Hide and Seek
Chapter 6: L is for.
A/N: I had absolutely no idea how to finish this, so I just left it!
Disclaimer: I don't own them
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"So what evidence do you have connecting me?" Phillip asked, arms crossed and looking smug.
"Well we found Ethanol in your ex-wife's lungs. You run an air freshener company," Goren said. Phillip laughed.
"And that's it? So the jury is going to charge me on Ethanol?" he smiled and shook his head. "I may not be a lawyer, but I don't think that'll go down. Suddenly his mobile rang, but as he went to answer it Goren snatched it and hung up on the caller.
"Nice phone. How can you afford this?" he asked, looking it over.
"From working all my life," he said trying to snatch it back, but Goren gave it to Eames.
"You're interested in all the technological stuff, do you wanna have a look?" he said as she fiddled with it.
"Don't you break that Alex!" Phillip yelled, getting up, but Goren pushed him back down again. Alex scrolled through his phone numbers and her face went white, and red at the same time.
"How the hell did you get my number?" she asked. He shrugged. "I've moved several times since we last spoke. What are you doing?" she kept looking at the numbers. "Jaylene, Phoebe. There is one missing. So who is the other girl you killed?" She asked.
"And where did you stash the bodies?" Goren added. Phillip laid back, hands behind his head.
"Well I couldn't tell you that one because I didn't kill them. However." he added. "If I did tell you would that mean less jail time for me?" he asked.
"So you had something to do with it then? What were you supposed to do?" Goren asked. Phillip looked Eames straight in the eye with a devilish look.
"Well she was my target. You were all I wanted honey." He let out a laugh and Eames stormed out the room. Goren folded his arms.
"Gee. You really pissed her off. I.uh.wouldn't do that if I were you," he advised. "Come on. Just tell us who did the others and we'll make a deal," he tried to persuade Phillip. He put his hands up as if to surrender.
"Just to to the other scenes. They are still there. You'll see," and with that, he didn't say anything more. Goren walked out and joined his partner.
"He said to go to the other scenes and we'll find the other girls. So the boat and.where?" he asked.
"The park. With the statues. You looked at the one with the detailed expressions. Maybe he.could he?" she looked horrified at the thought of the body covered in cement.
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The two detectives raced down to the park where the festivities of Unity Day were still going on. They ran through the crowd with a mallet, looking for the statue. It wasn't hard to find, and when they did, Goren hit it hardly with the mallet and out fell the body. People around them screamed and stood back.
"One down, one to go," Eames said as they left the body to the NYPD and headed for the docks. When they arrived they found the cleaned boat and searched everywhere. Goren eventually got inside and put his arm in the water. He felt a rope and as he pulled it up he saw a large bag with a body inside.
"There's the missing piece. Look, a nametag. Tracey Biggs, McDonalds. She must have just got off work." Eames helped Goren out of the boat and looked around. She saw something moving in the far end of the docks and peered hard. She saw someone who she didn't want to see. She ran down and leaped onto him, pinning him to the ground. "I caught you first. You lose," she said as she handcuffed the man in the grey sweater.
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"Yeh, I did it. I'll confess," the man said after receiving Goren's icy glare.
"So why Collins? Who's idea was it?" Eames asked.
"Well it was the typical run-of-the-mill assassinations. This guy, Phillip someone, had a bunch of people he wanted killed. He is a tidy guy, wants everything neat with no loose ends," he said.
"Did you write the notes? They were very clever," Goren said. The man smiled.
"I was always good at poetry in high school. So what are you gonna do to me?" he asked.
"Well we'll send you to jail, you might get a life sentence if you're lucky," Goren said as he was taken away. "So, what did he do?" He asked. Eames sighed and ran her hands through her hair.
"In high school we were friends. He turned alcoholic and one day I dumped him on the highway when I thought he was going to throw up in my car. He eventually found his way home, after he was seen swinging off a lamppost singing like in that movie. He never forgave me, and I guess he didn't want anyone to find out." She giggled as she remembered, but at the time she really was pissed off.
"And he didn't like having you remember that every time you saw him. I guess he'd pushed it to the back of his mind," Goren said. Eames nodded.
"He was always like that. Hoping nobody would remember the stupid things he did. What a loser."
