Summary: Don/OC. The CSI: NY and CSI: Crime Scene Investigator teams have joined together for the most difficult murder cases for them. People have been found being burned at the stake in many different places and there is no connection what so ever. Jo Dee Melissa is part of Miami's CSI team and she meets Don Flack Jr.
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Note: This prologue may be slightly graphic for a few people. You have been warned.
Prologue – Witches Will Wail
A young girl cried and begged the men to let her go, to untie her and let her run home as she sat on the pyre and watched the men with fearful eyes as they walked closer to her. They wore no masks and that enabled the young girl to see their cruel smirks and hating eyes as they held the burning stick in front of them. Her clothes were ragged and bloodied due to the beating she received earlier after she spat in one of their faces. Bruises scattered her pale body, and scars that would never heal lay on her once unblemished skin.
"Please. Please, I beg you! I don't want to die! Why are you doing this?" she cried out, wailing and screaming, hoping that someone would hear her. One man stepped forward out of the crowd – the leader. The Don. He flashed a sadistic smile at her and grabbed the burning stick.
"You are a Witch." He said slowly as if she were dumb, pronouncing each syllable carefully. The girl sobbed and thrashed her side to side in desperation, tears falling down her cheeks uncontrollably, her doe-like brown eyes so innocent, so young, so naïve. Why me? she asked silently as the fire spread around her.
The screams began.