Disclaimer: I don't own any of the CSI NY characters and the story is my own as are the non CSI NY characters
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the CSI NY characters and the story is my own as are the non CSI NY characters. They aren't based on anyone and are completely fictional.
This is my first time writing so any comments at all will be very appreciated. Feel free to comment, I hope it's ok. Well here goes nothing.
Summary: Danny and Flack investigate a murder of a transvestite and there appears to be a serial killer on the loose when Mac and Stella find another body. But this is the least of Mac Taylor's worries; he stumbles on a surprise when investigating the murders.
"Well I've seen a lot but I can honestly say I have never ever seen this." Danny said as he walked down the alleyway. At the end of it he saw Flack who was looking slightly puzzled. Flack had his head to one side and was squinting under the lights of the apartment block.
"Flack are you shocked? I don't think I've ever seen you shocked." Danny said in a slightly mocking tone. Flack smiled slightly and then nodded to the various body parts scattered around the alleyway.
"Well from what I can see half of the parts are male and the other female. So either we have a double homicide or we have a very strange single one on our hands. Personally I'm hoping for the double." Flack said as he wrote some notes in his book.
"Who found the body? Or the body pieces?" Danny asked.
Flack pointed to a couple.
"Seems that those two couldn't wait for two blocks to have a intimate moment. Guys stumbled over the torso."
"Bet that was a romantic moment." Danny said shooting the camera at the different pieces of body. Flack nodded and went to go get witness statement while Danny searched the scene. Danny spotted something shimmering in the streetlight under some rubbish. He moved the rubbish out of the way and saw blood at the end of the metal pole. He examined it and noticed marks on either side of the pole.
"Flack I think I have the murder weapon."
"Well this is definitely one body Danny. One and the same." Sid said taking his glasses off as Danny stood looking at the body that Sid had put together like he had just been doing a jigsaw.
"There's a stab wound to the neck which is most definitely COD. It looks like it was made by an object which rough edges."
"I found a long metal pole at the crime scene. Could that be the murder weapon?" Danny asked.
"Quite possibly."
"Well I'm assume we're looking a for a killer who really doesn't like transvestites. So that narrows it down to like what?" Danny said sarcastically.
"Well this could narrow it down a bit more. I found this on the left breast." Sid said showing Danny the tattoo. It was of a bird with a name running around it.
"'Real Life Surprises'. Is that a saying or something?" Danny asked mesmerised by the tattoo.
"I think it's a bar actually where what you see isn't what you get." Sid said smiling. Danny smiled slightly.
"I'm not even going to ask."
Real Life Surprises was an average sized club. From the outside it looked like an everyday club, double doors hiding the secrets behind them, the sign above the door that was dull during the day and glittered during the night. Inside there was a stage in the middle of the room and small tables surrounding them. The bar took up most of two sides of the room. This was no ordinary club though. This was a club where what you saw wasn't always what you got. And Jennifer Mahone knew this very well. She applied for the job of assistant manger because she wanted to do something different; she wanted to escape from her past. And so far she thought she was doing a sufficient job. Her mother had always told her that the further she ran away from something the quicker it would catch up to her. Jennifer was set out to prove her mother wrong, something which her mother rarely was. She sighed as she polished the bar. She spent far too much time here, she had only just left at eleven this morning and she was now back again at seven preparing for opening. Which she couldn't do with out the 'girls'. Just as she thought this, the back door flew open and the smell of far too much perfume wafted through the air.
"Tiff, what have I told you about bathing in perfume. It's no good for you."
"Well neither is not getting enough sleep but you still do that." Tiffany said back. Tiffany was about five foot ten and had dark hair. She used to be called Terrance but had always felt better in women's clothes. She laughed as Jennifer shrugged and carried on walking.
"What's sleep? Never heard of it." Jennifer said sarcastically.
"Have you heard about Holly?" Tiffany asked as walked to her changing room. Jennifer knew this question was coming.
"Yes I did. Do you want me to say I told you so now or later?" Jennifer said throwing the towel in the bin and re-tying her hair back into a ponytail. Someone had told her once that she looked far prettier when her hair was down so she tried to keep it tied back. She felt exposed with her hair down.
"Later if you don't mind. Hear she was murdered using a pole. The tattoo will have led them here." Tiffany said coming out of her dressing room fitted up with a short sequined gold dress and hair that a bird could nest in quite easily. Jennifer looked at her shoes and wondered how a girl could walk in them let alone a guy.
"Are you purposely trying to state the obvious? I was well aware that NYPD would come sticking their noses in eventually. It just so happens that they will, as per usual be going the really long route to finding the killer. And you are aware that one false move and your ankles gone in those shoes?" Tiffany snorted.
"Oh shush. Just because you wear nothing but sneakers. When was the last time you wore high heels?" Tiffany asked snapping her fingers.
"The last time I went on a date." Jennifer said matter of factly.
