Chapter Twelve: Outside Man
I'm the kind of girl that girls don't like
I'm the kind that boys fantasize
I'm the kind that your momma and your daddy were afraid you'd turn out to be like
I may seem unapproachable but that's only to the boys who don't have the
Right a approach or ride that makes a girl like me wanna hop in and roll
Lene Alexandra – Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy Me
Mia was used to working the late shift, she didn't even care that she'd had to bail out on her date before dessert because frankly, he had bored her In fact she had forgotten how much Brett had bored her until she sat down for the starter and he began to drone on about the financial side of politics, it was also at that point she recalled how dull he was in bed.
Her mother had given up being choosy long ago. So long as the guy was rich and established she didn't care, which Mia had found out when she'd ended up on a date with one of her father's friends, which had not gone down too well with Mia or her father.
The Crime Scene was a dumpster in a back alley. The trash had been tipped out and was spread across the floor as Mac and Stella stood over it surveying something amongst it. It was to small to be a body she observed.
"You made good time." Mac commented checking his watch, before glancing at her attire.
"And your actually dressed for work, I am surprised." he smirked.
"That's because I met this date from work." Mia returned good naturedly.
"How was it going?" Stella asked.
Mia pulled a face.
"That good huh?"
"Let's put it this way, the call out was a blessing." she told the other woman before finally looking own into the trash.
"What the hell... Is that a foot?!" Mia exclaimed, twisting her head to get a better look.
Mac reached down, hands already covered with latex gloves. He picked up the offending object and studied it with interest before speaking.
"What I want to know is if fifteen percent is here, where is the other eighty five?"
The Crime Scene was a blood bath. Five people shot in diner in Queen's. Three were dead and two mortally wounded, one wasn't expected to make it through the night.
Danny shook his head as he stood in the basement where it had all gone down, clutching his camera. All this blood for what? A few measly dollars?
The blood that coated the floor was congealing, there wasn't as much as he'd thought there would be due to the fact the perp had wrapped plastic bags around all the vic's heads before putting a bullet into the back of their skulls.
A huge case like this and Mac had given it all to him. Danny was still surprised by that. On one side he was immensely proud that Mac thought he could lead an investigation of this proportion. On the other...
He was shitting himself.
A case like this could make or break his career, but he had some reassurances. Flack was the lead detective on this case, and he knew that the other man would assist on his side as much as possible. Also he had Aiden... which of course he was thankful for.
The two of them worked well together. Upon first meeting, it was like peanut butter and jelly, the both of them were two of a kind. Smart mouthed badasses as Danny liked to think of it.
It was impossible to deny there was a chemistry here as well. There always had been and more than likely always would be. The two of them had never acted on it. It wasn't as easy approaching Aiden as it was with Mia, probably due to the fact Mia was the one whom usually chased after him, or she used to.
"Sam's lucky she caught the day off, this mess is gonna be a bitch to catalog." Aiden remarked, holding up an evidence bag as she picked up an invoice. "Looks like Olivia was getting ready for the nightly deposit."
"Robbery's looking like a pretty good motive right now." Danny suggested, letting his eyes wander the scene.
"I'm kinda worried about Sam." Aiden said out of the blue.
Danny had been waiting for while now for her to spill on what had been bothering her, the sultry mood she'd had going on for the past few hours had gotten real old.
"She's probably licking her wounds." Danny answered, distracted by the blood pattern in front of him.
"Flack should stop jerking her around and let her move on." Aiden stated bluntly.
"Sam should also grow some balls." Danny shot back. "They're consenting adults let them do what they want."
"Like you and the Princess ya mean?" Aiden retorted, sealing her envelope, before collecting another.
"Don't call her that." Danny drawled, shaking his head at Aiden.
"I'm just saying what I see."
"Yea? And what do you see?"
"She's stringing you along Danny. Big time."
"We are not talking about this." he paused before changing the subject. "Now we know that the shooter came in though the back door, so did she let him in or was he already here?"
"No signs of forced entry, she must have let he shooter in."
"Why would the shooter kill everyone here if this was a robbery, does that make sense to you?" Danny queried, staring at the places where the bodies had been, recalling the plastic bags and the roll of duct tape.
"I'm pretty sure the bags came form this roll." Aiden signaled as she deposited the rest of the bags into an evidence envelope. "But the killer must have brought the duct tape, and then taken it with him."
