Hide and Seek
Chapter 4: Where are they?
A/N: A 10-65 is a missing person. I dunno if anyone knew that, but I thought I'd tell ya anyway.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Next Day (August 12th) Apartment 13F 12pm
"Phoebe Hudson didn't arrive at work this morning. Nobody here, no clues, she just vanished," Eames said as she and Goren searched the apartment.
"This is deja vu," he said turning 360( in the middle of the living room. It was wide and spacious, decorated with all modern colours and furniture with no mess and lots of storage.
"The neighbours say she went out last night and they didn't her from her after that. The lady next door left her mail under the door because they got mixed up." Eames stood next to Goren with her arms folded. He looked up at the ceiling air vent.
"Maybe it is the same person that murdered Jaylene. Should we check?" He asked. She nodded. He got a chair, timidly unscrewed the cover and ducked as he pulled it off. Nothing came out to his relief. He climbed up and peered into the darkness. He couldn't see or smell anything. "Nothing in here. Have all the cupboards been checked?" He asked the officers searching the apartment. Everyone came back clear. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He did another check-over of the apartment and still found nothing. He spotted a small portrait of her and decided to keep it just in case. Maybe it would come in handy.
"We have a 10-65 here. Where is she?" Eames said to herself as she walked out the apartment.
~*~*~*~*~*
"Where do you suppose she is?" Goren asked, drumming his thumb on his brown notebook as the thoughts raced through his head.
"I don't know." Eames sighed and ran her hands through her hair. She seemed on edge and tired, which wasn't normal for her.
"Are you ok?" Goren asked. She nodded.
"Yeah, why?" she asked. She did really feel a bit down, but nothing serious.
"Nothing. You just seem different. Have you seen the new statues in the park? The ones for the Unity Festival next week?" Goren asked. She raised her eyebrows.
"No, I don't think I have. Lets go have a look," she said as they walked to the park. There were only a few, one in particular stood out to Goren.
"Look at this one. Such detail. And look at the expression. Beautiful work." his voice trailed off, but something else had caught Eames' attention. She watched as a timid man as he sat down, looked around him and started feeding the birds. He looked familiar somehow.
"Hey Goren, doesn't he look like someone we know?" she asked, interrupting it detail-examining session.
"Yeah. Hey, I know him. He's the guy who laughed at me when Jaylene's hand hit me," he said. Eames remembered, and looked at his eye.
"How is that by the way?" she asked. He shrugged.
"Better. Hold on," he said as hic phone rang. The man spotted Eames and looked straight at the ground embarrassed that a pretty woman was looking at him. She turned around as Goren got off the phone.
"Another murder. This is getting weird."
~*~*~*~*~*
Joy Ride Boat Hire Pier 4
"I found this boat not long ago. It has all blood in the bottom of it," the woman said. She led them to the small tin boat and pointed.
"Well it certainly looks like blood. I'll take a sample and we'll get some DNA," Goren said as he leant over the side of the pier and reached into the boat. He took a sample, and then saw something white. He picked it up, wiped it and saw a note.
"You tried to run, I hunted you down, you tried to hide, I found you around. I guess you should have tried harder, coz now I can say I am your murderer."
"There is a pattern. The same guy is murdering these women and leaving notes," Eames said.
"Did you see anything unusual?" Goren asked the woman.
"Well a few hours ago some guy was just sitting in the boat. It looked like he was net fishing. I just left him."
"What did he look like?" Eames asked. The woman shrugged.
"He had a brown paper bag, an wore a grey jumper with a hood. It had writing on it. I think it said 'You can run' then on the back 'you can't hide' and there were eyes printed on it. That's all I can remember," she said.
"Thanks," Goren said, and they left the scene.
"Two missing people, one un-identifiable killer. This is getting bad. We need a pattern," Eames said. She sighed again and looked at her hands. They were shaking, and she didn't know why. She saw Goren grab her hand to steady it.
"Alex, are you alright?" he asked concerned. She nodded.
"I just.I don't know. Remember Phillip O'Reilley? Well he is just someone I knew way back I high school. He was a sweet guy, I just think maybe he has something to do with all of this. But, then again, I can't bring myself to believe he'd do anything. I just think it was a coincidence about Jaylene being murdered, and the pre-nup turning up," she said, her voice getting softer as she talked.
"We'll see. We don't have any evidence connecting him, so it may just be a coincidence. I think its home time anyway," Goren said and he drove her home for once.
~*~*~*~*~*
Collins sat up all night trying to write the perfect words. They just wouldn't come out though. The ink from the pen wouldn't flow onto the paper. He steadied his hand, took a deep breath and suddenly the words came out. All was good again.
