The Bracelet
New York City, New York
Babet's Cafe Bakery, Corner of Main and 39th
Thursday 26th March 2007
"DOA's are Martin Dejonsivich and his wife Babet Dejonsivich," Flack said as Stella and Lindsay approached him, "Looks like it got nasty, cash is missing from the till as are their wallets and wedding rings, which according to their daughter, Cecile, they never take off."
"No kidding about nasty... who knew dough could do that..." Lindsay said looking around. Raw dough was splattered around the walls, floor and ceiling. Blood splatter mixed with the dough.
Stella shook her head, "Must have been making a fresh batch of something when they were attacked."
Flack nods, "Yeah, looks like a robbery gone bad."
He stood back and watched as the two women got to work processing the scene. The clock ticked by nearly two hours till they had finally finished in the main room. Lindsay moved to investigate the storeroom that connected on, when someone came running out. Lindsay made a grab for the fleeing person. He slipped on the dough, pulling both him and Lindsay to the ground, as they continued to fight. Seeing the scene, Flack and Stella intercepted, pulling the guy off Lindsay. While Flack placed handcuffs on the guy and handed him over to uniforms, Stella knelt down to help Lindsay up.
"You Ok?" Stella asked.
Lindsay looked at herself, she was covered in dough and blood, "Besides being in major need of a shower, yeah..." She was checking herself out for injuries when she noticed the bracelet she'd been wearing was missing, "Oh no... My bracelet..."
Stella looked at her confused, "I was wearing a bracelet... It's special..."
The older CSI nodded, "I'll help you look then."
Lindsay smiled as the both started to look for the bracelet. Stella noticed something silver embedded in the dough, and pulled it out. Eying the bracelet, she realized it was custom made. The charm bracelet, had small eagles, anchors and a world globe coming off it, the symbols of the US Marine Corps. The world globe had an engraving on the back.
'Good Luck in NY'
To Stella it was familiar, she'd seen it before, worn by a CSI who'd worked at the lab years before, "Lindsay, where did you get this?"
Lindsay looked back at Stella, "You found it," She smiled gratefully, "A friend. Annie's a CSI in Providence, said it had brought her luck in New York... And said it might do me good too... Apparently it was given to her when she moved here and now that she's not anymore, that I could have it."
Stella nodded, "Annie Taylor..."
Lindsay looked surprised, "Yeah, you know her?"
Stella smiled sadly, "She was CSI here, Danny was hired as her replacement... left on rather bad terms..."
Lindsay nodded, "I see... So..."
Stella handed the bracelet over, "Take care of it... It was her prized possession..."
"I know."
They went to packing up their kits and as they were walking out Stella asked, "How's she doing?"
"Good, overworked, incredibly stressed out, but she insists she's good. Word around the lab there is that she works doubles most days..."
Stella nodded, "Sounds like Annie... She never used to be like that... But doesn't the boss try to reign her in? Malkavoy always did."
"Annie is the boss, she's been the lab director for now..." Lindsay paused for a moment, "Nearly two years... As for the Chief of D's, apparently he's tried, but has given up and most of the lab staff pull extras..."
Stella smiled, "She's in charge... wow... not something I expected, well, maybe I did. I mean, she's a good cop and great CSI. She learned from the best."
"You?"
Stella laughed, "Yeah, and Mac. We were like the terrible trio... And it was Mac's worst nightmare to have Annie, me and Claire in the one room," Stella's mood changed as she mentioned Mac's deceased wife. Lindsay noticed the change too.
"You were close?"
Stella nodded, "Yeah."
They loaded the SUV as Flack approached them again, "The guy ain't speaking, but we'll hold him anyway for trying to flee a scene. Maybe he's the perp, maybe he saw something."
Both CSI's nodded, "Ok Don," Stella said, "Come on Linds, let's get you back to the lab so you can change."
Lindsay laughed, "That, would be great."
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After a shower and a change of clothes, Lindsay went to help Stella with the evidence. She found the Greek CSI in trace, looking over some residue they had found at the scene, "Where do you want me to start?" She asked.
Stella looked up, "Hey, you're looking better kiddo, there are some fibers over there that need going over," she said, pointing over at the box of evidence.
After working continuously, for several hours, both decided to grab a coffee in the break room.
"Linds, you working tomorrow?"
"No, why?"
"I was wondering if... you could take my shift... It's swing... four till nine, crappy I know, but I'd really appreciate it."
Lindsay nodded, "Not a problem."
Stella smiled, "Thanks."
"Hey, you mentioned someone else when we were talking about Annie, Malakov?"
"Malkavoy, he ran the lab before Mac. He was shot at a scene, retired afterwards though. He was a great CSI, bit harsh on Annie... In fact, uniforms would draw short straws to see who had to work the same scene as those two... It was sort of a joke around the NYPD... Annie and John... But they got their cases done despite personal differences."
Lindsay nodded, "I knew she had worked here, but she won't talk about it. Just once actually, I had actually put my transfer request for the Providence lab, but Annie said no."
"Why?"
"They're underfunded and understaffed, they don't have much equipment, and so forth. She convinces her people to take the better jobs in labs like New York, Miami, and so forth. I was looking for a better chance in this job. And I had mentioned a job opening here and she convinced me to take it. Maybe if I hadn't of mentioned here, I'd be working there. This was the one time she went into detail about the lab. Mentioned you, said you would defiantly make me feel welcome and not to be intimidated by Mac, he's always like that. She mentioned Aiden too..."
Stella nodded sadly, "Those two were close..."
Just then, Flack popped his head in, "Uh, guys, Adam said he found a match..."
"Since when are you Adam's messenger boy?" Lindsay asked.
Flack frowned, "I'm not. I wanted coffee and was heading this way anyway." He approached the coffee machine and poured himself a cup, "See."