Danny let his eyes wander the room, before hey came to rest on the phone, situated on Olivia's desk. The keypad was marred with bloody finger prints. Aiden glanced up catching his thoughts as he tilted his head to get a better look.
"Flack said that Terrell Davenport called 911." She submitted.
"How does a guy who got shot in the head dial 911 especially after carrying one of his co workers to safety upstairs?" he pondered.
Aiden rose to her feet before meeting Danny's gaze head on.
"If it was indeed an inside job, how did everyone on the inside end up getting killed?" Aiden thought out loud.
That, Danny thought as a very good question.
Doctor Hawkes was humming, it was something that he rarely did and when he did do it, it was usually for a very good reason. From the grin on his face Mia knew it had to be a very, very good reason. Maybe Hawkes had gotten lucky last night. Yet somehow Mia didn't think so, Sam, she guessed wasn't like that, and Hawkes would never take advantage of the situation.
Stella was staring openly now, as Hawkes ambled along setting up his tools. Mia stifled a snigger watching him.
"Something you wanna share with the rest of us Doc?" Mac asked, a smile etched on his features.
Hawkes turned face them smiling, before shrugging his shoulders.
"It's just a good day to be here." he stated before dropping his gaze to the foot in front of him. "It's not a whole body but I'll see what I can get from it."
"Seriously though, who throws a foot into a dumpster?" Mia questioned. "That is just not good medical care."
Hawkes chuckled.
"I don't think whoever threw this foot away was thinking about the medical care part of things." Hawkes mentioned, putting on his glasses and peering directly into the wound.
"See this here." Hawkes used his pinky finger, to point out the jagged edge of the severed leg.
Mia and Stella leaned forward for a closer look.
"That's consistent with a power saw. The thing is I didn't find anything on the leg to specify why it required amputation."
Both Mia and Stella straightened at the comment. Mac though didn't seem to be too surprised.
"I uncovered a metal rod in his leg, and I managed to get you guys a serial number." Hawkes handed Mac the photograph of the rod, the serial number clearly visible.
Mac and Stella began to move towards the elevators, Mac paused noticing that Mia wasn't along side them.
"You coming?" he asked glancing over his shoulder.
Mia clapped her hands together in front of her, pursing her lips together.
"You mind if I follow you up in a few minutes, I wanted to go over a few things with the Doc." Mia requested.
Mac's gaze strayed to Hawkes who looked as baffled as Mac did.
"You have a few minutes to answer her questions Doc?" Mac confirmed, tiling his head towards Mia.
Hawkes merely beamed.
"I'd be happy to." he stated before turning his attention to Mia.
Mia waited until Mac and Stella disappeared from the morgue before springing her attack on Hawkes.
"What did you do to Sam?" Mia hissed, glaring at Hawkes over the autopsy table, hands on her hips.
"Excuse me?" Hawkes stared at her in shock.
"She met up with you last night and suddenly she's having a personal day and I demand to know why." Mia stomped her foot to prove her point.
"Personal day?" Hawkes repeated.
"Yes, that's what I said." Mia reminded him.
Hawkes rubbed his chin in thought.
"She was really upset last night. I came and bought her coffee and dessert and she blurted out the whole story about her and Flack... I listened and I gave her some advice but when she left she looked..." Hawkes hesitated before rising his eyes to meet Mia's. "She looked happy. Like it was a weight of her shoulders."
"So you didn't make a move, you just talked." Mia clarified.
"I did not make a move on her. I put her in a cab to make sure she got home ok, she even text me when she got in." Hawkes informed her, the smile gone from his face.
"I'm a little worried." Mia admitted.
"She'll be fine, she just needs time." he told her quietly.
Mia sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose with her fore fingers, hoping to God that Hawkes was right.
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Spanky: lol when she sees a person in need she can be fiercely protective, and it doesn't help that her and Flack seem to dislike each other!
Sam: I hope you continue reading, the truth is I don't know who she'll end up with. The muse can't make up her mind at the minute!
Vanessa: lol seriously you are not insulting me at all. I want him to be a jerk. Don't worry he;'ll sort himself out. Lol don't tempt me with both although I am drooling over the thought. Something major will happen in the next season or two which basically means one of them will have to be her friend and the other will be her lover. Lol Hawkes is lovely!
Maddy: I'm glad you love this chapter, thanks for the review.
Sparky: lol that's so true it would take the story! The muse is also very indecisive. Lol I understand your buried!