Prolly just a short one,
but I love criminal intent (although I could never be able to do justice to the
complexity of the characters or the show in general... amazing how such an
interesting and enthralling show revolves around 4 regular characters. LOL..
Writing them is like trying to write a story with Irina and Jack as the only
characters
) -- Don't live in America,
so I'm making up names of stuff
It's Future. Prolly AU,
although, if I were writing this, it certainly wouldn't be
***
Saturday night's always
proved busy for New York City General Hospital. Teens in car accidents, drunks
dragging themselves in, usually after they had been in a brawl a the local pub,
Drug overdoses and pranks gone wrong usually filled the Casualty department by
8 pm. This night was no different.
Doctors jumped from
patient to patient, attempting to give a quick diagnosis and moving them off to
the applicable place. For most, that was the either the OR, or sent off to
various wards for stomach pumping, with many people being simply excessively
drunk. "He's stable, move him up to a ward, if it's possible. We need more
space in here" Dr Mitchell ordered, moving onto his next patient.
"30-year-old
female, lacerations and bruising to her upper body, concussion and serious head
trauma, and a bullet wound to her lower abdomen. she's been slipping in and out
of conscious since we picked her up" The ambulance officer informed the
doctor, before continuing informally, "Someone wanted her dead. It's
amazing she isn't there already"
***
"Your Jane Doe was
rushed into the Operating Room, the surgeons spent hours on her. She's still
critical, but stable for the time being" Dr Mitchell informed to the NYPD
Detectives in front of him, "She was pretty beat up. Most of her upper
body was simply a mass of bruises, abrasions and broken bones" he stated,
putting a number of X-rays up for the detectives to see, "However, if you
see her left arm, and a number of ribs, they were broken about 2 weeks ago,
they have begun healing in irregular positions. Also, a number of other
injuries, which I would say, she received in the last couple of weeks. And the
bullet wound to her stomach. It was enough to kill her, however not the
fastest."
"So either someone
couldn't aim. Or someone wanted her to suffer" Detective Robert Goren
thought out loud. You could see the wheels of his mind working, "What
about injuries before the 2 week margin?"
"While there do
seem to be constant beatings of the Jane, recent ones happened in the last 2
weeks. Before that, I could pick up a few, obviously pretty serious injuries,
but they were at least 5 years old." Mitchell informed the 2 detectives.
"I'm really sorry to bail, but I have rounds. If you need anything else, I
finish at 10am, I could talk to you then?"
Goren simply nodded as
Mitchell turned to return to his patients.
"A
boyfriend?" questioned Detective Alexandra Eames, his partner, "Back
for revenge?"
"5 Years is a long
time. Why wait so long?" Goren asked, as the possibilities worked through
his mind.
"He was in Prison,
perhaps?"
"Either that, or
he couldn't find her. See if we can get into Witness Protection and match her
to someone in there"
"They are
classified, Witness Protection files, you know Bobby?"
"Of cause
Alex" He smiled, both knowing he had his ways of getting into those files.
***
Meetings like had
become to norm. A lovely little boatshed in the middle on nowhere. He found it
rather strange the people who now placed trust in him. Although he knew that
this trust was hardly of their free will. It was a necessity. Everyone in the
room had a common interest. One was the bouncing little girl who sat on his
lap, her golden locks streaming down her face, while the tiny three-year-old
clutched Jemima, a purple teddy that she had been given the night she was born,
to her chest. Laura, her name was. Just the name 'Laura' represented everything
her mothers life had been before she found her world upside down. Even if
'Laura' was nothing more than an cover to many people; it was more real to her
mother than the air she breathed.
And, as much he knew it
was the source for much resentment, he was still Laura's father and Sydney's
wife.
"So what's
happening. Where is Sydney now?" venom evident in Jack's voice.
Little Laura lent
against her father's chest, and turned her innocent head towards Jack, her
piercing blue eyes had more of an effect on Jack than anything he'd experienced
in his life, with the exception of Sydney.
"I haven't heard
anything from my contacts. Nothing reliable anyway"
"So you've been
told something them?" Vaughn jumped up. Even if he and Sydney hadn't
worked out, he still cared for her.
"It's not from the
most reliable of.."
"..Sark, if you
know something, you need to let us know." Irina said rather pointedly.
"I have a contact
in New York City, fairly low down on the ranks. Your typical low level Crim.
Born and Bred in Hell's Kitchen, he would say anything for the right
price" Sark warned.
"Pádraig! Just
tell us!" It was rare for Irina to revert back to Sark's original name.
"He said he'd
heard that a Russian Mob Boss that controls most of New York was 'tying up
loose ends'" Sark explained.
"Why would he have
taken Sydney in?" Will asked, breaking his silence. Sark was amazed at
Will's courage, and loyalty to Sydney. Even after he had ordered him to be
tortured within an inch of his life; and he knew of his feelings towards Sydney
prior to the current relationship, he still stood by Sydney, and expected
nothing more than her friendship in return. He was even somewhat happy for
Sydney. Happy that she was happy. Even with Sark.
"He also told me
that the woman pretending to be Francie at the fall of the Alliance is now
working with him. Sydney worked to get her put away. She'd want revenge"
"Who exactly was
that? You've never actually told us?" Will continued his questioning.
"I was never privy
to that information, Mr Tippin"
"Is this
information even reliable?" Vaughn jumped in before Will could ask another
question.
"I already told
you I do not believe this man to be very credible. But it's the only lead I
have." Sark answered, a little annoyed at Vaughn's attitude. Although it
was no secret to two had a long running, war. Ever since Sydney had fallen
pregnant to Sark. Although she and Vaughn had broken up months before she and
Sark even contemplated a relationship, Vaughn still felt betrayal. Irina and
Jack exchanged glances, thinking much the same.
"So are we going
to follow it? Waste our time?" Vaughn spat back.
"Have you any
better ideas Mister Vaughn? Any leads you would like us to follow? Contacts
with any scraps of information?"
"That's not the
point!"
"How mature.
Listen to me Mister Vaughn. My wife's life is at stake here" Sark hit
Vaughn where it hurt, and he knew it. Remained Vaughn that Sydney was in love
with him, and not Vaughn..
"Ok, if both you
boys have finished arguing over who is bigger, we have a problem here. This man
in New York is our only lead so far, and I am willing to explore it. I will
explore ever lead we get to save my daughter's life. I watched her grow up
without a mother." Irina felt a pang of guilt as Jack spoke, but refused
to show her weakness, "I am not bringing the same fate upon my
granddaughter as well. We get a lead, we follow it. Understood? Leave your petty
fights for after school" Jack spoke with a slight disgust in his voice, as
he got up and moved towards Sark, taking his granddaughter in his arms, and
walking over to the dock, followed by Irina.
"This is all my
fault" he whispered just loud enough for Irina to hear.
"Jack, don't blame
yourself here.."
"...why not,
Irina? It was my mistakes that forced her to run" he spoke, as Laura lay
her head on his shoulder, Jemima still firmly in her tiny little hands.
"Jack, It's as
much my fault as it's it yours. Probably more. But in the end, it was Sydney's
choice to move away, with Pádraig and Laura. There was nothing we could do to
stop this.."
"It's more than
that. Yuri Ivanisivich is the Russian kingpin in New York. I double-crossed him
last year. Broke down a quarter of the Network in the New York. The Lower
Eastside crumbled because of what I did. It may have been my job, but because
of it, I believe Sark's contact may be right"
***
Captain James Deakins
hung up the phone, and walked out into the floor of the Major Case Squad
section of NYPD.
"Goren, Eames.
Your Jane Doe just woke up.."
***
