Disclaimer: I definitely haven't owned CSI:NY before, if I did this would've happened long before now.
A/N: Well, seen as I'm on a roll, I thought I'd upload the next chapter whilst I remember. So enjoy, and please, please, please review!
The scene was spread out over several stories. When Mac had said a slaughterhouse of victims, he hadn't thought he actually meant it. But what he saw now was probably the worst scene he'd come across in all his years as a CSI.
'This is a massacre.' Lindsay gasped as he stepped out of the truck. She could barely see through the door into the building, but the torchlight inside illuminate nearly 6 bodies that she could see, and somehow she imagined many more.
'Yeah well when a psycho goes for it, they do the whole shebazz.' Danny said, rubbing his eyes behind his glasses, to tired for his contacts. Mac walked out the building, looking decidedly worse for wear.
'Thanks for coming you guys, this scene is unbelievable, 7 bodies on the ground floor, 15 over the next two floors.' Mac sighed.
'From what we've gathered, theres 10 office workers, and the rest were kids.' Stella had joined Mac, sighing heavily she rubbed her eyes and continued, 'it was bring you kid to work day,'
'Shit.' Danny slowly slipped his hand into Lindsay's who was trembling slightly at the thought of what lay on the other side of the door.
'Danny, Lindsay you take the top floor, Hawkes is on the second, me and Stella are on the ground.'
'Sure Mac,' Lindsay bent down to collect her case and felt a pang of sickness in her stomach, straightening up she gulped loudly enough for Danny to hear.
'C'mon lets get this over with.' He whispered in her ear as he nudged her forward.
Inside the building, blood was pooled across the carpeted floor, Lindsay's flashlight illuminating a body blocking the doorway. She shuffled her feet so she didn't ruin any evidence, she could hear Danny's heavy breathing behind her.
A shadow moved in the doorway, making Lindsay jump and let out a small squeal.
'What!' Danny asked, placing a protective hand on her shoulder.
'Hey guys, didn't mean to scare you.' Hawkes' head appeared in the doorway, Lindsay's flashlight illuminating his face.
'I've laid out a path on the second floor, avoids all the major no-go areas.' He looked at both there faces, the strain of the tiredness and the nature of the scene was evident on there faces.
'Linds, you alright, you're looking a bit green.' Hawkes frowned as he shone the flashlight in her face.
'Yeah, I'm okay Hawkes. Thanks.'
3 hours later and the sun had fully risen, as had the noise level outside. Crowds of people and reporters had gathered, and still only half the bodies had been logged on the third floor.
'You need a hand. Jumping up and down might not be the best for you.' He allowed himself a break to watch Lindsay try to get a yellow rod into one of the bullet holes in the wall.
'Thanks.' she placed a hand on her stomach. Danny stood next to Lindsay and stretched up to put it in the wall.
'What you got?' Mac asked side-stepping over a blood pool in the door-way.
'Let's see, blood, blood, bodies, bullets and blood.' Danny said. 'By the looks of things, the shooter finished off here, there's bullet holes in the floor, I think he shot through the floor, with one powerful gun.'
'That explains, Hawkes' dilemma downstairs, 4 of them died from bullet wounds to the top of the head.' Danny nodded and looked at Lindsay, she was examining a cupboard at the back of the room.
Then all hell broke loose.