A/N: I had absolutely no idea how to finish this, so I just left it!
Disclaimer: I don't own them
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"So what evidence do you have connecting me?" Phillip asked, arms crossed and looking smug.
"Well we found Ethanol in your ex-wife's lungs. You run an air freshener company," Goren said. Phillip laughed.
"And that's it? So the jury is going to charge me on Ethanol?" he smiled and shook his head. "I may not be a lawyer, but I don't think that'll go down. Suddenly his mobile rang, but as he went to answer it Goren snatched it and hung up on the caller.
"Nice phone. How can you afford this?" he asked, looking it over.
"From working all my life," he said trying to snatch it back, but Goren gave it to Eames.
"You're interested in all the technological stuff, do you wanna have a look?" he said as she fiddled with it.
"Don't you break that Alex!" Phillip yelled, getting up, but Goren pushed him back down again. Alex scrolled through his phone numbers and her face went white, and red at the same time.
"How the hell did you get my number?" she asked. He shrugged. "I've moved several times since we last spoke. What are you doing?" she kept looking at the numbers. "Jaylene, Phoebe. There is one missing. So who is the other girl you killed?" She asked.
"And where did you stash the bodies?" Goren added. Phillip laid back, hands behind his head.
"Well I couldn't tell you that one because I didn't kill them. However." he added. "If I did tell you would that mean less jail time for me?" he asked.
"So you had something to do with it then? What were you supposed to do?" Goren asked. Phillip looked Eames straight in the eye with a devilish look.
"Well she was my target. You were all I wanted honey." He let out a laugh and Eames stormed out the room. Goren folded his arms.
"Gee. You really pissed her off. I.uh.wouldn't do that if I were you," he advised. "Come on. Just tell us who did the others and we'll make a deal," he tried to persuade Phillip. He put his hands up as if to surrender.
"Just to to the other scenes. They are still there. You'll see," and with that, he didn't say anything more. Goren walked out and joined his partner.
"He said to go to the other scenes and we'll find the other girls. So the boat and.where?" he asked.
"The park. With the statues. You looked at the one with the detailed expressions. Maybe he.could he?" she looked horrified at the thought of the body covered in cement.
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The two detectives raced down to the park where the festivities of Unity Day were still going on. They ran through the crowd with a mallet, looking for the statue. It wasn't hard to find, and when they did, Goren hit it hardly with the mallet and out fell the body. People around them screamed and stood back.
"One down, one to go," Eames said as they left the body to the NYPD and headed for the docks. When they arrived they found the cleaned boat and searched everywhere. Goren eventually got inside and put his arm in the water. He felt a rope and as he pulled it up he saw a large bag with a body inside.
"There's the missing piece. Look, a nametag. Tracey Biggs, McDonalds. She must have just got off work." Eames helped Goren out of the boat and looked around. She saw something moving in the far end of the docks and peered hard. She saw someone who she didn't want to see. She ran down and leaped onto him, pinning him to the ground. "I caught you first. You lose," she said as she handcuffed the man in the grey sweater.
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"Yeh, I did it. I'll confess," the man said after receiving Goren's icy glare.
"So why Collins? Who's idea was it?" Eames asked.
"Well it was the typical run-of-the-mill assassinations. This guy, Phillip someone, had a bunch of people he wanted killed. He is a tidy guy, wants everything neat with no loose ends," he said.
"Did you write the notes? They were very clever," Goren said. The man smiled.
"I was always good at poetry in high school. So what are you gonna do to me?" he asked.
"Well we'll send you to jail, you might get a life sentence if you're lucky," Goren said as he was taken away. "So, what did he do?" He asked. Eames sighed and ran her hands through her hair.
"In high school we were friends. He turned alcoholic and one day I dumped him on the highway when I thought he was going to throw up in my car. He eventually found his way home, after he was seen swinging off a lamppost singing like in that movie. He never forgave me, and I guess he didn't want anyone to find out." She giggled as she remembered, but at the time she really was pissed off.
"And he didn't like having you remember that every time you saw him. I guess he'd pushed it to the back of his mind," Goren said. Eames nodded.
"He was always like that. Hoping nobody would remember the stupid things he did. What a loser."