TITLE: "Purchase of Power": A Law and Order & Smallville crossover
tale
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: A murder in a Park Avenue luxury apartment leads Assistant District Attorney McCoy to one of his most formidable opponents. The story occurs in the current timelines of Smallville and Law and Order. Law and Order and Smallville fans -- this tale is for you.
CHARACTERS:
From Law and Order
Det. Lennie Briscoe, Det. Edward Green, Lt. Anita Van Buren, Exec
ADA Jack McCoy,
ADA Serena Southerlyn
From Smallville:
Right now, just the Luthors. But, hey, McCoy can subpoena just about anyone, can't he ...
DISCLAIMERS: This tale is purely for entertainment purposes. WB and DC Comics own all applicable rights to "Smallville." NBC and Dick Wolf own all applicable rights to "Law and Order". This tale is fictional and does not refer to any actual events or persons. Any similarities that might occur are coincidental.
Chapter 1
[NEW YORK CITY -- Versailles Luxury Condominiums, Park Avenue, suite 3015, 7 p.m.]
The FedEx delivery man scratched his head. A Ms. C. Saunders had called his dispatch office only an hour ago. She wanted an express delivery to Metropolis. He checked the address again. Suite 3015. The concierge walked towards him.
"Ms. Saunders should be here," the puzzled concierge replied. He knocked on the door. "Ms. Saunders? You have a delivery from FedEx?'
"Look, I gotta go to the Upper East Side to pick up another package," the impatient delivery man insisted.
The concierge knocked again, then checked the handle. It was unlocked. "Ms. Saunders, your door was unlocked," he announced. He walked into the foyer and turned into the living room.
"Dear god,"he gasped. Ms. Saunders lay on the plush carpet, flanked by spatters of blood. Her throat had been cut. The delivery man peered through the door. "Something wrong?"
"Call 911. Now!"The concierge shouted, as he dashed out the door.
This isn't good, he thought. Mr. Luthor won't like this at all ...
Half an hour later, Det. Briscoe and Green arrived on the scene.
"Park Avenue. Sweet," Green whistled, "I wonder how much dough a pad on Park Avenue costs nowadays."
"Keep dreamin', Ed," Briscoe deadpanned, "I doubt your salary would even cover the parking space."
A beat cop caught up with the detectives. "Hey, Lennie, this guy's the condo's concierge. He came across the body about half an hour ago."
"So, who was the victim? Had she been living here long?" Lennie asked.
The concierge wiped his brow. "Chelsea Saunders. She had been living here since September. For work."
"What sort of work did she do?" Green added.
The concierge coughed. "Umm ... I think I was public relations, marketing. Something like that. She was from out-of-town, so her employer put her up here on a short-term lease."
"Alright, spit it out,"Briscoe muttered, "who does Chelsea Saunders work for?"
"She works -- worked -- for ... Luthor Corp. I think they were planning a new corporate plaza, right on Wall Street."
Green passed his card to the concierge. "Thanks. We'll be in touch if we have any more questions."
Across the hall, another cop questioned the FedEx delivery man. Briscoe and Green approached him.
"You say that Ms. Saunders called the FedEx office about an hour ago?" Briscoe asked.
"Yeah. My dispatcher said I should come here first. She had an urgent delivery."
"This?" Green held the thin FedEx envelope.
"Yeah," the delivery man replied. "Express delivery to Luthor Corp HQ. Metropolis."
Police photographers took pictures of the crime scene as forensics technicians collected blood samples from the rug.
"So we've got a dead broad in a Luthor-owned condo," Briscoe explained, "with a package that she wanted to get to Metropolis as soon as possible."
"Isn't Luthor Corp. one of the biggest petrochemical companies in the world?" Green asked.
Briscoe nodded. "Yeah, and I'm curious to see how anxious the Luthors are about getting this delivery. Considering someone died to try to get it to them. Quickly."
Green glanced at the crime scene and shook his head. "Talk about going the extra mile for the Company ..."
[27th Precinct, NYPD]
Lt. Van Buren listened on the phone. "So you're telling me Chelsea Saunders has no relatives in New York? Just a mother in Illinois?"
"Yup," Green replied, "We found an address in her Palm Pilot."
"Anybody else interesting in her life?" Van Buren asked.
