I'm Just A Sweet Transvestite
Chapter 3- Red Shoes
A/N: I made up this shoe brand.
Disclaimer: I don't own Goren and Eames. Any characters you have never heard of I do own, but ya know, I'm not gonna sue if u use them!
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Eames, Goren and Deakins sat around a table comparing notes on the case. Nobody had any ideas on where to go.
"Ok, so lets see what we have," Goren said, getting up and sticking pictures onto a whiteboard. "We have Toby and Donna in the car park. A woman comes up and kills Toby. Robin is his partner, but so are Tiger and Lee. Donna is just a one-night stand. Either robin, Tiger or Lee could have done it," he stared.
"But Ronan said that Robin was on the phone-"
"But he didn't say what time," Goren interrupted. "Robin is gone. We have no idea as to who Tiger and Robin are and we have no forensic evidence. What do we do?" They were at a dead end. Everyone sat in silence thinking for a minute.
"What about the bar. Maybe someone there knows who they are," Deakins suggested.
"Yeah. Better than nothing," Eames said and they started for the bar.
~*~*~*~*~* Dig It Bar
"This is just fantastic," Eames said as she slapped her hands on her sides. "They closed it down."
"Why?" He asked. Eames shrugged, and then spotted someone walking out. "But he might know." She chased after him.
"Do you know why the bar is closed?" she asked. The man turned around.
"Yeah, we are remodelling it. Why?" he asked.
"Do you know Lee or Tiger?" Goren jumped in. He thought a moment.
"I know a Tiger Lee, but not two separate people," he said.
"Where do we find this person?" Goren asked.
"Vestie's club. Last I heard he was working there," the man said.
"Ok then, lets go there," Eames said.
"Be careful," the man yelled out after them. "It isn't really place for detectives."
~*~*~*~*~* Vestie's Club
The club was dark inside with lights flashing and music blaring. It was unusually full for 2pm. Most clubs were at their full capacity late at night, not the afternoon. Eames, being smaller than Goren, decided to be the one to squeeze her way through the crown to find Tiger Lee. Goren just stood at the back looking like a bouncer.
"Excuse me. I am looking for Tiger Lee" she asked a waitress at the bar.
"She is dancing in the cage," she told the detective. Eames was confused.
"She? I was told she was a he," she said. The waitress whirled around serving alcohol.
"Honey, Tiger can be anyone," she yelled over her shoulder. Eames thanked her and squeezed back to Goren.
"Where is she?" Goren asked when he pulled Eames out the crowd. She straightened herself out and caught her breath. The squashy club made breathing difficult.
"She...he.is dancing in a cage up there" she pointed.
"She or he?" Goren asked. Eames shrugged.
"The waitress said she can be anyone" she filled him in. The detectives waited until Tiger Lee had finished dancing and went into the dressing rooms to talk to her.
"Do you know Toby McManus?" Goren said. Tiger Lee jumped.
"Don't jump up on me like that. No I don't. Now if you don't mind I have to get changed and go back out there in 2 minutes" she said shoving his way past.
"Great. Back to nowhere. So Tiger and Lee must be two people then," Eames said.
~*~*~*~*~* Police Plaza
"Ok, let's try again" Deakins said, rubbing his head. They were back together around the table with no clues. He had a cup of coffee in his hand. "Lee and Tiger are two separate people. The owner of the pub only knows one person, not two. Whom can we ask?" he went over the information. Eames and Goren were silent. Goren paced in front of the whiteboard and Eames leant back in her chair staring at her note pad. There were little drawings on there, but no leads. Goren studied the pictures. There had to be more clues. He looked closer on the shoe. He could just see a label.
"This is a Crystal shoe," he said finally. Eames looked at it.
"Doesn't look like Crystal to me" she said dryly.
"No, no. There is only one shop in New York that sells this brand. Maybe if we go and ask they know a Tiger or Lee," he said. Eames nodded. Finally another lead.
~*~*~*~*~* Crystal Ladies Footwear
Eames and Goren walked into the shop inspecting the shoes. She didn't see any that matched the picture.
"Can I help you?" a sales assistant asked.
"We are investigating a murder case and one of your shoes was the murder weapon. We need to find who has bought pairs of shoes like this," she said, holding the picture of the shoe up. The saleswoman looked disgusted.