A/N: A 10-65 is a missing person. I dunno if anyone knew that, but I thought I'd tell ya anyway.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Next Day (August 12th) Apartment 13F 12pm
"Phoebe Hudson didn't arrive at work this morning. Nobody here, no clues, she just vanished," Eames said as she and Goren searched the apartment.
"This is deja vu," he said turning 360( in the middle of the living room. It was wide and spacious, decorated with all modern colours and furniture with no mess and lots of storage.
"The neighbours say she went out last night and they didn't her from her after that. The lady next door left her mail under the door because they got mixed up." Eames stood next to Goren with her arms folded. He looked up at the ceiling air vent.
"Maybe it is the same person that murdered Jaylene. Should we check?" He asked. She nodded. He got a chair, timidly unscrewed the cover and ducked as he pulled it off. Nothing came out to his relief. He climbed up and peered into the darkness. He couldn't see or smell anything. "Nothing in here. Have all the cupboards been checked?" He asked the officers searching the apartment. Everyone came back clear. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He did another check-over of the apartment and still found nothing. He spotted a small portrait of her and decided to keep it just in case. Maybe it would come in handy.
"We have a 10-65 here. Where is she?" Eames said to herself as she walked out the apartment.
~*~*~*~*~*
"Where do you suppose she is?" Goren asked, drumming his thumb on his brown notebook as the thoughts raced through his head.
"I don't know." Eames sighed and ran her hands through her hair. She seemed on edge and tired, which wasn't normal for her.
"Are you ok?" Goren asked. She nodded.
"Yeah, why?" she asked. She did really feel a bit down, but nothing serious.
"Nothing. You just seem different. Have you seen the new statues in the park? The ones for the Unity Festival next week?" Goren asked. She raised her eyebrows.
"No, I don't think I have. Lets go have a look," she said as they walked to the park. There were only a few, one in particular stood out to Goren.
"Look at this one. Such detail. And look at the expression. Beautiful work." his voice trailed off, but something else had caught Eames' attention. She watched as a timid man as he sat down, looked around him and started feeding the birds. He looked familiar somehow.
"Hey Goren, doesn't he look like someone we know?" she asked, interrupting it detail-examining session.
"Yeah. Hey, I know him. He's the guy who laughed at me when Jaylene's hand hit me," he said. Eames remembered, and looked at his eye.
"How is that by the way?" she asked. He shrugged.
"Better. Hold on," he said as hic phone rang. The man spotted Eames and looked straight at the ground embarrassed that a pretty woman was looking at him. She turned around as Goren got off the phone.
"Another murder. This is getting weird."
~*~*~*~*~*
Joy Ride Boat Hire Pier 4
"I found this boat not long ago. It has all blood in the bottom of it," the woman said. She led them to the small tin boat and pointed.
"Well it certainly looks like blood. I'll take a sample and we'll get some DNA," Goren said as he leant over the side of the pier and reached into the boat. He took a sample, and then saw something white. He picked it up, wiped it and saw a note.
"You tried to run, I hunted you down, you tried to hide, I found you around. I guess you should have tried harder, coz now I can say I am your murderer."
"There is a pattern. The same guy is murdering these women and leaving notes," Eames said.
"Did you see anything unusual?" Goren asked the woman.
"Well a few hours ago some guy was just sitting in the boat. It looked like he was net fishing. I just left him."
"What did he look like?" Eames asked. The woman shrugged.
"He had a brown paper bag, an wore a grey jumper with a hood. It had writing on it. I think it said 'You can run' then on the back 'you can't hide' and there were eyes printed on it. That's all I can remember," she said.
"Thanks," Goren said, and they left the scene.
"Two missing people, one un-identifiable killer. This is getting bad. We need a pattern," Eames said. She sighed again and looked at her hands. They were shaking, and she didn't know why. She saw Goren grab her hand to steady it.
"Alex, are you alright?" he asked concerned. She nodded.
"I just.I don't know. Remember Phillip O'Reilley? Well he is just someone I knew way back I high school. He was a sweet guy, I just think maybe he has something to do with all of this. But, then again, I can't bring myself to believe he'd do anything. I just think it was a coincidence about Jaylene being murdered, and the pre-nup turning up," she said, her voice getting softer as she talked.
"We'll see. We don't have any evidence connecting him, so it may just be a coincidence. I think its home time anyway," Goren said and he drove her home for once.
~*~*~*~*~*
Collins sat up all night trying to write the perfect words. They just wouldn't come out though. The ink from the pen wouldn't flow onto the paper. He steadied his hand, took a deep breath and suddenly the words came out. All was good again.