CSI NY: Bye Bye Lullaby
Chapter 1
20/2/2008
Four years have passed since I last saw him. A lot has changed since then. It appears that the city however has not. I should be concerned about the circumstances surrounding the reunion, but I'm not. Mac Taylor came into my life when I needed someone the most. I had lost the one person I was closest to in the world and I wanted to find out who had taken them. I guess for you to understand this entry I should start from the beginning.
7/1/2004
The house was like something out of a catalogue. A white picket fence surrounded a perfectly cut lawn and a huge tree. A layer of frost covered the lawn, the crisp morning was verging on perfection. The house itself was colonial. Five bedrooms, two bathrooms, dining room and cellar. The one thing missing from the picture was the happy family and dog. The NYPD car pulled up and parked in front of the partially full mailbox. Officer Dennis Vilencio had been in the NYPD for six years. He had seen a lot of action in those years. His partner, Paul Collins had been in the Department for ten years. Dispatch had called them and said that the neighbour of the people in the house was concerned as they had not been seen in two days and mail had begun to accumulate in the box. Vilencio exited the car and headed over to the mail box. Sure enough the door was open and a pile of mail was inside. Paul opened the gate and headed up the path. He looked around, the curtains were drawn, the house was in darkness. Vilencio caught up with his partner. They stood at the front door. Collins raised his hand to knock it when a voice came from behind them
"Hello"
They turned round. An old woman, about sixty years old was walking towards them. Her glasses hanging around her neck, she wore a dark blue cardigan and a pleated skirt. She joined them at the top of the steps.
"I'm so worried. Michael and Catrine always come over to make sure that I'm ok. They are such a nice couple. So happy together"
Dennis put his hand up to stop the woman going further
"Ma'am. When was the last time you saw Mr and Mrs Lomax?"
The old woman looked at him as though he had insulted her. He had just interrupted her.
"I already told your people. I saw them the day before yesterday. Catrine came over to see how I was doing and then headed home because Michael was due home. She was cooking him dinner you see".
Paul nodded and laid his hand on the woman's shoulder
"Mrs?"
"Mariellis"
"Mrs Mariellis. We are going to find out if they are inside. But I need you to go back into your house and wait there. Alright?"
Mrs Mariellis nodded and turned heading back towards her front door. Paul turned to Vilencio
"You need to get some people skills"
Dennis grinned
"Yeah. You just have a thing with old women"
Paul chuckled. Dennis was cocky, but when he had a job to do. He did it to the best of his abilities.
Standard procedure was to knock on the door and announce that you were an officer from the NYPD and order whoever was inside to open the door. Dennis knocked on the door while Paul called out
"NYPD. Open the door!"
Ten seconds passed and there was no answer. Paul looked at Dennis, if they had a dime for everytime no-one answered. Paul lifted his hand and knocked again
"NYPD. Mr and Mrs Lomax, open the door or we will enter your residence!"
There was still no answer. Paul shook his head and then tried the handle of the door. It was locked. Paul moved back slightly from the door. Lifting his foot he braced himself and shot his foot forward. The door threw itself open and hit against the wall. Their weapons were unholstered and held with the muzzles facing towards the sky. Paul sidestepped over the threshold, he brought his gun down level and aimed forward. Dennis was behind him, his gun also aimed forward however ensuring it was not aimed towards Paul. Dennis turned and moved into the room on his right. The kitchen was immaculate, pots and pans were positioned on a stand. There was nothing on the counters. It looked as though the residents had a good cleanup before they left. Paul continued forward, the sitting room was directly ahead. The white walls of the sitting room made the room bright. The early afternoon light spilled through the windows and hit off the walls. Paul covered his eyes with his hand as they adjusted to the light. As with the kitchen, the sitting room was spotless. Everything was placed neatly where he guessed it should be. Dennis emerged from the kitchen and headed up the stairs, the carpet was thick and must have cost a fortune. He reached the top of the stairs, a bathroom was situated directly in front of him. He nudged open the door and moved inside. Dennis heard Paul coming up the stairs behind him. He moved out of the bathroom and glanced down the hall, he looked to Paul and nodded his head. Paul knew that the nod meant he was to go to the door on the right and Dennis would take the left. Paul moved first. He always went with his gut instinct, and right now his gut instinct was telling him that something was very wrong in this house.
Dennis aimed his gun down as he pushed open the door. He stepped around, that was when he saw it. The bed was situated against the back wall of the bedroom. A huge pine headboard positioned tight against the wall. The bed was situated in the middle, between both walls of the room. The victim lay on the bed. His left arm hanging over the side of the bed. Blood had trickled down his arm and had formed a pool on the cream carpet. His head was leaning to the left. His eyes were wide open. Dennis took two careful steps forward towards the bed. The victims throat had been cut. Blood splatter covered the wall and the sheets of the bed. Dennis turned and looked towards the window, it was closed. The killer had obviously left via the door he had just come through. Paul appeared at the door, he moved in slowly as Dennis had. Dennis turned, he moved out of the room and continued down the hallway. The next door he came across was closed. A stenciled giraffe was positioned on near the top of the door. The room belonged to a child. A sick feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. Dennis did not want a child to be behind this door. He caught movement out of the corner of his eye, a second later, Paul was there. He looked at the door and then lifted his hand to the handle. Seconds passed as Paul turned the door handle. A soft squeak was heard as the door opened slowly. The sight that they were met with was incomprehensible. They had been trained to deal with difficult scenes. But this was something that they could not have come up with in their worst nightmare. Paul's eyes widened, his gun fell to the floor. Dennis fell to his knees. He could feel his stomach begin to turn. The chunks slowly began to rise in his throat. The burning sensation rising more and more. He covered his mouth, hoping to catch it before it contaminated the scene but it was too late. Vomit spilled onto the floor. Paul lifted his radio to his mouth
"D-Dispatch. This is Collins. You gotta get someone over here n-now"
Hey Everyone. This is my first try at a CSI NY fanfic. Please let me know what you think.
Lex