"Oh my. Our shoes used as murder weapons. This is a Crystal Touch special edition. Very expensive, especially the red ones" she said.
"Do you have a record of who has bought them?" Eames asked. The woman nodded. She eyed Eames, especially her shoes. She was very snobby. Goren was getting looks from the other women in the shop. They were all the rich - type with money to burn.
"I'll just go wait outside. This is your domain," he said. Eames nodded. The saleswoman took a long time to search the records on the computer.
"Here we go. I have 32 customers who have bought this shoe in the red," she said. Eames looked at the computer screen and leant on the desk. The woman looked at her in disapproval.
"You know what is bad for your posture," she criticised. Eames looked at her. "And those shoes don't do anything to help" she added.
"These shoes work just fine for my job thank you very much. I'm not going to run around in the mud and blood of New York crime scenes in $500 shoes am I?" Eames hit back. The woman looked at her defeated.
"May I see the picture of the shoe?" she asked moodily and snatched it off Eames, who smiled to herself. That's right lady, I'm a detective. Don't mess with me Eames thought.
"This shoe has been made special. It has a modified instep," she said. She checked her records.
"Lee Price. I assume you'll need her address to follow up further," she said. Eames nodded and stood up straight. The woman printed it out and handed it to the detective.
"Thankyou" Eames said and walked past the discount display. Even these shoes were more than $200. She picked one up and inspected it.
"You know, my mother got a pair of these exactly the same from a discount store. Half the price and lasted twice as long. Isn't it funny what people spend their money on?" Eames looked at the stunned saleswoman, put the shoe back and joined Goren outside, laughing. The sight of her made him smile.
"What?" he said. Eames composed herself.
"I showed that snobby saleswoman a thing or two," she said. "I told her my mother got a pair of exact same shoes from a cheap shop" she started laughing over again. "I remember the day she walked into some big spender's shop with them on and the saleswoman thought my mother was loaded," Eames said.
"Did you get an address amongst all your fun?" he asked. She gave him the printout. "Ok, lets go then" he said, holding onto Eames' arm as tears rolled down her cheek from laughing so hard.
A/N: I made up this shoe brand.
Disclaimer: I don't own Goren and Eames. Any characters you have never heard of I do own, but ya know, I'm not gonna sue if u use them!
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Eames, Goren and Deakins sat around a table comparing notes on the case. Nobody had any ideas on where to go.
"Ok, so lets see what we have," Goren said, getting up and sticking pictures onto a whiteboard. "We have Toby and Donna in the car park. A woman comes up and kills Toby. Robin is his partner, but so are Tiger and Lee. Donna is just a one-night stand. Either robin, Tiger or Lee could have done it," he stared.
"But Ronan said that Robin was on the phone-"
"But he didn't say what time," Goren interrupted. "Robin is gone. We have no idea as to who Tiger and Robin are and we have no forensic evidence. What do we do?" They were at a dead end. Everyone sat in silence thinking for a minute.
"What about the bar. Maybe someone there knows who they are," Deakins suggested.
"Yeah. Better than nothing," Eames said and they started for the bar.
~*~*~*~*~* Dig It Bar
"This is just fantastic," Eames said as she slapped her hands on her sides. "They closed it down."
"Why?" He asked. Eames shrugged, and then spotted someone walking out. "But he might know." She chased after him.
"Do you know why the bar is closed?" she asked. The man turned around.
"Yeah, we are remodelling it. Why?" he asked.
"Do you know Lee or Tiger?" Goren jumped in. He thought a moment.
"I know a Tiger Lee, but not two separate people," he said.
"Where do we find this person?" Goren asked.
"Vestie's club. Last I heard he was working there," the man said.
"Ok then, lets go there," Eames said.
"Be careful," the man yelled out after them. "It isn't really place for detectives."
~*~*~*~*~* Vestie's Club
The club was dark inside with lights flashing and music blaring. It was unusually full for 2pm. Most clubs were at their full capacity late at night, not the afternoon. Eames, being smaller than Goren, decided to be the one to squeeze her way through the crown to find Tiger Lee. Goren just stood at the back looking like a bouncer.
"Excuse me. I am looking for Tiger Lee" she asked a waitress at the bar.
