Title: Blood Springs Eternal
Author: Tracy
Category: Doggett/Reyes
Keywords: case file
Rating: probably R for adult situations.
Summary: John and Monica are called in to investigate the mysterious abduction and assault of 4 women. Monica experiences strange dreams, but what are they telling her?
Archive: Just keep all headers, and let me know where it's going.
Feedback: Live for it. :)
Notes: at end of fic.
XxX
She was lying on a slab. She thought maybe it was marble, as the cold invaded her skin and chilled her bones. A cool breeze flowed over her skin, raising goose pimples on her sensitive flesh. An unfamiliar scent hovered in the air, wafting towards a hazy blue light above. So pretty. She stretched languidly. She could feel the beginnings of a slow heat building in her blood. It was nice; it was keeping the cold at bay. Soon she felt as she was on fire. She was sweating, filled with a need, an overwhelming desire.
She craved.
She yearned.
She couldn't breathe with the intensity of her need.
And then she felt hands upon her.
XxX
March 23
Monica woke up in a cold sweat. The phone was ringing. She took a few deep breaths to get herself under control before answering it.
"Monica Reyes."
"Monica it's John. I need you to meet me at the airport in 40 minutes."
"What is it?"
"Something that's right up your alley, I'd think."
"Where're we headed?"
"Logan, Ohio. Seeya in 40."
"I'll be there." She said, already on her way to the shower.
XxX
"What do you make of it?" John asked, after Monica had finished reading the file. She wriggled in the plane seat, trying to find a more comfortable position, and looked at her partner. Her partner who had taken the aisle seat - the seat with the most legroom, she might add.
"Four victims, apparently unrelated, all turning up at the hospital unconscious and showing signs of intense sexual assault. Four victims who each had a litre of blood drained from a nick in their neck. What am I supposed to make of it?"
"It's not vampires, if that's what you're thinking."
"John, John, John – the thought never even crossed my mind."
"No?" he grinned at her.
"Well – not seriously, anyway."
John laughed at her before commenting, "The local police think the four attacks are the work of one perp. The latest victim was found yesterday. They want to catch this guy before he goes for number five."
"Understandably." Monica reopened the file. "Annette Franklin. 34 years old. Single. Works as a – is this correct? She's a mud wrestler?
"Whatever the file says."
"Interesting."
"How so?" John asked curiously.
"No real reason - I've just always had a fascination with mud wrestling. So, she disappeared at around eight o'clock on the night of March 21st from outside – Pinky's?"
"Er, A local club." Monica and mud wrestling? Who'd a thought it? "Apparently it's *the* place to be and be seen." John said, wriggling his fingers to suggest quotation marks.
"Ahh. And she was dropped at the ER seven hours later. By who?"
"The police think her attacker dropped her there."
"Why? It doesn't make sense."
"Exactly. One of three reasons why they called us in."
"The two others being?"
"The fact that the victims were bled and that they have no memory of their assault."
XxX
"Sure do appreciate you two coming out here." Sergeant Paul McKinley said, shaking Monica and Johns' hands when they checked in at the station.
"No problem. We're as anxious as you are to catch this guy before he has a chance to get at any more victims." John said.
"Sergeant McKinley, can you tell us anything else about the case?" Monica asked.
"Just what's already in the file. We didn't catch onto this guy until the victim before this latest one."
Monica flicked through the file. "Rosemary Green. Age 28, single. Disappeared from a car park on the night of February 2nd."
"Yeah. And two more before her. Karen Fahey, 43, single, disappeared from outside her own home on December 22 last year. And Lisa Frampton, 35, also single, went missing from the library on the 31st of October last year."
"Apart from all of the victims being single women, is there any other connection that we're over looking?" John asked.
"They're all very attractive women. They're all strongly independent. Normally a perp who goes for this type of women has a real grudge against women in general. He wants to hurt and humiliate them. Apart from the assault and the cuts to their necks, these women weren't subjected to any physical violence."
"There's no chance of a DNA sample?"
"Nope. The victims were clean. Our guy obviously practices safe sex."
"Bad for us." John commented.
"We'll want to talk to Ms. Franklin as soon as possible." Monica said.
"She was released this morning. I can give you directions to her house." The sergeant replied, jotting down an address on a piece of paper.
John took the paper. "Thanks."
"You checked into a motel yet?"
"Not yet – you recommend anyplace?"
"There's a nice friendly motel on Wyndham Street. Called the Victoria. Just tell Jennie that I sent you. She'll look after you."
"Jennie being your --?" Monica trailed off with a slight smile.
"My wife. She owns the place. You gotta stay somewhere right?" the sergeant shrugged. "And the FBI's money might as well go into my coffers rather than someone else's."
"Wyndham Street you say?" John asked, as he and Monica were led out of the station.
"Take the main road, turn left into Richard Avenue, go through the lights, take another left, then a right and you'll find it."
"You get all that Mon?"
"Absolutely." She replied as they climbed into the car.
