Josh
Wednesday January 8th
"He'll be here soon," I said to myself. "This'll all be over in a minute." Nothing was working to calm my nerves. Just this one meeting and everything would be finished. Outside was dark, cold.
There was crunching of the ice behind me. I turned to confront him once and for all, but no one was there. There was a thud against my head, and everything just melted away.
Kristen
Thursday, January 9th
"Kevin," I called, trying to catch my boyfriend on the way into school. He turned around.
"Hey, baby," he greeted me.
"Hey. Listen I found this great place behind the school the other day. No one really goes there. And we have some time before classes," I added suggestively.
He grabbed my hand and started walking towards the back of the school, pushing his way through the crowds.
"So where's this place?" he asked.
"Keep going," I urged him.
"Wait."
"What?"
He brought he mouth to mine. I continued walking him backwards into an abandoned section of the yard, kissing him just as eagerly. He turned me around and I walked him into to the wall, putting my hand against it for support. Something was cold and sticky on the wall.
"Kevin," I said softly, pulling away.
"What?" he asked while kissing my neck. I stepped backwards to catch my balance. I stepped on something hard that seemed to squish under me.
"Wait. I just got some crap all over my hand." I looked at it. Blood. I turned around to see what I was stepping on.
"Oh my God!" I screamed, feeling my stomach turn over. I covered my mouth and ran around the corner, losing my stomach contents. He came over to see if I was okay.
"Do you have your cell with you?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"Call 911. That's a dead body over there."
Olivia
"Morning, Elliot," I greeted my partner as I passed him on my way to my desk.
"We got a body," he told me.
I turned around to follow him, taking a sip of my coffee. "Where?"
"Mother Teresa."
"Church?"
"High school."
"What have we got?" I asked the medical examiner, Dr. Warner, pulling on a pair of gloves.
"Male victim. Head trauma, most likely from a piece of ice, and fourteen stab wounds to the genitals."
I cringed. I didn't have to turn around to know that Elliot was staring at the body, undoubtedly thinking about his own son, Dickie.
"How old's he?" Elliot asked.
"I'd say no more than twenty. No ID on him."
"Do we know how long he's been out here?" I asked.
"I'd say no more than seven to nine hours."
I looked at my watch. It was nine now, so he was killed between 12 and 2 this morning.
"Anything else?" I asked.
"He was killed here, but turned onto his back post-mortem."
"Who discovered the body?" Elliot asked.
"Kristen Daniels," a uniform spoke up. "She's inside the school."
"Did the kid go to this school?"
"I'm not sure," he admitted. "I haven't had a chance to check."
"Let's get this area cleared off to the public before anyone else sees him and we'll see if we can ID him in the school," I told him.
"Josh. . . please, no Josh," a shaky female voice came from behind me. She looked down at the face that hadn't yet been covered. She knelt down and didn't move.
"Josh," she said again. "Please, Josh. . . no." Her voice cracked and trailed off before she started sobbing violently. Elliot gently pulled her back.
"Looks like you got your ID," Warner whispered to me.
"I guess so," I muttered, watching the girl who was now leaning against a tree, still sobbing quietly, and Elliot just waiting there, helpless.
Wednesday January 8th
"He'll be here soon," I said to myself. "This'll all be over in a minute." Nothing was working to calm my nerves. Just this one meeting and everything would be finished. Outside was dark, cold.
There was crunching of the ice behind me. I turned to confront him once and for all, but no one was there. There was a thud against my head, and everything just melted away.
Kristen
Thursday, January 9th
"Kevin," I called, trying to catch my boyfriend on the way into school. He turned around.
"Hey, baby," he greeted me.
"Hey. Listen I found this great place behind the school the other day. No one really goes there. And we have some time before classes," I added suggestively.
He grabbed my hand and started walking towards the back of the school, pushing his way through the crowds.
"So where's this place?" he asked.
"Keep going," I urged him.
"Wait."
"What?"
He brought he mouth to mine. I continued walking him backwards into an abandoned section of the yard, kissing him just as eagerly. He turned me around and I walked him into to the wall, putting my hand against it for support. Something was cold and sticky on the wall.
"Kevin," I said softly, pulling away.
"What?" he asked while kissing my neck. I stepped backwards to catch my balance. I stepped on something hard that seemed to squish under me.
"Wait. I just got some crap all over my hand." I looked at it. Blood. I turned around to see what I was stepping on.
"Oh my God!" I screamed, feeling my stomach turn over. I covered my mouth and ran around the corner, losing my stomach contents. He came over to see if I was okay.
"Do you have your cell with you?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"Call 911. That's a dead body over there."
Olivia
"Morning, Elliot," I greeted my partner as I passed him on my way to my desk.
"We got a body," he told me.
I turned around to follow him, taking a sip of my coffee. "Where?"
"Mother Teresa."
"Church?"
"High school."
"What have we got?" I asked the medical examiner, Dr. Warner, pulling on a pair of gloves.
"Male victim. Head trauma, most likely from a piece of ice, and fourteen stab wounds to the genitals."
I cringed. I didn't have to turn around to know that Elliot was staring at the body, undoubtedly thinking about his own son, Dickie.
"How old's he?" Elliot asked.
"I'd say no more than twenty. No ID on him."
"Do we know how long he's been out here?" I asked.
"I'd say no more than seven to nine hours."
I looked at my watch. It was nine now, so he was killed between 12 and 2 this morning.
"Anything else?" I asked.
"He was killed here, but turned onto his back post-mortem."
"Who discovered the body?" Elliot asked.
"Kristen Daniels," a uniform spoke up. "She's inside the school."
"Did the kid go to this school?"
"I'm not sure," he admitted. "I haven't had a chance to check."
"Let's get this area cleared off to the public before anyone else sees him and we'll see if we can ID him in the school," I told him.
"Josh. . . please, no Josh," a shaky female voice came from behind me. She looked down at the face that hadn't yet been covered. She knelt down and didn't move.
"Josh," she said again. "Please, Josh. . . no." Her voice cracked and trailed off before she started sobbing violently. Elliot gently pulled her back.
"Looks like you got your ID," Warner whispered to me.
"I guess so," I muttered, watching the girl who was now leaning against a tree, still sobbing quietly, and Elliot just waiting there, helpless.