-1Disclaimer: 'Law and Order: Criminal Intent' and all its characters belong to Dick Wolf. Not me. : (
A/N: Should I continue with this story?
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Murder, He Wrote // Chapter 1: Help
She was running. God, she'd been running so long. But she had to keep going. She had to get away. As far as she could. Keep running. Just keep running. . .
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"She's been here since this morning," Captain Daniel Ross explained to the two detectives as he motioned to the sleeping girl in the room behind him. "No one can get anything out of her. Not even her name. Nobody knows why she's here, but she won't leave. See what you two can do." He stepped aside so that Bobby and Alex could open the door and move in.
She was huddled up in a corner of one of the rooms separate from the large area that held all of the detectives' desks. A thin blanket had been thrown over her sleeping figure and her short, dark brown hair laid in messy layers against her pale face. Alex looked up to Bobby, who gazed down at her as they approached the teenager. Bobby crouched, gently laid his hand on her thin shoulder, causing the girl to abruptly jump awake. Her bright blue eyes stared at him as she tried to curl further back against the wall.
"I'm not going to hurt you," he said softly. "My name is Bobby," He motioned to his partner using one of his large hands. "and this is Alex."
She looked him up and down, then did the same to the female detective standing behind him. "Are you going to help me?" she asked, her voice still weak and raspy from sleep.
"Yes, we are." Bobby stood, offered her a hand. She stared at it for a moment, and then reached out to take it. When the detective helped her to her feet, the blanket fell to the floor and behind him he heard Alex mutter something that sounded much like "sweet Jesus".
The pale pink tank top and gray sweatpants the teenager wore were soaked in blood, as were her arms and bare feet. And now that this was visible, Bobby could clearly see where the girl had tried to smear blood off of her face and hair. Still staring, Bobby pulled out a seat and watched as the girl fell into it.
"What happened to you?" he asked after a moment of eerie silence.
"He killed them," she answered, a tremor in her voice. "My parents are dead."
