A/N: Hey everyone, this is some story idea I came up with. It sounded like a good idea at first so I figured why not. I don't own CSI:NY or any of the characters. Oh and here are the ships for the story- Danny/Lindsay, Mac/Stella, Flack/OC. Remember to read and review. Thanks.
Chapter 1- A New Body
"Danny, Lindsay, there's a dead body found in the East New York section of Brooklyn," Mac said, handing Danny a piece of paper with all the information on it.
"Is this murder similar to the other murders?" Lindsay asked.
Mac sighed and looked down at his shoes. "Yeah, I'm afraid there's another serial killer on the loose. There's been seven deaths in five days and the murders all appear to be the same. The killer really knows what he's doing."
"Hey Mac, you got extra cops watching our back out there?" Danny asked.
Mac looked at Danny as if Danny had just said he came from outer space. "Of course I got extra cops out there, it's a tough area."
Danny laughed once Mac was done talking. "Alright, let's go Montana," he said.
"Danny, what are your thoughts on this whole serial killer thing?" Lindsay asked, once she got into the passenger seat of a car.
"Look Montana, bottom line is someone's out there killing people. The media's gonna have a field day reporting that there's a serial killer on the loose. That's gonna cause people to panic. And when people panic, the mayor puts a lot of pressure on the police commissioner to solve the case. The police commissioner then puts pressure on us. We gotta catch this fucking bastard before he could strike again. It's that simple," Danny said.
"Yeah, but how are you going to solve a case like that?" she asked.
"First thing we gotta do is figure out a connection between all the victims. Even a small connection like they all used to live in the same neighborhood or something like that has to be used. By doing that, we have a motive. All we have to do after that is find someone who would want all those people dead, which isn't too easy," he said.
"Danny, I'm kind of scared by all of this," she said.
"Hey Montana, don't worry about this. I'll personally make sure the bastard doesn't get you," he said, turning on the radio. "Now just relax and listen to the radio," he said, turning to a sports station.
"Oh and Danny, what's so bad about East New York?" she asked.
"Montana, it's one of the worst neighborhoods in the entire city. You drive down there and you keep thinking in the back of your mind something's gonna happen to you whether its someone stealing your car or someone shooting you," he said.
"I can see why you wanted the extra backup," she said.
"Yeah, it's not a nice place to be," he said, listening to something about the Knicks game last night. "The Knicks are so fucking terrible, it's not even funny," he said, after hearing the Knicks had lost again last night.
"You're a Knicks fan Danny?" she asked.
"Yeah, been rooting for them since I was a little kid. Man, I used to remember the good old days when we had Starks, Ewing and Oakley," he said.
"I think you're going to be good friends with my dad. He's a big basketball fan and since we're all the way out in Montana, I think he roots for the Seattle Supersonics," she said.
"Really? I'm surprised he roots for them," he said.
"When you're out in Montana, there's not much teams you can root for," she said.
"Hey, Montana, I know this case is getting to you, I mean it's been affecting all of us, but remember to stay focused regardless of what happens," he said.
"Yeah, it's just I'm still shocked from the last crime scene," she said.
Danny shut off the radio and thought about the last crime scene he had been working on along with Lindsay. There was a dead body found in the Flushing section of Queens, an Asian male in his early 20's. ID found on the victim showed his name was Michael Kim, age 22 and he was a graduate student at Greenberg University. The thing that upset Lindsay the most was that the victim's head was cut off and placed a few feet away from the body. When Lindsay saw the head, she immediately went over and hugged Danny. 'Oh man, being in her arms was good,' he thought, thinking about another victim, 23 year old Jose Gutierrez, another graduate student at Greenberg University.
"Hey Danny, what are you thinking about?" she asked.
"Nothing, I was just thinking about the last crime scene," he said, glancing through the windshield of the car. "Wait a minute, I just noticed, weren't all of the victims graduate students from Greenberg University?" he asked.
Lindsay sat for a second thinking about what Danny just said. "You're right Danny! I wonder why we haven't noticed that before," she said.
"You know, I just realized another connection between all the victims. They were all dumped in neighborhoods where there's a lot of people of the same nationality," he said.
"Danny, what are you talking about?" she asked, confused.
"Think about it, Michael Kim was Korean. His body was found in Flushing, which is a dense Korean community. Jose Gutierrez was from the Dominican Republic and his body was found in Washington Heights, which is a neighborhood full of people from the Dominican Republic. Then there's Angela Francisco, an Italian. Her body was found in Bensonhurst, which has a lot of Italian people living in the neighborhood," he said.
"So, what can you tell about this victim?" she asked.
"I'm assuming the victim is a graduate student at New York University and since his body was found in East New York, which is mostly African-American, I'm going to also assume that our victim is African-American," he said.
"I guess we'll see if you're right when we hit the crime scene," she said.
"Thing is, the killer is also proving to us that he's extremely unstable. He's targeting both men and women, regardless of their ethnicity," he said.
"Hey Danny, I'm just wondering why it's taking so long to get to East New York," she said.
"That's cause East New York is far off and to an extent, it's also isolated. It's sorta at the border of Brooklyn and Queens," he said.
