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Chapter 12
"Brooke, we need to ask you a few questions." Angell started. Brooke looked to the detective and nodded, her golden brown curly hair fell over her face, she raised her left hand and put the stray hair behind her ear. Her hand was destroyed by scraped and gashes from earlier where she had attempted to stop her board.
"Where are your parents?" Flack started. Brooke looked up to meet the detectives eyes.
"Which ones?" Brooke raised her eyebrows., she was quick to change the subject though. "
"Oh, cool morphine drip, this one has more in than my last one." She had let that slip and vowed to kick herself for that later. Angell and Flack looked at each other, both raising their eyebrows.
"Let's start again." Flack looked to Brooke and Angell then continued. "Where are your parents?"
This time, Brooke debated with herself. Which set of parents should she tell them about? She eventually decided to go with the foster option.
"Probably at home." She answered.
"Last name?" Flack questioned.
Wait a minute she didn't know the name of her foster parents' last names. She remembered they saying to her that it was Harris but she knew for a fact that, that wasn't their real last names. She would have to abort her plan and use her real parents last name.
"Ryan." Brooke hesitated she was confusing herself.
"Is there anyway we can contact your parents?" Asked Angell.
"I'll call them, save you the trouble." Brooke said solemnly.
"No it's okay." Flack started.
"NO!" Brooke snapped. Angell and Flack stared at Brooke, who was letting anger get the better of her.
"My family don't like CSI's. Please, just let me ring them." Brooke quietly said, calming down a bit.
"Okay, just calm down alright?" Angell said. Brooke nodded and gave a small and weak smile. Angell left the room to go and find a doctor to ask if it was okay to use her cell in Brooke's room. While Flack just stared at the girl, whose eyes were staring straight at the blank wall in front of her.
***CSI:NY***
Arthur Dunstonn strolled down the long alleyway he had nearly got to the main garbage bin site, he was just a block or two away.
This had been a good trek. So far he'd picked up a load of food, some clothes and he had even found himself a pair of good looking shoes. He didn't see why he didn't come this way more often. Oh yeah, it was because of them silly rumours about the alley being the alley of the dead, horrendous.
If anything that alley was the alley of life, it had given him a week or two worth of supplies, just a few more garbage cans to go until he arrived at the main site.
The first was empty an only contained a half eaten orange and a banana skin. That wasn't worth keeping. He carried on only a few more bins to go.
He approached another bin he could smell something extremely unpleasant but the motto goes 'If it smells more it sells for more' so he didn't see the harm in lifting the lid.
He jumped back and threw the lid against the wall. There was a girl in there. A dead girl. Oh God. Who would do a thing like this? He had to tell someone, the police. He grabbed his trolley and ran, pushing it down the alley. How was he going to get hold of the police? He needed a phone. Mike, the leader of his crew owned a cell, but they only used it in emergencies.
This was an emergency.
***CSI:NY***
Lindsay couldn't believe she had just done that, she had just stood up to her boss and her best friend. In a way she felt terrible, but part of her felt she was right to have just done that.
She stepped out into the cold, pulling her coat around her and rubbing her hands together, she set off. She didn't know where she was going or who she was going to see, she just needed to blow off some steam. Little did she know she was going to get more than she bargained for.
Arthur dashed as quick as he could back toward camp. Just one question kept hovering in his mind. 'Where the hell was camp?!' Before he knew it he collided with a young woman on the sidewalk next to a main road.
"I….I'm ….sorry." Arthur stuttered.
The lady picked herself up and quickly smiled.
"I'm fine." She reassured before looking at the panicked look on the man's face.
"What's wrong sir?" She tried as the man seemed to zone out, and just stare into space.
"Do you have a phone" He finally spoke in a hushed tone. The lady raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, why?"
"There's a…down there…..there's a ….b…bo.."Arthur tried to gesture with his hands, waving them round frantically.
"Can you call the cops?" He whispered after giving up trying to tell her the real problem. She looked at him for a minute studying his features.
"I am the cops." She said, raising her badge. "Lindsay Monroe, NYPD. What's happened sir?" Lindsay looked at him intrigued.