"She is dancing in the cage," she told the detective. Eames was confused.
"She? I was told she was a he," she said. The waitress whirled around serving alcohol.
"Honey, Tiger can be anyone," she yelled over her shoulder. Eames thanked her and squeezed back to Goren.
"Where is she?" Goren asked when he pulled Eames out the crowd. She straightened herself out and caught her breath. The squashy club made breathing difficult.
"She...he.is dancing in a cage up there" she pointed.
"She or he?" Goren asked. Eames shrugged.
"The waitress said she can be anyone" she filled him in. The detectives waited until Tiger Lee had finished dancing and went into the dressing rooms to talk to her.
"Do you know Toby McManus?" Goren said. Tiger Lee jumped.
"Don't jump up on me like that. No I don't. Now if you don't mind I have to get changed and go back out there in 2 minutes" she said shoving his way past.
"Great. Back to nowhere. So Tiger and Lee must be two people then," Eames said.
~*~*~*~*~* Police Plaza
"Ok, let's try again" Deakins said, rubbing his head. They were back together around the table with no clues. He had a cup of coffee in his hand. "Lee and Tiger are two separate people. The owner of the pub only knows one person, not two. Whom can we ask?" he went over the information. Eames and Goren were silent. Goren paced in front of the whiteboard and Eames leant back in her chair staring at her note pad. There were little drawings on there, but no leads. Goren studied the pictures. There had to be more clues. He looked closer on the shoe. He could just see a label.
"This is a Crystal shoe," he said finally. Eames looked at it.
"Doesn't look like Crystal to me" she said dryly.
"No, no. There is only one shop in New York that sells this brand. Maybe if we go and ask they know a Tiger or Lee," he said. Eames nodded. Finally another lead.
~*~*~*~*~* Crystal Ladies Footwear
Eames and Goren walked into the shop inspecting the shoes. She didn't see any that matched the picture.
"Can I help you?" a sales assistant asked.
"We are investigating a murder case and one of your shoes was the murder weapon. We need to find who has bought pairs of shoes like this," she said, holding the picture of the shoe up. The saleswoman looked disgusted.
"Oh my. Our shoes used as murder weapons. This is a Crystal Touch special edition. Very expensive, especially the red ones" she said.
"Do you have a record of who has bought them?" Eames asked. The woman nodded. She eyed Eames, especially her shoes. She was very snobby. Goren was getting looks from the other women in the shop. They were all the rich - type with money to burn.
"I'll just go wait outside. This is your domain," he said. Eames nodded. The saleswoman took a long time to search the records on the computer.
"Here we go. I have 32 customers who have bought this shoe in the red," she said. Eames looked at the computer screen and leant on the desk. The woman looked at her in disapproval.
"You know what is bad for your posture," she criticised. Eames looked at her. "And those shoes don't do anything to help" she added.
"These shoes work just fine for my job thank you very much. I'm not going to run around in the mud and blood of New York crime scenes in $500 shoes am I?" Eames hit back. The woman looked at her defeated.
"May I see the picture of the shoe?" she asked moodily and snatched it off Eames, who smiled to herself. That's right lady, I'm a detective. Don't mess with me Eames thought.
"This shoe has been made special. It has a modified instep," she said. She checked her records.
"Lee Price. I assume you'll need her address to follow up further," she said. Eames nodded and stood up straight. The woman printed it out and handed it to the detective.
"Thankyou" Eames said and walked past the discount display. Even these shoes were more than $200. She picked one up and inspected it.
"You know, my mother got a pair of these exactly the same from a discount store. Half the price and lasted twice as long. Isn't it funny what people spend their money on?" Eames looked at the stunned saleswoman, put the shoe back and joined Goren outside, laughing. The sight of her made him smile.
"What?" he said. Eames composed herself.
"I showed that snobby saleswoman a thing or two," she said. "I told her my mother got a pair of exact same shoes from a cheap shop" she started laughing over again. "I remember the day she walked into some big spender's shop with them on and the saleswoman thought my mother was loaded," Eames said.
"Did you get an address amongst all your fun?" he asked. She gave him the printout. "Ok, lets go then" he said, holding onto Eames' arm as tears rolled down her cheek from laughing so hard.
