A/N: Second chapter up and I still don't know what SYLUM is...
Anyways, if anyone from New York seems a bit out of character, I apologize in advance because I never seem to catch which channel to watch it.
Also if there's some confusion about the plot, please notify me so I may fix it, ok?
Horatio, Mac and the CSI (c) their creators, Daikonran and Secondet (c) my sister
2, Ties
Ryan Wolfe came as fast as he could to the penitentiary, his foot almost glued to the acceleration pedal. Horatio's voice meant business and it was best not to fail him. He was still in probation because of Erika Sykes' leak two months ago, even when he had proven he was helping Eric move a victim to the freezer.
Now that I think about it, that excuse would've implicated me even more had there not been a homicidal ghost.
As he parked his vehicle, the crime scene investigator momentarily re-examined his experience but shook it off. He then took out his processing kit and headed straight to the Death Sentence block. The lament of mothers resounded along the cement and lead-lined walls. And by the look on Caine's face as he arrived, Ryan knew something had gone wrong with the execution.
"Sir?"
Horatio couldn't keep his eyes away from the mothers and relatives, too much grief to just dismiss them.
"Ryan, check for finger prints and foreign material; someone helped Otis escape the death penalty when the lights went out."
"We launched a search on all electric generators in the Miami-Dade area, no power surge to explain the black-out. Maybe an accidental…"
Horatio excused himself from the conversation, he recognized the mother of Emma, the one child that connected all the victims back when Megan was still in the workforce. "Ma'am…"
"You promised he wouldn't get out…that's twice he's done it…" she managed to say between sobs. She was reliving her daughter's last moments in Zany Town, her giggles; her playful tugs…her tiny lifeless body in the disabled bathroom.
"And I will catch him again. Thanks to the pancuronium bromide in his system, he's dying as we speak. We will try to get him before that happens." The lieutenant promised as Ryan began processing the execution bed and room. His camera captured details like footsteps linked to the physician, the needles used with the condemned man's DNA and the straps to hold him down in case he convulsed.
On the door however, there were latent prints on the door unlike the others he had seen. Ryan took out the black powder and carefully spread it across the print. The substance could barely stick; the evidence had almost no skin oil to maintain it. But in the end, Ryan managed to produce a good shot of the four main fingers and an even better sample for Fingerprint analysis.
"Got a print, sending it to post. Might get something on AFIS when we analyze it."
"Thank you Mr. Wolfe. Is there anything else of interest?" Horatio replied, turning his attention to the see-through glass window.
"I'll keep looking. In the meantime, Kino wanted to give you a message, something about a body found in the old St. Lucia Inn." Ryan continued as he took a pair of orange glasses and a green flashlight.
"I'll be there. Keep me posted."
Daikonran found himself pulling rags from decaying lumber while Eric dusted off any footprints. Delko discovered three sets of different people, two large and one small and barefooted, all quite recent, while Kino came across shreds of a skirt made of chiffon fiber. Alexx had long taken the body to her morgue and only Calleigh had remained with them.
"Calleigh, what was the body wearing?" Kino asked.
"I think it was something like a Sunday dress, but no skirt to go with it. Why?"
"I think I found it. How are you holding up, Delko?"
Eric brushed off some of the dust that had settled as he replied, "Got three pairs of footprints, one seemed a match to the victim." He took out his camera and snapped a few photos. The flash suddenly bounced back at him with a dulled glare.
"What the hell?" Eric thought out loud as he retook his flashlight and shone its light towards the direction of the flash.
"Is everything alright?" Calleigh inquired as Delko walked over to a pile of rubble that had yet to be checked. Eric shone the light into a small rat hole and peered inside.
"Yeah, just a silver pocket watch. Doesn't look like it's been here long, no rust or hard dirt." He replied while he slipped the object into an evidence envelope and sealed it tight. Daikonran mirrored his partner's actions and packaged the shredded garment in plastic bags.
"Secondet's gonna love me after I send him this."
Secondet Leonhart was preparing the examination table for the new arrival when he noticed his watch was running late.
Or maybe the lieutenant doesn't want his shots; either way I don't blame him. He chuckled lightly as he pushed back some of his auburn hair. He looked like a porcelain doll compared to the body resting on the other table.
He heard knocking on the door and pushed the body into its locker to receive his guest. It was one of the carriers with a new body to work on.
"Hullo! What do you have for me today?" he said in a chipper tone, signing the documents.
"A sad little thing. Found in the old St. Lucía hotel," the man said, taking back his clipboard. The boy thanked him and bid him farewell. He then proceeding to open the black body bag; drawing a shocked gasp from him.
She's just a baby! He thought, tears swelling up. She could be my daughter, doesn't look a day older than 5.
"Don't worry, little one; we'll catch however did this to you," he whispered, mostly to himself to prevent breaking down.
He laid out the instruments and began to clean them for Alexx. Every once in a while, he caressed her face, as if to let her know she's not alone. Once he was finished, he took a chair and sat besides the dead child. The boy took her tiny hand and began humming softly a lullaby. No child should ever be in an examination table…especially for something so violent.
Alexx had watched everything from above and felt Secondet was unprepared for opening the frail body.
I trust him with my life, but emotions cannot impede examinations, she thought, sighing.
"Secondet, you'd better go get the toxicology reports, I'll take it from here."
After a few incisions, Alexx opened the fragile rib cage. The organs were all jumbled together onto the back, sticking the spine vertebrae, a clear indicator of falling back first. She then cut a small piece of the liver and placed it in a thermometer.
Time of death, three days. As stated before, massive blunt force trauma to the cranium and spinal cord, latter being result of a vertical fall 22 feet in the air.
She then began emptying her stomach contents; to see what she had eaten just before death took the child away. The sweet smell and soft consistency gave indication of candy or pastries, a possible lure for the girl to her killer. Alexx took the stiff fingers and processed her hands for prints but not before noting the lack of struggle bruises.
Maybe a sexual assault kit might give us a good idea of who did this to you, ok?
"Someone likes to overcompensate." Mac told himself as he stepped out of the taxi. As much as he wanted to just lie down, he had to see if anyone on his mental to-do list was around those parts. He entered the building and was greeted with protocol check up and inquiry of visit.
"To see a friend."
As Taylor showed the guards his badge, he noticed a young man, not older than twenty, recline against the reception. The hair, the bright blue-green eyes, the fair skin and the mannerisms struck a bell. No way…
Secondet wiped away his tears as he headed up the stairs to the medical examiner's lobby. He waited as the secretary finished her call to request the results from Toxicology.
"Marigold, do you have my results?"
"Um, not yet Mr. Leonhart. They should be done in ten more minutes."
Secondet sighed rather annoyed; he expected something a little faster than this. He leaned on the smooth desk surface and waited.
"Sexie?" Secondet responded to the name a bit confused.
That's not my husband, but he's the only who calls me that, unless…
"Taylor?"
A/N: So howas it? Reviews are welcome