Hey Hey! It's Sammi and I would like to welcome you to the 6th chapter of Who? Really, this is pretty big for me. It's my longest story yet! So i just want to thank all of you who have read my story for doing so but I would also like to give a special thanks to... drum roll please...
bjq! For reviewing for every chapter so far! You Rock! But really, I appreciate it.
But still, even if you didn't review, I hope you enjoyed reading. Well, here's the next chapter. ENJOY!
-Sammi
I have concluded that the world seems to hate me. When I woke up this morning, I had exactly twenty-five minutes to get ready for and get to work. When I got there, Don had already left for
another call out and I was stuck at my desk to get some papers done. I sat there for a good ten minutes just thinking when the witness from yesterday popped into my head. There was just
something off about that guy. My curiosity getting the better of me, I decided now would be a good time to visit Adam down at the lab.
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"Hey Adam." I said casually strolling into Adam's little work cave, as I called it. "Oh, hey El." He replied, pushing his rolling chair away from the computer he was and facing me. "Do you have a
minute? I need to ask you a favor." I asked pulling the card from yesterday out of my pocket. "Sure, I-I guess." "Can you do a search for this guy?" I handed him the card. I really wanted to
know what this guy was all about. "Yeah, just a sec." I waited looking around for a minute, waving at Lindsay when she passed by the window. "Uh, El? Are you sure this is the name the guy
gave you?" Adam asked me, still facing the computer. "Um, yes Adam. I am completely and utterly sure." "Well, he doesn't exist. At all. No records." Adam told me. I knew there was something
up with this guy. "Damn it! I knew this dude was weird!" I shouted throwing my hands up. "Elliot? What brings you down here?" I heard Mac ask. He had just walked in the door apparently
wanting to talk to Adam. "Oh, you know just a creepy lying guy, who gave me a fake name and somehow knew mine. The usual." I said. "What did he look like?" someone asked. We all turned
around to see Don walking through the door with Danny at his heels. "Hey guys! When'd you decide to join the party?" I asked back sarcasm dripping from my voice. "Well, the case I was out
on is an open and shut suicide. And since you weren't at the precinct I came down here with Danny. So again I ask, what did he look like?" I sighed. It was funny how well Don knew my moods
on a case. "Um, shaggy, greasy mousy brown hair; with flecks of grey in it. He had watery light brown eyes and was really jittery. His eyes kept darting around until I started to ask him
questions. Then he started giving me these really creepy looks. It was just weird. And like I told Mac, when he turned to leave he said 'Goodbye Elliot Sheliz. I'll be seeing you soon.' I got a really
strange feeling from that guy." I finished. "Hey, I saw a guy like that at the scene earlier. He was just kinda standing there. And at the first scene too, the one where we found Mason." Danny
piped up. "Okay. Danny, did anyone at the scene see the vic kill himself?" Mac asked. He had is 'I've got a hunch look' on his face. "No, but there was no evidence that it was a murder." Danny
replied. "Well, then look over the evidence again. This guy was spotted at three of these scenes. That's enough of a connection to pull up a red flag. I find it very hard to believe that this is just a
radio-surfer looking to rubberneck. We need to find this dude and bring him in for questioning. I knew there was something weird about him." I said for the fourth time. For a moment everyone
just stood there, looking around almost wondering what to do. "Well, you heard her. There is a connection to these three cases and the man who keeps turning up at our scenes. Let's find out
why." Mac said. "Don! You and me are going scouting. Okay?" "Sure Slim. Whatever you say." I could tell he wasn't excited about this. Well good, 'cause neither was I.
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After driving around the streets of New York for quite a few hours, Don and I decided to call it a day and I left for my apartment. After climbing seven flights of stairs I walked toward the end of
the hall to my apartment but something wasn't right. No, I always closed and locked my door. Right now, it was open and there were tool marks on the lock. Dropping my messenger bag I pulled
my gun and nudged open the door. Creeping down the hall I stopped when I heard noises coming from the living room. When I got there, there was a man going through my shelves like he was
looking for something. "Stop! NYPD Hands where I can see them!" I shouted at the perp in my home. Without even looking my way he got up and ran for the open fire escape window. Once I
got to the window, he was already half way down. Damn, he was fast. I wouldn't be able to catch up. After I check the rest of the apartment, I pulled out my cell and hit the speed dial for Don's
number. "Hey Don, it's El. Yeah, I just walked into my apartment and it was busy being ransacked. Okay. Yeah I do. It was our suspect Mr. Voose. Alright I'll see you then." I sighed. What did
this guy want with me?
