"Give Me A Break."
The smell of cocaine and heroin flooded the room. Mixed in with those toxic smells were rotting flesh and alcohol. Along the ground were needles, used for shooting up probably. Small dust particles floated to the ground as the sun peeked through the boarded windows of the beaten down room. Chairs were tipped over, and there was foot prints through the dust. Where did the foot prints lead? They led to the decaying remains of a black male, shot point blank. And the case became complicated.
"Oh man. Give me a break! Geez, why does a simple case always lead to another one?" Sam fumed as the other examiners were taking pictures. "Because it's New York." Mac seemed more irritated then her. "I wouldn't even be here, if it weren't for you." Sam sent him another chilling glare, which she had seemed to be doing all day. "It's not like you had anything better to do." He still wasn't looking at her when he talked. Instead he was proceeding to take down notes again. She huffed annoyed before leaning over the body. "So what happened to him, Shel?" She inquired to her friend. "Shot like the other one. This one was obviously before hand though. Since they have a connection, I'm guessing it's the same guy anyway." He answered, moving the dead man's head around so he could find the bullet hole. "Any ID on this one?" She turned to Danny, who just shook his head, "Negative." "So, basically we've got someone running around killing druggies…" Mac mumbled, his voice clearly irritated again. "Uh huh. Well we better get some leads. Or else, all the druggies will be gone before night fall." Her words were coated in sarcasm.
"What's eating you?" Danny asked, once they had left the abandoned Hell hole. "Nothing." She answered quietly. "I've known you long enough to know when something's wrong." He shot back. She stuffed her hands in her black hoodie, "Men." "Well that's nice to know." Danny mockingly rolled his eyes. "David." She added, looking off to the side. "What'd he do this time?" He corked a brow. "I was suppose to spend the day with him, but supposedly he had to cancel because of work." She mumbled bitterly. "Why do you even waste your time on that loser?" She stopped at his words. "Because no one else will bother…" She whispered under her breath. "What do you mean by that?" Danny had stopped, now standing slightly in front of her. "Nothing. Lets just find some leads." She had to physically push passed him because he refused to move. He said something under his breath, but she never heard him.
"Yo, Nicky!" Sam called out, her voice louder then it should have been. The man in the baggy pants and grey hoodie turned to her, took one look, and dashed off. "Give me a break." Sam sighed, quickly running after him. He was pretty fast as he darted by the people on the streets, he had pushed out of the way as he went. She was cursing him as she followed, almost tripping over one of the guys he knocked over. She noticed Nicky run into an alley. It was a dead end and Nicky was trying to figure away out when she came up behind him. "Idiot. Don't fucking run." She grabbed him and slammed him against the opposite brick wall. "Listen, I didn't do anything." He pleaded. "You pissed me off. Now give me answers. Or I'm gonna make the rest of your day a living Hell." She hissed, stepping up to him. There was a good six inches difference in height, making Sam have to look up at him while talking. "Yo, man. I ain't gotta tell you shit." She got up in her face. That was all it took. She smashed her fist into his mid section. Automatically he gripped his stomach and fell to his knees, gasping for air. "Wrong answer." She grabbed him by the front of his hoodie and pushed him back against the wall. "Alright! Alright! What do you want to know?" He squirmed, tears in the corner of his eyes. "Tell me if you know this guy." Danny pulled out a picture of the dead white male. Also known as Isaac Emerson. "That's Izzy. He's a cool cat. I've seen him around." He answered quickly, gasping slightly from the effects of the blow. "Anyone wanna hurt him?" Danny asked, putting the picture away. "No, man." He shook his head. "Wrong answer." Sam glared. She was still holding him against the wall. "Alright! Try Leon. Izzy owed him some money. Like 2g, I think." He looked from Danny to Sam. With that, Sam let him go, and brushed him off. "Right answer. Thank you for your time." Sam smiled pleasantly before leaving the alley. Danny was smirking as he follow, "You're always so violent." "They're always pissing me off." She shot him a look that made him chuckle.