50 Shades of Blood
Authors Note
This is my very first FanFiction story so please bear with me. I'm usually someone who writes just as hobby and only for myself so I am very nervous about putting this story for everyone to see but I'm hoping if one person reads and likes it, I'll be happy. Thank you.
Christian's dialogue will be in bold and Anastasia's will be in italic as I've seen a few stories use this and I personally find it easier to follow but if you do not, please let me know and I can edit.
I want to be taken more seriously. I get it, I'm young – they don't think I can handle the stress of a case. I can – I majored at the top of my class with a degree in Pathology and Criminology. I just need one case, please…. Just give me one!
*Ring, ring! *
Huh? I look at my work phone ringing, that's freaky right? I pick up my phone "Detective Ana Steele, Homicide Unit." A deep voice beems at me "Steele – its Havers, we've just received a case. A 62-year-old male has been found dead in his house. Rodriguez in on site and he has confirmed it's a homicide. We need you to head this case. Whoever has done this, they wanted him to die. Be there in 10 minutes, ok?" My face is in shock! The sergeant has asked me personally to head this case! Yes! "Yes sir, I'm on my way." I grab everything I need off my desk in my crummy cubicle booth and head to my car.
The address is given to me through the police radio – Beachwood Way? I've heard that is a bad area of town. The last two months, 24 crimes have been reported in this area. I pull up to the house, there are people staring at the house, its ok Ana, you can do this. Just take a deep breath – and go. I get out of my police car and walked towards the house. I see Jose Rodriguez, my colleague walking up to my wearing a white body suit. "Steele – you'll need to put this on. It's nasty in there and we cannot contaminate the evidence." He's holding up another white body suit for me. Wow – this must be really bad. I quickly jump in the white suit and zip all the way. I walk into the house and I wish I never had.
The house is completely falling apart; it looks sloped to the side. It looks like no-one has looked after it at all. Cigarette stains everywhere. All over the floors, the walls – even on the ceiling. The walls are chipping way – must have been horrible to call this place your home. We see the body in the kitchen – not a pretty sight. He was stabbed once in the chest which is weird considering there is blood all over the kitchen, if you can call it that. Cigarettes butts lie in the sick, food covered in mould all over the kitchen counters. The only thing worse about the sight was the smell.
"Who is the detective in charge of this operation?" I hear one of DNA analyst's calls out. I raise my arm and state "That's me." The guy walks up to me and states "I'm Matthews – this is a clear homicide case. Rigor Mortis is about setting in so we need to autopsy as soon as possible but it's pretty clear he died from the stab wound to the chest. We believe we have found the murder weapon but we will need to take it to the laboratory to do some DNA testing. Pictures have been taken of the crime scene however the house still needs to be sealed off." I'm actually being taken seriously as in charge of this. Thank god! I am so happy right now. "Thank you Matthew's – any clue on who our John Doe is?" "We have been able to match the identity of the body and can confirm the victim is Jack Hyde – 62-year-old male. His partner Ella Grey passed away only two days ago which makes this unfortunate. No immediate family is known however Ms Grey did have a son, Christian Grey. Perhaps he should be notified of Mr Hyde's passing. Maybe he might have an idea of who would do this."
"Thank you Matthews. Please let me know as soon as possible regarding the autopsy results and the DNA testing of the weapon. Has the pathologist been called to collect the body?" "Yes – he's on his way over right now." "Thank you – you may leave. Everyone – once the pathologist gets here, we must all clear the crime scene and seal it off so there is no risk of contamination."
I walk outside and take the bodysuit off. I must start questioning the neighbours. Oh boy – this is going to be a tough one. They all look like they're about to eat me. I walk over to the house on the right hand side which is covered in beer cans all over the lawn. Friendly, right? I have to roll the sleeve of my shirt over my hand to knock on the door as it looked that dirty. The door slightly opens to an older woman peeking out. Messy platinum blonde hair in a short style with dark leftover eyeliner rings under her eyes. She's wearing a leopard skin dressing gown that's reeks of wine. I hold my breath in as much as possible.
"Hello ma'am? I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions in regards to your neighbour Jack Hyde?" She eyes me up and down as if I'm dirt. "Depends on whose asking?" "I'm Detective Steele from the Seattle Homicide Unit." Her face changes the minute she hears 'homicide'.
"Homicide? As in murder?"
"I'm afraid so ma'am. Jack Hyde was murdered – we estimate this happened last night or the early hours of this morning. Do you remember anything from yesterday? Do you remember seeing him at any point?" She looks behind her to see if anyone is standing there – weird. She then shuts the door in my face. Could have said no if you hadn't but I hear locks jingle.
She opens the door fully and steps outside. "I did see him yesterday in his garden, he was drinking beer. He always drank that – all day, every day." He drank every day?
"He didn't act different?" She looks at me as if I'm accusing her. "That's what I said, didn't I?"
Maybe she doesn't know about Ella? "Are you aware of Ms Ella Grey's passing two days ago?" Her eyes grow wide when she hears the word passing. Her pupils are so dilated; I'm surprised she is coherent.
"Ella died? Jack never said anything. Then again, he and she are another story." That's bit of a weird thing to say.
"What do you mean their relationship is a different story?" She looks down and twitches her lips a little bit.
"Let's just say they weren't the happiest of couples. We would hear their arguments all the time. Especially the boy."
"What boy?"
"Oh sorry – I meant her son, Chris or something. He and Jack never got on."
"Sorry – you never told me your name Ms?" "Lincoln, Elena Lincoln – I've been a neighbour to Jack for the last fifteen years."
"Did you hear/see anything else from yesterday?"
"I did see the boy – whatever his name is, I don't know why I keep saying boy, he's like in his twenties but anyway, I saw him go in the house last night when I was having a cigarette." Oh dear. This is a big clue.
"Can you please tell me what time this was Mrs Lincoln?" She thinks for a minute. "I believe it was just after 9pm – I had to say goodbye to a visitor and that was the time he left." I'm writing all of this down in my notepad so I don't forget it. "Thank you very much Mrs Lincoln – enjoy the rest of your day." I walk away from the house and get in my car and release a huge breath that I've been holding. This is going to be a big case.