"Come with me." Arthur hastily scurried off back the way he came, leading the detective to the body he had found.
She debated with herself whether or not to follow but he seemed pretty serious, so she followed anyway. Wondering what the mysterious man had found.
***CSI:NY***
Jess held out the phone to the girl.
"Here you go." Angell said in a bland tone. Brooke half smiled, took it then punched in a phone number, pressing the phone to her ear she sighed.
After a few seconds of silence somebody finally picked up the phone.
"Hey Violet…..no it's okay….it feels weird calling you mum. Actually no I didn't sleep at Maria's …….I slept outside……I'm not joking Violet….mum…" Brooke kept a straight face this was going to be a hard task.
"….I didn't….I couldn't stop him mum….he killed them….Maria, Tyrall and Estelle…..I got out….but….he……he shot me…." Angell could hear the gasp of her 'so - called' mother who's name was Violet. She would get Lindsay to see if there was a Violet Ryan in the database. The thing she didn't understand was why Brooke called her mother by her actual name, Violet.
"I'm at national hospital….no you don't…." Brooke didn't have chance to finish her sentence her mum had hung up and was supposedly on her way.
"…have to come." Brooke sighed closing the phone.
"I take it she's coming in then." Angell grinned, pleased that she could speak to the parents of this child.
"Why do you call your mum by her first name? She questioned. Brooke looked to her then to detective Flack. She would have to tell them now or they would find out later anyway.
"I'm…..I'm a…..I'm a foster kid." She whispered slightly. Angell tried not to look too shocked, Flack wasn't as successful, his eyes were wide with confusion.
"Hey you know my mum's called Violet too" Angell smiled breaking the silence of the moment.
***CSI:NY***
She could hardly keep up with the man, he was darting around every corner faster than light. She finally caught up to him, he was standing as far away from one lone garbage bin as possible.
"In there." He whispered pointing to the bin.
"Why? What's in there?…..What's your name sir?" Lindsay cautiously asked edging closer toward him.
"Arthur Dunstonn. Just look in the bin." He nearly shouted, thrusting his finger toward the bin. Lindsay shifted slowly over to the bin, the lid lay on the floor.
She took one last look at the nervous man before peering over the rim of the tin trash can. She leaped back, gasping and putting her hand to her mouth.
"I didn't do anything okay? I just found her…erm…it. I got nothing to do with this!" The man shouted over his shoulder, before scampering off in the opposite direction.
Lindsay attempted to yell after him, but when he opened her mouth nothing came out. It was like her voice had run off too.
The girl, the one in the bin, had been shot and Lindsay had a feeling this was one of the missing pieces to the puzzle.
***CSI:NY***
Stella slammed the phone shut frustrated with herself, kicking the desk, she cursed.
"Calm down Stella." Mac sighed. Stella snapped her head toward him, glaring at him.
"Calm down?! You actually expect me to calm down?!" She, near shouting point, declared.
"This is Lindsay we're talking about here. We both know she'll just go for a walk around the block then be back. I'm sure she'll be back in an hour or so, carrying a grudge against us along with her." Mac calmly spoke.
"Mac. Mac, Lindsay is my best friend and she was right, all or most of us have broke or bended the code at least once before, why did we act different when she did?"
"Stella.."
"And it wasn't just Lindsay, Angell was there too so they both broke it. Why didn't we give Jess 'what for' huh?" Stella raised her hand to her head and walked off, fearing what Lindsay would say to her when she got back.
Mac sighed, that was the first fight he and Stella had had in, what? Ages. He didn't want to hurt her he hadn't intended on hurting her but it all unfolded there and then and what had happened couldn't be taken back.
Not now.
Okay. So I'm not entirely sure if that was long, it hasn't really got that many words in to be honest but I kinda liked it cause it kept flipping scenes. Hey, look at that, I'm reviewing myself. LOL. So it's your turn now please review and make me better cause I feel terribly terrible. Love you all and I'll update soon if I get a good amount of reviews. (I know I'm a greedy so - and - so J)
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