Hide And Seek
Chapter 2- Deadly Chemicals
A/N: I hate homework. I hate injections. I am running out of titles for these chapters!!
Kiera: Thanks!
Disclaimer: I don't own them.yadda, yadda.
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"We have a pizza and beer and a movie, but nobody in here. How odd," Detective Eames observed. She stood in the living room of apartment 16E while police buzzed around her. Detective Goren stood scratching his head.
"Jaylene didn't turn up for work. Maybe she skipped town for some reason," he suggested. Eames shrugged. He looked around the room. Nothing looked out of place. Nothing was missing, which ruled out his first theory. He looked under tables, on top of cupboards and in bookshelves and still nothing turned up. He looked in her bedroom. She had 2 jewellery boxes full of precious stones, mainly diamonds. He brought them out and set them on the table while he inspected them.
"The neighbours heard nothing suspicious last night. The power was out in the building last night because rats ate through the cables. Maybe she left because she was afraid of rats," Eames said, looking at the books. Goren looked at her, then at the pizza and the movies, then back at her.
"The tag on the movie says they have to be returned tonight - they are only overnight rentals so someone had to get them last night. And - " he walked over to the pizza and felt underneath the box. "The pizza is still warm, so it had to be recent. Maybe a few hours ago." Eames walked over to her partner and picked up the movie.
"Moulin Rouge." She looked at the movie, then the jewellery. "Well I guess diamonds are a girls best friend," she said dryly. Goren walked over to the desk and filed through the papers. Eames watched her partner as his face lit up.
"Nope, it seems a pre-nup is a girls best friend. It says here she was getting divorced from one Phillip O'Reilley."
"You mean the O'Reilley's that developed that ozone-friendly air freshener spray?" she asked. Goren looked at her as if to say 'how do you know who he is?' and nodded.
"Speaking of air freshener, what is that smell?" he asked, sniffing the air. Eames smelled the air. They looked at each other. That smell was far too familiar; the smell of a dead body.
"Search everywhere. There is someone in here," he ordered. Everyone checked every space, but nothing was found. Eames looked under the couches, then up at the ceiling. Goren followed her gaze and looked up at the air vent.
"No, you think?" He said. She shrugged. "There is no blood on the floor. And it looks undisturbed." Goren got a chair and unscrewed the bolds. As he lifted off the cover an arm fell out, hitting him in the face. Eames jumped in surprise and he nearly fell off the chair. The ring of laughter came from the doorway and the detectives looked over. Their expressions were not happy ones. The guy wore sweat pants and a hooded grey jumper and carried a brown paper bag with groceries in it. He instantly shut up, and walked down the hall with his head down.
"I hate it when those things do that. Well at least we know that she didn't run away from the rats," Goren said as he removed the two bodies from the vent.
"Did you see that guy? Freak," Eames said as she ID the bodies.
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1 Police Plaza
"There were two bodies in the vent. One was Jaylene Stuart and the other we have identified as Ned Flanders," Eames reported to Deakins.
"Isn't he from The Simpsons?" he asked. Eames nodded.
"Well that was the name on the DVD card, although it may be false, kind of like a joke. We are searching the records to check his real identity," she informed him. Goren looked through the brown folder that contained photos of the scene, reports and the autopsy report.
"One was kicked in the back of the head and the other was punched in the throat causing them to become unconscious, then gagged with a piece of cloth and a deadly chemical. They found particles of Ethanol in their lungs," he read from the report.
"That's used in air fresheners," Eames connected the dots. Goren nodded. Then a man came and handed an envelope to Goren. He opened it and there was a note and another piece of paper in a plastic bag.
"This letter was found at the scene. 'I really tried to tell you not, but you never knew the meaning of stop. Now you aren't here to block my sight, I guess I really won the fight'. Ok then," Goren said.
"Won the fight. Maybe they were fighting about something in the pre-nup and he killed her to get it," Eames suggested.
"Well aren't you the smart one today? We'll get O'Reilley in here," Goren said, tenderly touching his black eye. Eames giggled as they made their way out the building.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I know that must hurt. It isn't nice being whacked in the eye by a dead person's hand," she sympathised. Goren shook his head.
"It isn't. It will get better. Anyway, it will be an interesting story to tell later," he joked.
~*~*~*~*~* Central Living Apartments 145 Central Park Ave. Penthouse
Goren and Eames banged on the mahogany door of the penthouse. The man inside yelled out, not happy.
"He must pay a fortune to live here," Eames commented to her partner. The door opened suddenly with a man in a suit holding a mobile phone.
"These doors are solid Mahogany. They cost a fortune. Don't go putting dents in them," he said inspecting the door,
"If they are solid, they won't dent will they?" the man looked at him defeated. "Phillip O'Reilley?" Goren asked. The man nodded. "I'm detective Goren and this is Detective Eames. We'd like you to come with us," he said. Phillip looked confused.
"Your ex-wife was found murdered in her apartment this morning," Eames clarified the situation. Phillip slammed the door in the detective's faces. They looked at each other. Then he re-appeared holding his jacket and dialling a number.
"Yeah Elise, get me my lawyer."
