding what was going on or what he was doing. They just knew that something was about to happen and they needed to see it. Mac couldn't believe that Stella was allowing this kid to slow down the investigation, but then again he had to admit that he knew she was trying to hold onto some hope.
Stella's green eyes went from her daughter's lifeless body that was in front of her before they rested on the young man who had just began to speak in a foreign language that she wasn't too familiar with. But then she suddenly snapped out of her daze. She couldn't believe that she was letting this kid do. What was he doing? A spell on her daughter? What the hell was she thinking? She couldn't allow this to continue another minute.
Before she was able to tell him to stop, he spoke the last few words of his little spell and something happened. Something no one saw coming.
Andera's eyes snapped open, her back immediately arched up off the ground as she took in a deep breath. Her eyes moving down towards her chest where she felt a pain, her brown eyes widening when seeing the knife sticking out. Both hands went up instinctively to either side of her chest but coming no where near the knife, not really know what to do.
Andy was alive.
Alright, this is Chapter one! I hope everyone likes the start to this. It just sorta came to be the other night and just had to begin writting it before I forgot. Let me know your thoughts. The more reviews I get means the more I get more inspired to write more chapters. So please, read and review!
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