"Then you won't mind if I take a nap do you?" she asked.
"Nah, go ahead," he said, realizing the case was really taking a toll on her. Thing was, the case was taking a toll on everyone in the lab. He had not gotten a good night's sleep since over a week ago and judging by the looks on his co-workers faces, he could tell they weren't getting enough sleep either. Danny sighed and continued driving. Along the way though, he kept glancing at Lindsay. 'She's so fucking cute, I gotta do something before some other jerk starts dating her,' he thought, realizing he would probably have to wait until they found their killer. Forty minutes later, he pulled to a stop in front of some crime tape and woke Lindsay up by shaking her.
"What's going on?" she mumbled sleepily.
"Hey Montana, we're at our crime scene," he said.
Lindsay nodded and got out of the car. Danny followed her and they went over to take a look at the body. "Looks like you were right," she said, seeing that the victim was an African-American male.
"Hey Montana, let's start processing," he said, as a detective came up to them. "Hey Chad, what do you know about this guy?" he asked, as Lindsay began taking pictures.
"Danny, your victim is Marcus Prince, 22 years old. Body was found here by some guy walking his dog early this morning," Chad said.
"Let me guess, he's also a graduate student at Greenberg University," Danny said.
"Yeah, how did you know?" Chad asked.
"Hey Chad, we got a serial on the loose now. We don't know why the killer's going after these victims but all we know is that they're all Greenberg University graduate students," Danny said, beginning to look over the body.
"Well, good luck with that," Chad said, walking away.
"Hey Danny, looks like our victim was stabbed or cut to death," Lindsay said.
"I think all our victims were stabbed or cut to death," Danny said.
"Hmm, that's another similarity between all of our victims," she said, noticing something sticking out of the victim's pockets. "I wonder what this is," she said, pulling out a piece of paper from the victim's pocket.
"What does that say Montana?" Danny asked, continuing to look for evidence.
"It appears to be a note from the killer," she said, unfolding the paper. "Hey NYPD, I bet you're having trouble finding me right? Let me give you a few hints to help you. I once applied to Greenberg University as a graduate student but got rejected. That was ten years ago. Why those innocent students? Hah, there ain't no such thing as an innocent student. Everyone has skeletons to hide, even you. The Butcher will strike again," she read.
"Great, now the only lead is this psycho once applied to Greenberg University ten years ago. I guess Flack can go there and find out who applied back then," he said.
"This killer's a professional too. There's no fingerprints at all, not even partials," she said.
"I guess our work here is done then," he said.
"Yeah, there's not much else we can do here," she said.
Danny gathered his evidence kit and Lindsay did the same. There wasn't much evidence here other than the dead body. The coroner would deal with that later and take it back to the lab for an autopsy. But Danny and Lindsay assumed that the cause of death was either from being stabbed or blood loss. Danny and Lindsay put their evidence kits in the car and got inside. As Danny, started the car, he noticed Lindsay seemed to be in tears. Danny sighed and placed an arm around her. He also grabbed a tissue and wiped away the tears from her face. He had a feeling that this case was affecting Lindsay more than she would admit.
"Hey you alright there Montana?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she said, continuing to wipe the tears off her face.
"Want to explain to me why this case is affecting you so badly?" he asked, concerned.
"It's just all the victims are young kids. They got their whole future ahead of them. Why would any sick maniac want to kill them?" she asked, tears falling down her face again.
Danny reached over and gave Lindsay a comforting hug. "You know, we got a psycho out there who doesn't agree with you. According to this psycho, everyone has skeletons to hide."
"But that doesn't allow him to commit murder," she said.
"I know, I'm not saying it does but that's his logic," he said.
"What do we do from now? The killer said he applied to Greenberg University as a graduate student ten years ago. That's basically our only clue," she said.
"We gotta go to Greenberg University and find out the names of everyone who applied there as a graduate student ten years ago," he said.
"That's going to be like looking for a needle in a haystack," she said.
"We don't have any other clues though. That's the problem," he said.
Lindsay nodded and she took another nap. 'Damn, she needs to get some rest. This is really killing her,' he thought, driving back to the lab. Meanwhile, he continued to think about their killer. Judging from the methods used, this person was a serial killer. Danny thought about the Son of Sam killer and wondered what reasoning this killer had. Something about where all the bodies were dumped didn't add up either. The bodies were dumped all over New York, as far north as Washington Heights and as far south as Brighton Beach. Danny continued to think about the locations where the bodies were dumped but couldn't think of any connection. Finally, he had arrived back at the lab.
"Yo Montana, we're back," he said, shaking her awake.
"Hmm, give me a second," she mumbled, stretching.
"Montana, should I just drop you off at home?" he asked.
"What will Mac say if you do?" she mumbled.
"He's going to understand, given the circumstances," he said.
"Fine, here's my address," she mumbled, before falling asleep again.
A/N: I tried to keep everything in the story as realistic as possible. All neighborhoods mentioned are real neighborhoods. Greenberg University, however is made up. Oh and this is purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people is purely coincidental. So, how was it? Leave a review, you know you want to ;).