Chapter 2- Deadly Chemicals
A/N: I hate homework. I hate injections. I am running out of titles for these chapters!!
Kiera: Thanks!
Disclaimer: I don't own them.yadda, yadda.
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"We have a pizza and beer and a movie, but nobody in here. How odd," Detective Eames observed. She stood in the living room of apartment 16E while police buzzed around her. Detective Goren stood scratching his head.
"Jaylene didn't turn up for work. Maybe she skipped town for some reason," he suggested. Eames shrugged. He looked around the room. Nothing looked out of place. Nothing was missing, which ruled out his first theory. He looked under tables, on top of cupboards and in bookshelves and still nothing turned up. He looked in her bedroom. She had 2 jewellery boxes full of precious stones, mainly diamonds. He brought them out and set them on the table while he inspected them.
"The neighbours heard nothing suspicious last night. The power was out in the building last night because rats ate through the cables. Maybe she left because she was afraid of rats," Eames said, looking at the books. Goren looked at her, then at the pizza and the movies, then back at her.
"The tag on the movie says they have to be returned tonight - they are only overnight rentals so someone had to get them last night. And - " he walked over to the pizza and felt underneath the box. "The pizza is still warm, so it had to be recent. Maybe a few hours ago." Eames walked over to her partner and picked up the movie.
"Moulin Rouge." She looked at the movie, then the jewellery. "Well I guess diamonds are a girls best friend," she said dryly. Goren walked over to the desk and filed through the papers. Eames watched her partner as his face lit up.
"Nope, it seems a pre-nup is a girls best friend. It says here she was getting divorced from one Phillip O'Reilley."
"You mean the O'Reilley's that developed that ozone-friendly air freshener spray?" she asked. Goren looked at her as if to say 'how do you know who he is?' and nodded.
"Speaking of air freshener, what is that smell?" he asked, sniffing the air. Eames smelled the air. They looked at each other. That smell was far too familiar; the smell of a dead body.
"Search everywhere. There is someone in here," he ordered. Everyone checked every space, but nothing was found. Eames looked under the couches, then up at the ceiling. Goren followed her gaze and looked up at the air vent.
"No, you think?" He said. She shrugged. "There is no blood on the floor. And it looks undisturbed." Goren got a chair and unscrewed the bolds. As he lifted off the cover an arm fell out, hitting him in the face. Eames jumped in surprise and he nearly fell off the chair. The ring of laughter came from the doorway and the detectives looked over. Their expressions were not happy ones. The guy wore sweat pants and a hooded grey jumper and carried a brown paper bag with groceries in it. He instantly shut up, and walked down the hall with his head down.
"I hate it when those things do that. Well at least we know that she didn't run away from the rats," Goren said as he removed the two bodies from the vent.
"Did you see that guy? Freak," Eames said as she ID the bodies.
~*~*~*~*~*
1 Police Plaza
"There were two bodies in the vent. One was Jaylene Stuart and the other we have identified as Ned Flanders," Eames reported to Deakins.
"Isn't he from The Simpsons?" he asked. Eames nodded.
"Well that was the name on the DVD card, although it may be false, kind of like a joke. We are searching the records to check his real identity," she informed him. Goren looked through the brown folder that contained photos of the scene, reports and the autopsy report.
"One was kicked in the back of the head and the other was punched in the throat causing them to become unconscious, then gagged with a piece of cloth and a deadly chemical. They found particles of Ethanol in their lungs," he read from the report.
"That's used in air fresheners," Eames connected the dots. Goren nodded. Then a man came and handed an envelope to Goren. He opened it and there was a note and another piece of paper in a plastic bag.
"This letter was found at the scene. 'I really tried to tell you not, but you never knew the meaning of stop. Now you aren't here to block my sight, I guess I really won the fight'. Ok then," Goren said.
"Won the fight. Maybe they were fighting about something in the pre-nup and he killed her to get it," Eames suggested.
"Well aren't you the smart one today? We'll get O'Reilley in here," Goren said, tenderly touching his black eye. Eames giggled as they made their way out the building.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I know that must hurt. It isn't nice being whacked in the eye by a dead person's hand," she sympathised. Goren shook his head.
"It isn't. It will get better. Anyway, it will be an interesting story to tell later," he joked.
~*~*~*~*~* Central Living Apartments 145 Central Park Ave. Penthouse
Goren and Eames banged on the mahogany door of the penthouse. The man inside yelled out, not happy.
"He must pay a fortune to live here," Eames commented to her partner. The door opened suddenly with a man in a suit holding a mobile phone.
"These doors are solid Mahogany. They cost a fortune. Don't go putting dents in them," he said inspecting the door,
"If they are solid, they won't dent will they?" the man looked at him defeated. "Phillip O'Reilley?" Goren asked. The man nodded. "I'm detective Goren and this is Detective Eames. We'd like you to come with us," he said. Phillip looked confused.
"Your ex-wife was found murdered in her apartment this morning," Eames clarified the situation. Phillip slammed the door in the detective's faces. They looked at each other. Then he re-appeared holding his jacket and dialling a number.
"Yeah Elise, get me my lawyer."