I watched the movie for the first time about a month ago and loved it. It also gave me the idea for this fic. I had to go with it.
Disclaimer: I own neither Criminal Intent nor The Green Mile.
The Grey Mile
{I tried to take it back, but I couldn't}
A dark and dreary day greeted New Yorkers. The sky threatened them with rain. The weatherman promised sunny skies. Right. It didn't matter. No one believed him in the first place.
In Central Park, the shit hit the fan. Sirens filled the air and red and blue lights flashed. The men in blue milled around, encased in the yellow-taped perimeter. In the epicenter laid the two mangled, bloody bodies of Karen Osley and Bridgett Casings. Detectives Bobby Goren and Alex Eames slipped under the tape. Goren made a beeline towards the bodies while Eames talked to witnesses and fellow officers. The aura from the two spoke of uneasiness, for several reasons.
Bobby and Alex were at their desks completing paperwork (what else is new?) when their captain shouted at them to come into his office. He told them the who, what, when, where, etc and told them it should be simple and to finish soon. What were his exact words? Oh yeah, "open and shut". As if they ever were. When Deakins was finished and sent them on their way, Alex and Bobby got that gut feeling, that hunch, that it was not open and shut. They weren't quite sure what it was or why they felt that way. Neither said a word while Alex drove them to Central Park. They didn't need to.
At the scene, that gut feeling strengthened.
"Detectives! Come over here!" an officer shouted.
They walked over.
"I may have found your killer."
"What do you mean?"
"The jogger who found the bodies saw him holding the girls crying. He tried to run away, but some cops caught him. He tried to loose his jacket. It was all bloody. I sent it over to CSU already."
"Ok, lets talk to him. Where is he?"
"Waiting in the third squad car. By the way, it took almost ten cops or more to pin him. You'll know why when you see him."
Cramped inside the car, a large black man saw two people approach and knew they were the detectives assigned to the case. Would they believe him? He shoved himself out of the tiny car.
When Bobby and Alex arrived, they saw what the officer meant. This man was huge!
Bigger than Goren… and that's saying something, Alex thought with a slight grin.
Damn…he could've crushed those two girls with his bare hands. Bobby thought as he gulped audibly.
The man wasn't fat, just, well huge!
Alex found the courage to speak first.
"What's your name?"
"John Coffey, ma'am. Like the drink, only spelled different."
Well, folks, there you go. More is coming. Please review!
Ok, more chapters! For those of you who are pondering, I called this story "The Grey Mile" because I couldn't think of a better title (I'm not that creative sometimes) and also because Goren and Eames' office is gray everywhere. Just this bland, blah gray. So there you go.
Thanks for the reviews!
Disclaimer: don't own CI or Green Mile. Which plain freakin' sucks.
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At the precinct, Alex wanted to curl up in a corner and rot. She felt like, well, basically like shit. She had felt like this for a month now. Bobby convinced her to see a doctor. Two weeks ago she went and heard the terrible news that she still had trouble coming to terms with. Shrinks call it denial or something. She still hadn't told anyone about it, either. Not Bobby, not her captain, not her father. She knew she should soon, but how can you expect someone to believe something when you don't believe it yourself?
"Hey – you ok?" the familiar and concerned voice asked.
"Yeah, I'm cool. Lets get this questioning over with."
Hours later, Goren and Eames were still attacking John Coffey with every bit of evidence they had. Somehow he held his ground-even without a lawyer. Not even the great Sherlock could break him. He scared the shit out them that way.
"I would explain it if I understood it and believed it myself." He repeated over and over again, like a parrot.
God, I hear ya, brother… Eames thought.
"WHAT IS IT?!?! TELL US!!!" Goren was crazy, yelling screaming, trying everything to nab Coffey. He could figure out Hitler, but this guy was driving him up the wall.
Another factor that didn't help was that Coffey kept looking at Alex and at one point said to her:
"You need help. Let me help you." He repeated that line, too. The first time Eames responded with one of her famous one-liners:
"If you think you can 'help' me like you helped Karen and Bridgett, then forget it."
Bobby and Alex were used to criminals trying to hit on Eames and they used that to their advantage many times to crack a criminal. Today, it just pissed Bobby off. Besides, why would Eames need help? She knew she could ask him or tell him if anything was wrong. Right?
Finally Eames knew Bobby had enough and forced Bobby out into the hallway.
Where she immediately collapsed.