Don Flack greeted Danny and Lindsay as they stepped out of the black SUV with a jerk of the head. His little black notebook was in hand ready to relay all the details to the CSI's. As they strolled over to the first body, that of the young woman,
"Here we have body numero uno. Thankfully this young lady had ID on her. Drivers license says her name is Julia Engel aged 24 years old last May, now while she may be dressed as a hooker she's far from it. Her grandfather is, or rather was, William Engel the diamond billionaire from South Africa. This girl was worth millions and according to her family was only down this part of town to scout talent at the new club." Flack stopped looking at the dead girl and gestured to the club across the road. "Joints called 'Moonlight Cat' not very classy name but its suppose to be the new it place for the young and wealthy. Club owner says they have security cameras and is willing to give us totally co-operation- provided the club's name is left out of the news. Its not the sort of publicity he's looking for."
"Just what we all need
more lies about a world that
never was and never will be"
Walking over to the second body "This one isn't so easy. Our guy has no ID just a nasty knife wound and only one shoe. He isn't dressed like a street person though. Club manager saw nothing and heard nothing. Just so you know, until we ID this vic and establish any connection between the two we're working this as a connected case." Flack shrugged and left the CSI's to do their job. As he walked past Lindsay on his way to the car he could have sworn he smelt alcohol on her breath. Nah, he though shaking his head, Lindsay's too professional for that and she's not the sort anyway.
"Look here she comes now
bow down and stare in wonder
oh how we love you
no flaws when you're pretending"
Lindsay looked at the man lying in the gutter, she grimaced at the sight of his dried blood in a small pile of what looked like human waste, ugh, she'd have to pick that up. Every bit of evidence is important, Mac was always saying it and she really couldn't afford to lose her job. She mustered her courage, suppressed her stomach and bagged and tagged the shit. Finishing the surroundings she examined the body itself but the pockets and hands contained nothing and as she wasn't a medical examiner she wasn't qualified to look anywhere else. Stepping back from the body, she let the ME do his job and went to wait for Danny at the car.
"Without the mask where will you hide
can't find yourself lost in your lie"
Danny took the first body, photographing the young woman and the silver knife. As he worked he thought about the privileged young woman that lay in the doorway at his feet. She had everything and yet she still couldn't fight off the flaws that made humans mortal. She wasn't perfect despite her appearance. She still had bad things happen to her, the very thing he was avoiding in his own life. He bit his lip as he tested the knife for blood, it came back positive and he bagged it. He quickly finished after that and as he climbed into the car with Lindsay, sent a glance backwards to see the dead girls arm roll out of the body bag for a moment. It graced the ground with its knuckles, as if it was stroking a cat- just for a moment until the ME's assistant tucked the arm back in. Almost like it was a dirty secret he had to keep hidden. Danny knew about those.
A few hours later Mac asked them both to go over the case in the staff meeting, given that the deceased girl was very high profile this was bound to be one of those that interfered with everyone- no matter whether they would on the case or not. After listening to Danny go out about the Club owner's statement and the manager's denial of seeing anything, Mac put down his pen and rubbed his temples.
"I hate to say it guys but someone needs to check the club out. This could be the link to identifying our mystery man and finding the link, if there is one, between the two. I want you and Lindsay to go undercover and find out if there's something they're not telling us. I notice the security tape from inside the club is missing…" He trailed off looking expectantly at Danny.
"The manager said he couldn't give it up for privacy reasons. Owner backed his story. I suspect there's something they're not telling us so I'm happy to undercover" Danny looked at Lindsay who swallowed nervously.
"uh, Okay I'll do it." Danny nodded.
"Pick you up at eight."
"It never was and never will be
you're not real and you can't save me
somehow now you're everybody's fool"
That night Lindsay practically ran down the stairs and out the door desperate to get home so she could shower and have a drink before she had to deal with being at a nightclub full of booze and being unable to drink it. Her heels clicked and clacked across the pavement as she hailed a cab and then tapped on the floor of the cab as she waited anxiously. Her throat was dry and she knew the only thing that would help was sitting on her kitchen counter, a bottle of red wine from New Zealand's Hawkes Bay. A nice wine that should be drunk with a nice meal and brilliant company but Lindsay didn't have time for any of that. She need her fix. She need to forget, something that would have to wait, until after Danny had gone.
A/N I don't own the songs or the characters... I just own the plot.
Well another chapter over, thanks so much to those that reviewed in my last chapter. To avoid lists on each chapter I'll collectively thank you then for those that review BOTH chapters... well you get a special mention in chapter three. Just to point out a few things, rating has changed and yes I notice Lindsay is a bit of an alcoholic and Danny, well Danny's issues come to light more about chapter three and four. This is because they are flawed but don't worry there are back stories coming...
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