You know I was going to wait until tomorrow to post this, but I'm so excited about actually getting reviews that I had to post it now. It's short, but it's all I have written right now that I am comfortable sharing right now.
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CHAPTER THREE
It was now early evening and the lab was still relatively calm, with only one current homicide to work on.
Mac sat at his desk going over Lindsay and Stella's case. At first glance, it appeared like some sort of weird accident. Ashley fell, hit her head, and died, but then what was the Jane Doe doing there too? It was turning out to be a rather complicated case for everyone involved. There had been very little evidence at the scene, suggesting that maybe it was a secondary crime scene. The Parking lot was only a place to dump the bodies, but why dump two bodies in a place with so much traffic? Criminals confused Mac, they just didn't act logically.
There was a knock at the door. Mac looked up to see his employee and friend, Stella Bonesara walk in. The smile he found himself wearing quickly faded as he saw how frustrated Stella looked.
"What's going on?" he asked.
Stella's expression stayed the same, "Did you call Danny to tell him to help Lindsay and me at the scene this morning?"
Mac raised an eyebrow, "Yes, well, actually no. I left him a message, but you know him, he checks his voice mail at least a dozen times a day. I thought he would get the message and head over there. Why? Did he not show up?"
"No, he didn't," she said, "and I'm getting a bit worried. I called him three times in the last couple of hours and I know Flack tested him a few times on the ride back from the scene. Neither of us has gotten a reply. And it's not because his cell is turned off. You can hear it ringing before it goes to voice mail. He's just not picking up." She sounded frustrated with just a touch of worry mixed in with her voice.
"Damnit" he muttered to himself. Mac, though he was worried, tried to hide his momentary distress. Although he would never inform his superiors of this, Danny was kind of a loose cannon. If he truly and deeply believed something, especially involving a case, he would often go off and try to prove his theory, ignoring protocol. Not to say that this was a bad characteristic of a scientist. Scientists were supposed to bend the rules. That's how one furthered their knowledge on a subject. This personality trait was, however, quite worrisome in a police officer. Ambition was a must, and Danny definitely had that, but lack of inhibition and impulsiveness was usually frowned upon. Despite that, Danny's hunches usually paid off in one way or another, which is why Mac had trouble showing Danny how dangerous it was to go off on his own when the results were so often in their favor. Danny always seemed to be quite lucky in that department.
But maybe not today... Maybe today, his luck had changed.
After a few more seconds of deep thought, Mac came to a decision. "Stella, take Flack and give Danny's apartment a visit. If he's asleep on his couch with a hangover, get him looking presentable and send him to see me. If he's not there... well, then call me and we'll go from there."
Stella approved of how decisive Mac was being. "Sounds like a good plan to me. Do you know where Flack is right now?" Stella wanted to get going as soon as possible.
"He should be in the precinct, at his desk." he said.
"Thanks." Stella said as she left the office.
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Don was also sitting at his desk going over paperwork. Many people failed to realize how many forms a homicide detective had to fill out on a daily basis. Each arrest on its own required a minimum of about thirty pages, filled out and signed, and that was only for the regular criminals. Murderers, rapists, and other criminals whose capture required the assistance of the crime lab called for another thirty pages.
Flack was startled from his concentrated staring contest with the piece of paper by Stella knocking lightly on his desk.
'Thank god,' he thought, 'a distraction.'
"Hey Don," Stella said tentatively, "I'm not interrupting you am I?"
"Well, actually, you kinda are, but trust me, it's a very welcome distraction" Flack took a good look at Stella. Her forehead was creased, the way it always was when she got nervous or upset. Stella, like Mac, was also very good at controlling her emotions, when necessary, but Flack was one of the few people who had figured out her tell. "What's up?" he asked casually.
"You're coming with me to Danny's place. He still has yet to show up to work and he hasn't returned any of my messages. I told Mac. He said to go and just make sure everything is alright."
"Do think somethin's happened?" asked Flack, worry creeping in to voice and quite visible in his facial features.
"That's what we're going to find out." she said, determined, "Come on, get up."
Flack immediately obeyed, stopping only to grab his badge, gun, and his favorite coat.
Flack tried to lighten the mood, "So what are you guys gonna do to him if Lindsay's theory about him bein' hung over is actually true?" he forced a smirk onto his face, trying to hide his worry.
"Well, that's why I brought my gun" she said, only half kidding.
'Man,' Flack thought 'you better be pretty sick or somethin', Danny, because if your not, you're gonna be wishin' you were never born.'
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I forgot to mention, yes, I did name one of the victims after myself. Kinda creepy isn't it? :) :) :)
Just so you know, the next chapter will have some Danny in it. :)
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