Author: Tracy
Category: Doggett/Reyes
Keywords: case file
Rating: probably R for adult situations.
Summary: John and Monica are called in to investigate the mysterious abduction and assault of 4 women. Monica experiences strange dreams, but what are they telling her?
Archive: Just keep all headers, and let me know where it's going.
Feedback: Live for it. :)
Notes: at end of fic.
XxX
She was lying on a slab. She thought maybe it was marble, as the cold invaded her skin and chilled her bones. A cool breeze flowed over her skin, raising goose pimples on her sensitive flesh. An unfamiliar scent hovered in the air, wafting towards a hazy blue light above. So pretty. She stretched languidly. She could feel the beginnings of a slow heat building in her blood. It was nice; it was keeping the cold at bay. Soon she felt as she was on fire. She was sweating, filled with a need, an overwhelming desire.
She craved.
She yearned.
She couldn't breathe with the intensity of her need.
And then she felt hands upon her.
XxX
March 23
Monica woke up in a cold sweat. The phone was ringing. She took a few deep breaths to get herself under control before answering it.
"Monica Reyes."
"Monica it's John. I need you to meet me at the airport in 40 minutes."
"What is it?"
"Something that's right up your alley, I'd think."
"Where're we headed?"
"Logan, Ohio. Seeya in 40."
"I'll be there." She said, already on her way to the shower.
XxX
"What do you make of it?" John asked, after Monica had finished reading the file. She wriggled in the plane seat, trying to find a more comfortable position, and looked at her partner. Her partner who had taken the aisle seat - the seat with the most legroom, she might add.
"Four victims, apparently unrelated, all turning up at the hospital unconscious and showing signs of intense sexual assault. Four victims who each had a litre of blood drained from a nick in their neck. What am I supposed to make of it?"
"It's not vampires, if that's what you're thinking."
"John, John, John – the thought never even crossed my mind."
"No?" he grinned at her.
"Well – not seriously, anyway."
John laughed at her before commenting, "The local police think the four attacks are the work of one perp. The latest victim was found yesterday. They want to catch this guy before he goes for number five."
"Understandably." Monica reopened the file. "Annette Franklin. 34 years old. Single. Works as a – is this correct? She's a mud wrestler?
"Whatever the file says."
"Interesting."
"How so?" John asked curiously.
"No real reason - I've just always had a fascination with mud wrestling. So, she disappeared at around eight o'clock on the night of March 21st from outside – Pinky's?"
"Er, A local club." Monica and mud wrestling? Who'd a thought it? "Apparently it's *the* place to be and be seen." John said, wriggling his fingers to suggest quotation marks.
"Ahh. And she was dropped at the ER seven hours later. By who?"
"The police think her attacker dropped her there."
"Why? It doesn't make sense."
"Exactly. One of three reasons why they called us in."
"The two others being?"
"The fact that the victims were bled and that they have no memory of their assault."
XxX
"Sure do appreciate you two coming out here." Sergeant Paul McKinley said, shaking Monica and Johns' hands when they checked in at the station.
"No problem. We're as anxious as you are to catch this guy before he has a chance to get at any more victims." John said.
"Sergeant McKinley, can you tell us anything else about the case?" Monica asked.
"Just what's already in the file. We didn't catch onto this guy until the victim before this latest one."
Monica flicked through the file. "Rosemary Green. Age 28, single. Disappeared from a car park on the night of February 2nd."
"Yeah. And two more before her. Karen Fahey, 43, single, disappeared from outside her own home on December 22 last year. And Lisa Frampton, 35, also single, went missing from the library on the 31st of October last year."
"Apart from all of the victims being single women, is there any other connection that we're over looking?" John asked.
"They're all very attractive women. They're all strongly independent. Normally a perp who goes for this type of women has a real grudge against women in general. He wants to hurt and humiliate them. Apart from the assault and the cuts to their necks, these women weren't subjected to any physical violence."
"There's no chance of a DNA sample?"
"Nope. The victims were clean. Our guy obviously practices safe sex."
"Bad for us." John commented.
"We'll want to talk to Ms. Franklin as soon as possible." Monica said.
"She was released this morning. I can give you directions to her house." The sergeant replied, jotting down an address on a piece of paper.
John took the paper. "Thanks."
"You checked into a motel yet?"
"Not yet – you recommend anyplace?"
"There's a nice friendly motel on Wyndham Street. Called the Victoria. Just tell Jennie that I sent you. She'll look after you."
"Jennie being your --?" Monica trailed off with a slight smile.
"My wife. She owns the place. You gotta stay somewhere right?" the sergeant shrugged. "And the FBI's money might as well go into my coffers rather than someone else's."
"Wyndham Street you say?" John asked, as he and Monica were led out of the station.
"Take the main road, turn left into Richard Avenue, go through the lights, take another left, then a right and you'll find it."
"You get all that Mon?"
"Absolutely." She replied as they climbed into the car.