"So that would be over a year ago then. So what will you do if a certain someone is investigating Holly's murder? You've avoided him for long enough." Tiffany said swing on a barstool. Jennifer pretended not to hear. The other girls came in who, chattering about the next Madonna, saved her from a conversation she would rather avoid at all costs about a guy who she would rather avoid at all costs. But she knew better than to think that this was over. The girls got ready and Jennifer opened door so that it was slightly ajar. The girls had insited upon the music being played to be Cher and Dolly Parton. She turned on the stereo and Cher came blasting out. She sighed. Just a few hours and she could go home to her flat and put on her pj's and snuggle underneath her duvet and try to sleep then give up and watch repeated TV shows. After about half an hour the usual customers came in. Jennifer smiled as Kenny approached the bar.
"How you doing doll face?" Kenny asked hoping on a barstool.
"Same as usual clown face. How's the job going?" Jennifer asked pouring his usual double shot of scotch.
"Nah, it was a rubbish job. So I quit." Kenny said laughing. Jennifer laughed and past him his drink.
"That's like the sixth job this month." Kenny shrugged. Tiffany watched as her friend chatted with Kenny. She sighed as she thought about Jennifer. She was her best friend and Tiffany loved her but she knew that this wasn't her. Jennifer belonged somewhere else and Tiffany knew that it would take one man to come and kick her ass and get her back to where she needed to be. She sat down next to a group of guys and one of them slapped her thigh. She giggled and played with his hair. Then she saw the door open and two unfamiliar guys walking in. Good looking she thought. She looked them both up and down and smirked. She nudged one of the other girls and nodded over. Tiffany got up and walked towards them.
"How can I help boys?" She asked showing them some of her thigh. Danny and Flack looked at each other.
"Erm can we speak to the guy in charge?" Flack asked showing his badge. Danny followed suit and showed his badge. Tiffany giggled and flicked her hair.
"Ain't a gentleman in charge here. We're all red hot women here."
"Well the woman in charge then." Flack said losing his patience slightly. He wasn't good in uncomfortable situations with his temper and this was certainly an uncomfortable situation. Tiffany winked at him. Tiffany glanced at Jennifer, who was oblivious to the cops that had walked in.
"Jenny! There's some handsome cops who want to have a chat with you." Tiffany yelled. Jennifer snapped her head around and winced. As she blinked back tears she saw two figures standing by the door. Her neck started to throb with pain so she rubbed it furiously. They started walking towards her. She grabbed a small glass and filled it with vodka and gulped it down.
"Are you Jenny?" Danny asked. She looked at them and rolled her eyes and slammed her glass down in front of them.
"No, I'm Jennifer. And whose business is it anyway?" She said resting her elbow on the bar.
"NYPD. Is there anywhere we can talk in private?" Flack asked showing her his badge. She grabbed it before he could snap it back. She tugged on it and Flack tried to tug it back from her. She took it from him and looked at it.
"Well Detective Flack, it would depend on what you are going to ask about." She said handing his badge back. He looked at her and saw a smile spread across her face.
"God you NYPD guys never change. My office is through the back. Follow me." She said ducking under the bar and walking off. Danny and Flack looked at each other and shrugged and followed her. She disappeared down a corridor and through a door, which led outside. When they caught up to her, she was leaning against the wall.
"Welcome to my office gentlemen. I assume that this has something to do with Holly? I heard she was murdered."
"You know being two steps ahead of me in questioning rings alarm bells." Flack said watching her eyes. They had a familiar sparkle in them, one that was duller than it used to be but definitely a sparkle. But every time she looked directly at him he had to look away but he couldn't stop looking at her.
"Oh so now I'm a suspect. That figures." Jennifer said tapping her foot furiously. Danny couldn't figure out what was going on. It was like Flack and Jennifer had met before but hadn't.
"Holly had a tattoo on her arm similar to the one on your sign." Danny said showing her a picture.
"Yeah they all have them. In what places I don't tend to ask. Holly used to work here but she suddenly quit last month, said Ruby Springs offered more money and less hours. We lost a couple of them." Jennifer said pushing the picture back into Danny's hand.
"Are you the only real woman here?" Danny whispered. Jennifer laughed and patted his shoulder.
"I have no extra bits. They're harmless you know. Wouldn't hurt a fly, they just have a weakness for cops. I mean what woman doesn't like a man in uniform to come save the day?" Danny laughed a little and looked at Flack who he couldn't figure out whether was going red from embarrassment or frustration.
"Did anyone have a grudge against Holly?" Flack asked. Jennifer thought and shook her head.
"To be honest I only deal with them at work. I don't know about their personal lives. You'd have to ask the others about that. I'm sorry."
"That's ok. Don't worry." Danny said. She smiled slightly. Danny smiled back and looked at his feet.
"Feel free to pester them now. But avoid eye contact. They get you that way. With the whole puppy dog eye thing." Jennifer said laughing and walking back into the club.
"You know her?" Danny asked Flack.
"Never met her. But she looks so familiar." Flack said. Danny nodded.