Title Playing games.
When a CSI is attacked the whole team find themselves the subject of one deadly game.
He's always liked playing games, his favourite was cat and mouse but as with every cat and mouse game eventually the cat got carried away batting the mouse around and it inevitably died. Games were fun but he soon found they were more if you have someone to witness your victory that was why he'd found someone like him. Someone who liked games too. Of course he had, had to teach him who was the leader but that didn't take long it never did. They were good at the games they played, it was an art, they had the cops chasing their tails at every scene they went to but as with playing with friends you can't control everything and his friend had gotten sloppy. It was here who had found it the one fibre caught somewhere at the scene and traced his friend and taken him away. They'd come in the squad car sirens going and he'd sat and watching as the clever little CSI's played games with him, tying him knots with there questions while they searched the place. He knew he was safe he'd long beaten it into him never to say a word about there partnership. He'd played games since his friends was taken a week ago, he'd played hide and seek with a women on the way home from work, he'd hidden her body in a dumpster while the CSI's searched for him it wasn't as fun anymore. Now he was going to play cops and robbers but as with all games you need to let the other people know the game has started so he was going to send them a message suing her.
Lindsay Monroe was tired she was in the middle of a double shift. it was early morning and the city was just coming to life as the walked out the coffee shot carrying the energy for today in a Styrofoam cup. She'd just been and question two men about a robbery she was working, Mac Stella were on a homicide in the Bronx and Danny and Hawkes had drawn the short straw travelling two hours out the city to a dead body on a cycling track. The sun was just beginning to warm the air as people began to filter onto the street ready for work, mostly men in suits mixed with joggers. She hadn't notice the jogger dressed all in black that had been behind her as she entered the ally until he shouted.
"Hey lady you dropped something."
Lindsay turned to see if it was her he was speaking to as she did a fist connected hard with her jaw sending her reeling backwards. She barely had time to recover when a knee connected with her chest sending her doubling over. She tired to get a look at the attacker but all she saw was black and right now she really wished she had her firearm on her. She managed to swipe back at the man throwing her full force behind the swing. She hit him but as she did his hand connected with her nose and she tasted the blood drip down into her mouth. The next thing a pair of hands had grabbed her arms and were sending her towards the floor, she connect herd with her left elbow sending waves of intense pain round her body leaving her defenceless as kicks rained down on her. She sued her arms as shield for her face but each time something hit her left arm the pain travelled through her boy. Then she heard shouting and the kicks stopped she opened her eyes as much as she could to see a man in a suit bent down next to her.
"It's ok helps coming," he reassured her holding his phone to his ear.
Detective Angell was heading towards the end of a long shift when she heard a call for an ambulance over he radio, an assault victim in an alley two blocks form where she was. She sighed and picked up her radio letting dispatch know she would be attending the scene. It took less and three minutes to get there, Angell stepped out her car and entered the alley. At the far and a well dressed man was crouched over a woman coved in blood, it wasn't until she got closer she recognised the clothes, they look just like the ones Lindsay had been wearing, when through the blood and swelling she caught sight of the face.
"Oh god," Angell rushed forwards bending down next to Lindsay she began checking her injures, a head lack, bloody nose, split lip. Moving further down she was holding her left arm at an awkward angle but no stab wound or major damage.
"Lindsay can you hear me?" asked Angell placing an arm under her and sitting the disoriented CSI up.
"Angell," croaked Lindsay her head fuzzy and her mouth tasting like blood.
"Yeah," smiled Angell happy she was aware of her surroundings, grabbing the radio while still supporting Lindsay Angell called dispatch.
"I need an eta on that bus, we've got an officer down," shouted Angell as the businessman stood to the side looking shocked.
"4 minutes," came the reply.
"Get me Don flack," added Angell.
"All right Lindsay the ambulance will be here soon," reassured angel, "go to the car there a first aid kit in the glove box," Angell ordered the man stood clinging to his brief case. He ran to the car and back his hands shaking as he handed the kit over. Angell emptied it onto the floor gabbing a dressing and pressing to Lindsay forehead.
"Flack," came Dan's voice over the radio, "what's going on Angell we heard the office down call."
"Flack are you still at the scene with Mac?" asked Stella.
"Yeah," replied flack
"They need to get to the hospital Lindsay's been attacked,"
"How serious?" asked Flack after a seconds pause.
"Badly beaten," replied Angell as sirens were heard approaching.
Mac and Stella were just finishing processing the bar when flack entered having questioned all the witnesses. His radio fuzzed on and Angell's vice was heard asking for an eta on a bus, officer down.
"Where Angell at?" asked Stella wondering if it was scene or an arrest.
"She was working a drugs bust," said Flack. The three didn't' really think that much more until the radio crackled on again requesting Flack to call Angell.
"What's going on?" Stella wondered out loud as she and Mac paused.
Flack fiddled with his radio then spoke with some urgency, "Flack."
"Flack are you still at the scene with Mac?" Angell's voice sounded flustered devoid of it usual calm.
"Yeah," replied Flack wondering what the hell was going on.
"They need to get to the hospital Lindsay's been attacked."
"What," shouted Stella looking Mac, "she's not at scene."
"How bad?" Mac said to Flack who was stood in shock.
"How serious?" Flack relayed down the radio."
"Badly beaten," came Angell's reply with sirens drowning out her voice slightly.
"I'll drive," said Flack as Stella and Mac grabbed their stuff.
"Danny," said Stella as they left.
"I'll call him back," sighed Mac.
"Mac don't tell him about Lindsay yet," said Stella placing a hand on Mac's shoulder, "we don't' want him in hospital too as he drives panicking about her,"
"Good point," said Mac, "we don't even know how bad it is yet."
"Angell would have said if it was serious," said Stella reassuring herself as they got into the car.
"Unless she thought the same thing about us racing to the hospital," said Flack leaving a sting of fear in the air.
He'd liked that game it felt, good like he was finally playing with someone on his level. He'd almost gotten carried away in all the fun of it, showing that csi how weak she was but he'd got his point across and he'd left a little someone to make sure they knew the game had started, that was if they found it. He sat amongst his things and looked down at the blooded tee shirt he was wearing, the blood had seeped through is black top staining it, this was defiantly one for the collection. He slipped it off showing his muscles and scars he walked over to the wall where all his other trophies hung, blooded top, pants, dresses. He smiled placing it down on the side where the tools of his trade lay. He stroked his finger along a bear trap and some discarded wires as he walked back over to his computer he clicked on the mouse and the outside of NYPD appeared on screen, the greatest thing about CTV big brother was watching and if you were smart enough you could be big brother.
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