Hello, everyone!
I'm back and better than ever!
Here's the new story. Miss Metal -or- Zakia makes an appearance as a fellow kidnapping victim with Emily...UH OH!
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI: Miami. I will only claim ownership of Emily and any other OCs. Don't sue me please.
There was no doubt about it; Emily Taylor was tired.
She had just pulled a double shift, and at the very end, just as she was so looking forward to going home and getting some sleep, they had called her for a bank robbery gone badly. The security guard had been murdered.
Everyone else was busy working a serial killing string that was now coupled with a kidnapping.
She had been the only one available to work on cases like bank robberies, and B & E's . Every time she tried to get involved in a big case, something else had come up for her to do, usually something mind-numbing, annoying, and not challenging.
In her double shift she had worked on five cases, including two domestic disturbances, and apprehending a drunken man with a gun.
"On to number 6." She mumbled. At least this time there might be a challenge.
She had no idea how trying the next few days would be.
Four bodies over the past four days. As far as Horatio Caine was concerned, that was four bodies too many. It was always too many.
He sighed, and ran a weary hand through his red hair, frustrated with every twist and turn of this case.
The next twist would catch him completely off guard.
Emily knelt next to the body. It would be a while before Alexx got there. Miami seemed to be dealing with a serial killer, and she was still working autopsies from the priority one case.
"That I'm not working," she thought resentfully.
She sighed and examined the wound she thought was the COD.
It was a slash to the neck from ear to ear. The killer had been careful, he had bent the head forward, and slashed downward, away from him, Emily guessed, exposing the jugular and limiting the amount of arterial spray.
Her gut was screaming at her. Something was wrong.
She examined the body more carefully.
She found nothing she hadn't expected. A gunshot graze, but this was a bank robbery. A couple of bruises, but nothing distinctive. Nothing was jumping out on her, but she was still convinced that something was there, underneath the surface of this apparent robbery gone bad. There was something big here. Something she was missing.
Emily stepped back and looked at the body again, trusting her feelings that the answer was there. She noted that the victim's right hand was clenched in a tight fist, while the left was open, palm side up. She hoped rigor hadn't set in yet.
Thankfully it hadn't. She opened his hand and pulled out what appeared to be a bank receipt.
She only had to read the name, Stanton, to make the connection to what had happened earlier in her long shift.
Emily walked down the hall, after apprehending an alcoholic who had killed a young woman walking down the street. The Gun waving lunatic had nearly killed her too, but she had managed to disarm him without harming anyone.
She was prepared to join Horatio on the big serial killing case.
It was time to finally do something.
"…all seem to be connected to the Stantons'." Ryan was saying to Horatio.
"How?" Horatio asked.
"Friend, one time employee, vice president of some division in their company, financial advisor," Ryan said, reading down a list.
"Wait…the Stantons'?" Emily interrupted. "One of the most wealthy and influential families in Miami, the people who partially fund this lab, are suspects?"
"That's just what we are going to find out," said Horatio, somberly.
Emily's pager suddenly beeped. She looked down and groaned.
"I've got a domestic disturbance. See you later." She mumbled.
She brought herself back to the present, and smiled grimly. Looks like she was finally going to get her wish. She was finally getting in on the big case She pulled out her phone to call Horatio.
"Caine"
"Hey, H," Emily said. "I think I've got…"
Then something sharp pricked the side of her neck. She felt coldness spread from her neck outward. She began to fall and in her last moments of lucidity, she saw a pair of dark eyes, staring at her menacingly.
"Help…" She mumbled.
Then everything went black.
Horatio stood at the scene of the crime, the last place where their kidnapping victim, Amber Daniels, had been seen.
Eric, Ryan, and Calleigh were processing, looking at every speck of dust that might determine the girl's whereabouts.
He looked down at the photograph he had been given.
A pretty girl with black hair and green eyes smiled up at him. He sighed, and flipped open his buzzing phone.
"Caine."
"Hey, H. I think I've got…"
A gasp. Silence.
"Emily?"
"Help…"
"Emily!"