Green studied the receipt. "The receipt says she bought it at a Best Buy, like, two weeks ago. I doubt she had the time to enter anything new in it. Lennie says her day planner's only had work-related entries. Nothin' but client dinners, board meetings and power lunches."
An officer whispered something in Van Buren's ear. "Where are you guys now?" she demanded.
"Still canvassing the floor at the Versailles for witnesses," Green replied, "No luck so far."
"I want you guys to get your butts to JFK airport," Van Buren insisted, "Lex Luthor's due to board a corporate jet to Metropolis. The flight leaves in an hour. You'll have to hurry."
Briscoe and Green traded glances. This could be the break they needed.
[JFK Airport, 8:40 p.m.]
On the tarmac, Lex Luthor waved off his security guard. "Thanks for your help. I'll be back in New York in about two weeks." He walked towards the stairs to his jet.
An airport security car pulled up. "Mr. Lex Luthor?" Briscoe shouted over the engines, as he flashed his badge.
"Is there something I can help you with, officers?" Lex inquired, "I've got a gala at the museum tonight."
"You may have to miss it, Mr. Luthor," Green replied, "An employee of yours -- one Chelsea Saunders -- was found dead in your company's Park Avenue condo."
Lex's face blanched. "Ms. Saunders?" He knelt on the tarmac, visibly shocked at the news. "We just had lunch. Strategies for lobbying
city hall on our new corporate plaza."
"I'm sorry about your employee," Briscoe said, "This is just routine, but ... where were you today between the hours of 6 and 7 p.m.?"
"At Luthor Corp. Towers, Wall Street," Lex replied, "With about a dozen of my associates."
"We'll need the contact information for all of them," Green stated. Lex looked suspiciously at him. "Like my partner said," Green continued, "This is just routine."
Lex cleared his throat. "I'll cancel my engagement in Metropolis and provide you with whatever assistance you may need. I take it you have more questions for me?"
"It shouldn't be too long," Briscoe replied, "Should your story check out, you'll be back in Metropolis in time to dazzle your guests at the museum."
Lex looked out the sedan window, as they drove to NYPD's 27th Precinct. A murder linked to Luthor Corp. certainly won't look good in the public's eye, he feared.
tale
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: A murder in a Park Avenue luxury apartment leads Assistant District Attorney McCoy to one of his most formidable opponents. The story occurs in the current timelines of Smallville and Law and Order. Law and Order and Smallville fans -- this tale is for you.
CHARACTERS:
From Law and Order
Det. Lennie Briscoe, Det. Edward Green, Lt. Anita Van Buren, Exec
ADA Jack McCoy,
ADA Serena Southerlyn
From Smallville:
Right now, just the Luthors. But, hey, McCoy can subpoena just about anyone, can't he ...
DISCLAIMERS: This tale is purely for entertainment purposes. WB and DC Comics own all applicable rights to "Smallville." NBC and Dick Wolf own all applicable rights to "Law and Order". This tale is fictional and does not refer to any actual events or persons. Any similarities that might occur are coincidental.
Chapter 1
[NEW YORK CITY -- Versailles Luxury Condominiums, Park Avenue, suite 3015, 7 p.m.]
The FedEx delivery man scratched his head. A Ms. C. Saunders had called his dispatch office only an hour ago. She wanted an express delivery to Metropolis. He checked the address again. Suite 3015. The concierge walked towards him.
"Ms. Saunders should be here," the puzzled concierge replied. He knocked on the door. "Ms. Saunders? You have a delivery from FedEx?'
"Look, I gotta go to the Upper East Side to pick up another package," the impatient delivery man insisted.
The concierge knocked again, then checked the handle. It was unlocked. "Ms. Saunders, your door was unlocked," he announced. He walked into the foyer and turned into the living room.
"Dear god,"he gasped. Ms. Saunders lay on the plush carpet, flanked by spatters of blood. Her throat had been cut. The delivery man peered through the door. "Something wrong?"
"Call 911. Now!"The concierge shouted, as he dashed out the door.
This isn't good, he thought. Mr. Luthor won't like this at all ...
Half an hour later, Det. Briscoe and Green arrived on the scene.
"Park Avenue. Sweet," Green whistled, "I wonder how much dough a pad on Park Avenue costs nowadays."
