A/N: Sorry I took so long with updating! Work is consuming my time.
Here, this chapter is about both pedophilia AND necrophilia so if you're squemish, don't read!
Horatio, Mac and their respective CSIs (c) CBS, Daikonran and Secondet (c) my sister, the rest (c) me
6, Little Dead Doll
Eric raced to the conference room, the information he had obtained safely gripped in his hand. There was new developments coming up and he had to get there. In said place were Kino, Calleigh and the New York CSI that led the Harry Darius case, all already discussing.
"You could've paged me." Delko managed to say as he caught his breath. Taylor chuckled in response,
"Strange, I didn't know the system changed and now the lieutenant has to watch over your ass or so I see with Kino over here."
Before any animosity surged, Calleigh interrupted with a swift move, "Gentlemen, we're dealing with a delicate case. Eric, what do you have for us?"
Eric then took three pieces of paper; intricate blue designs complemented the Florida State seal, Vivaldi styles reading in full black ink;
Death Certificate Felicity Thompson, Death Certificate Jasmine Roberts, Death Certificate Pilar Montenegro
"Did a search, these are the missing corpses from the April 25 raids." Eric explained, then pointing to Cause of Death. All were eerie sisters to their victim's; severed spinal cords from medium height falls with previous neck trauma.
Daikonran looked at Mac, who was now deep in thought. He recognized that look; he was drawing those precious red strings in his mind to connect the evidence.
"It's a dollhouse."
"I'm not following." Horatio's voice boomed in the room. His mouth had some crimson stains that were hurriedly wiped but his stance was still the same. But Kino's medical insight told another story; extensive lung convulsions and internal hemorrhaging. In other words, Horatio had been consistently coughing up blood for at least ten minutes.
"You still have that witness? The bloodsucker I mean." Taylor asked, his somber stare also taking slight notice on the dried spots.
"In custody. Is there something else he isn't telling us?" Caine replied, his answer a smirk from Mac.
"Let's not spoil the main lead for the rest, shall we?" the detective stood up and let the lieutenant lead the way.
"I-I don't get it…you want to do business with me?" Stuart asked, further entertaining the female abomination. She toyed with the rust that hanged from the bars.
"Yes, you third rate pedophile. You might be of some use to my superiors; they say you can do a great job with your victims." The woman responded with an annoyed tone. This human was even more boring than Darren, who was now spending 30 years to life for her. Fat chance of her ever coming back to those arms.
"Then what do you want me to do? I'll do anything!"
The woman's malicious smile revealed her undead personality. "Will you now?"
Tyler was lying on his back, picking his teeth when he heard footsteps headed his way. His stare was met with that of the lieutenant, his interrogator and some other guy he hadn't met.
"Get up."
Perry dismissed the lieutenant's command and rested on his side. "No thanks."
"You lied to me." Horatio shot back while he closed the surrounding window shields.
"I don't care; you're all dinner to me anyways." The vampire chided, only to be kicked to the floor by the man. "Hey! That's police brutality!"
"And you have no rights because last I checked, D.C. is still confused over laws to protect the dead in situations like this." Kino coldly stated. "So you either cooperate or you'll find yourself in the business end of a cross."
After practically dragging the man to the Interrogation room, Tyler looked around the three men. Not surprisingly, the younger CSI placed a wooden cross on top of the table. The vampire's skin fizzled in the form of acid burns as his handcuffed hands darted away from the surface.
"Now answer truthfully to whatever these two ask."
Thanks for warming him up, Kino, Mac thought, remembering similar interrogations back in the Big Apple before starting the session with,
"Tyler, how well did you know Felicity?"
The vampire shifted in his seat, shaking his head. "I don't go for tykes."
Mac laughed at the comment, "But you do business with them; well, the traffickers."
Perry became stiff as a board at the mention. "I-I don't know what…"
"Are you a go-between for a dollhouse?" The question clicked in Daikonran's mind. No way…
"Part-time, nightshift," Tyler growled under his breath. Taylor grinned and motioned the guards to come.
"Take him; I need to update these two on the situation privately."
As Tyler disappeared from their line of sight, Horatio tried to make sense of the interview. Kino noticed and proceeded to explain.
"Dollhouses are literally houses for dolls, so don't warp your mind too much. Girls are marketed as prostitutes and sent to their clients' homes. Ages can vary between 5 years to 18 years. The trick is, the girls they normally get are those who no one cares for so it's like they're working on free will." He stopped to catch his breath, allowing Taylor to finish.
"So why use the name 'doll'?" Caine inquired.
"The kinds of girl they market are the cold type, lieutenant." The New York CSI stated.
Ryan tried making the search national but it came up with the same results. The problem was that nothing in this earth could move as fast. He then remembered the speeds at which Silvia almost decimated his partners had there not been intervention.
How the hell am I supposed to tell this to Horatio?
Wolfe smashed his fist to the glass desk, frustration evident in his face. He finally decided to print out the information and let fate roll.
"Please don't bite me in the ass."
"Dolls, in short, are reanimated corpses of girls that are used in prostitution," Kino summarized promptly. Horatio's spine crawled at the thought. "Traffickers pick those who died either illness or strangulation; any death that minimizes scarring."
"All we need is a local provider. They normally carry receipts and tag the girls so they don't lose track of merchandise. The practice is commonplace up in the New England states and California, where there isn't a lot of post-mortem laws." Mac continued, taking a look at Delko's file as said CSI headed their way.
Delko had run the paper strip through handwriting analysis and came up with a promising lead in one Mrs. Tammy Henderson, over in Coco Beach. Had she not widowed and signed a release form for all of her husband's assets, there would've not been a sample to compare. She was a comfortable high-class woman of 46 years who lived off the $6 million and was known to have more than one side business.
"H, I think I got a lead. She's twenty minutes from here. Want me to follow it up?" He presented. Mac raised his hand slightly to interrupt Eric.
"Better yet; why don't you stay here and check on Felicity and I'll take care of it." Horatio replied as he took the photograph. He then changed focus to the other investigators. "So who's coming with me?"
Just as Daikonran was about to respond, Taylor cut him short with, "Might as well go; you probably won't know what you're looking for."
Immediately after Horatio and Eric left the room, Daikonran grabbed Mac's sleeve and asked,
"What the hell? You're out of jurisdiction."
Taylor snickered, "You're talking jurisdiction to me?"
"Yes, and you're about 3000 miles off Queens. Taylor, are you holding out on purpose? 'Cause it's no secret that you are a proud, patriotic bastard," Kino growled under his breath.
Mac shrugged as he entered Horatio's Hummer. Taylor, what are you hiding from me?
The seductress snapped her fingers; a couple of meatheads obeyed and released Otis from the chair.
"We give you freedom and subpoena…in exchange for your services." She continued, her glass nails tearing his wrists. Stuart didn't have to think much to know this was a great deal.
"I'll do…"
The woman took back her hand, her malevolent grin now evident even through her acid burns. "Think this through; it's just like making a deal with a devil."
With no hesitation to hold him back, he shook the female's hand and stated, "I want to work for you."
"Good. My name is Marla Ruez."
A/N: So how was it? Reviews are always appreciated