"Keep dreamin', Ed," Briscoe deadpanned, "I doubt your salary would even cover the parking space."
A beat cop caught up with the detectives. "Hey, Lennie, this guy's the condo's concierge. He came across the body about half an hour ago."
"So, who was the victim? Had she been living here long?" Lennie asked.
The concierge wiped his brow. "Chelsea Saunders. She had been living here since September. For work."
"What sort of work did she do?" Green added.
The concierge coughed. "Umm ... I think I was public relations, marketing. Something like that. She was from out-of-town, so her employer put her up here on a short-term lease."
"Alright, spit it out,"Briscoe muttered, "who does Chelsea Saunders work for?"
"She works -- worked -- for ... Luthor Corp. I think they were planning a new corporate plaza, right on Wall Street."
Green passed his card to the concierge. "Thanks. We'll be in touch if we have any more questions."
Across the hall, another cop questioned the FedEx delivery man. Briscoe and Green approached him.
"You say that Ms. Saunders called the FedEx office about an hour ago?" Briscoe asked.
"Yeah. My dispatcher said I should come here first. She had an urgent delivery."
"This?" Green held the thin FedEx envelope.
"Yeah," the delivery man replied. "Express delivery to Luthor Corp HQ. Metropolis."
Police photographers took pictures of the crime scene as forensics technicians collected blood samples from the rug.
"So we've got a dead broad in a Luthor-owned condo," Briscoe explained, "with a package that she wanted to get to Metropolis as soon as possible."
"Isn't Luthor Corp. one of the biggest petrochemical companies in the world?" Green asked.
Briscoe nodded. "Yeah, and I'm curious to see how anxious the Luthors are about getting this delivery. Considering someone died to try to get it to them. Quickly."
Green glanced at the crime scene and shook his head. "Talk about going the extra mile for the Company ..."
[27th Precinct, NYPD]
Lt. Van Buren listened on the phone. "So you're telling me Chelsea Saunders has no relatives in New York? Just a mother in Illinois?"
"Yup," Green replied, "We found an address in her Palm Pilot."
"Anybody else interesting in her life?" Van Buren asked.
Green studied the receipt. "The receipt says she bought it at a Best Buy, like, two weeks ago. I doubt she had the time to enter anything new in it. Lennie says her day planner's only had work-related entries. Nothin' but client dinners, board meetings and power lunches."
An officer whispered something in Van Buren's ear. "Where are you guys now?" she demanded.
"Still canvassing the floor at the Versailles for witnesses," Green replied, "No luck so far."
"I want you guys to get your butts to JFK airport," Van Buren insisted, "Lex Luthor's due to board a corporate jet to Metropolis. The flight leaves in an hour. You'll have to hurry."
Briscoe and Green traded glances. This could be the break they needed.
[JFK Airport, 8:40 p.m.]
On the tarmac, Lex Luthor waved off his security guard. "Thanks for your help. I'll be back in New York in about two weeks." He walked towards the stairs to his jet.
An airport security car pulled up. "Mr. Lex Luthor?" Briscoe shouted over the engines, as he flashed his badge.
"Is there something I can help you with, officers?" Lex inquired, "I've got a gala at the museum tonight."
"You may have to miss it, Mr. Luthor," Green replied, "An employee of yours -- one Chelsea Saunders -- was found dead in your company's Park Avenue condo."
Lex's face blanched. "Ms. Saunders?" He knelt on the tarmac, visibly shocked at the news. "We just had lunch. Strategies for lobbying
city hall on our new corporate plaza."
"I'm sorry about your employee," Briscoe said, "This is just routine, but ... where were you today between the hours of 6 and 7 p.m.?"
"At Luthor Corp. Towers, Wall Street," Lex replied, "With about a dozen of my associates."
"We'll need the contact information for all of them," Green stated. Lex looked suspiciously at him. "Like my partner said," Green continued, "This is just routine."
Lex cleared his throat. "I'll cancel my engagement in Metropolis and provide you with whatever assistance you may need. I take it you have more questions for me?"
"It shouldn't be too long," Briscoe replied, "Should your story check out, you'll be back in Metropolis in time to dazzle your guests at the museum."
Lex looked out the sedan window, as they drove to NYPD's 27th Precinct. A murder linked to Luthor Corp. certainly won't look good in the public's eye, he feared.