Rosalind
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To borrow a phrase: NYPD Blue no mine......no money, no sue, please? AN: This is more like a collection of scenes from various "episodes" that make up the part of the story that's important to me. So imagine them stuck in various places in various episodes that are "really" about other things. This takes place during the school year, but kinda skips the summer. Whatever. Hope you enjoy!
"Great way to start the day, huh?" Andy said, pushing the door to the bathroom open. The body of a young woman was layed out at an odd angle on the floor, a pool of blood still growing around her.
"Yeah" John replied, glancing around the bathroom, looking for anything out of place. The school had already sent most of the kids home for the day, but the teachers were all still there. None of them had seen anything, or knew of anyone who had seen the dead teacher that day. She hadn't even been found until one of the teachers had left class to use the restroom, about an hour and a half after school had started. They hadn't been expecting Ms. Gorthrop (the DOA) that day as she had called in the day before saying she was terribly sick.
"Looks like a stabbing" Andy reported, bending down to get a closer look at the wounds.
"Jesus" he swore and stepped away again. John took a look.
"Ah, gawd!" he exclaimed too. The woman barely had a stomach anymore she'd been stabbed so many times.
"Detectives!" a uniform called them over, "Principle" the man nodded at the older man waiting in the hallway. Andy and John nodded at him.
"You the Principle?" Andy asked.
"Yes. Alan Detrick" the man replied. He was short, balding, and dressed impeciably in a three piece suit.
"You know who might've done this?" Andy inquired. Detrick shook his head.
"No, no. Ms. Gorthrop was an upstanding woman. I can't imagine who would've...."
"Anybody come by to see her recently, called for her?" John asked, trying to get to the point.
"Uh, yes, yes, a few weeks ago a young gentleman stopped by" Detrick answered, screwing his face up, obviously trying to recall the details, "He seemed to be a fine gentleman. An old aquaintence if I do recall"
"And this aquaintence, he got a name?" Andy pushed.
"Oh,yes, but, well I don't recall. The name should be in the book, though, Mrs. Holcomb keeps records of every visitor to the school" Detrick responded, "I'll go get that for you!" He hurried off down the hall, intent on his very important mission. John shook his head as he took off, glad Rosalind went to a different school. As he walked away, Jones and Metaboy walked up.
"Hey" Jones greeted them, "What d'we got?"
"Ah, dead teacher. No suspects, no witnesses" Andy answered. But just then a detective called them back to the scene. They opened the bathroom door and looked in. One of the uniforms was standing next to a now opened stall. A little boy was crouching on the toilet, his eyes huge, and his cheeks tear stained.
"Phillip?" a woman's voice said from behind them. The detectives all turned around. One of the teacher's was standing behind them, a tall, middle aged woman.
"You know him?" Andy asked.
"He's my son" she answered. The uniform was carrying the boy through the bathroom to them. He looked about nine, maybe ten. He wrapped his arms around his mother's waist as soon as he was set down again.
"There any chance he saw what happened, Mrs....."
"Gershwin. I don't know. I think Eleanor, uh, Mrs. Parkins, said that he went to the bathroom about an hour ago and never came back."
"Mrs. Parkins?" Jones prodded.
"Oh, she's his teacher. He has a tendency playing hide and seek in the middle of the school day" The woman was stroking her child's head, while staring wild eye'd at them, "I...I....it's...I guess...it's possible...." John took a deep breath and crouched down so he was face to face with the little boy.
"Hi Phillip. Did you see what happened in there?" he asked. The little boy's eyes were closed tightly and he gave no indication that he had even heard the question John had asked.
"Phillip, did you see who hurt Ms. Gorthrop?" John rephrased. Still no response. John stood back up.
"I think we're going to need a psychologist or something" he told Andy.
"Yeah" he answered.
"You guys go, we'll stay here and canvas" Jones told them.
"Okay. Ma'am, will you come with us?" John gestured to the door. Mrs. Gershwin led the way.
Later...in the car pulling up to the Gershwin's house....
"What'd the Lieu say?" Andy asked. John had just called the station.
"He said there's a shrink on the way" he replied, "Said she agreed that the best place to talk to him would be his house" Mrs. Gershwin pulled into the drive way just ahead of them. The house was a huge old victorian building with plenty of yard in front and a long driveway. John figured the Gershwin's had some money.
"They get the name from Detrick?" Andy inquired as he pulled in behind her.
"Yeah, Boo Mitchum. Doesn't have a record. Connie's trying to get ahold of Gorthrop's sister, see if she knows him" John replied. The Gershwins were already in the house and he started to follow Andy up to the front door when a little silver Focus pulled up to the house. They both stopped and turned to wait for who they expected was the doctor they'd ordered. John felt his heart pick up a little speed when a red-head stepped out.
"Grace!" he called.
"You know her?" Andy asked under his breath. John didn't reply.
"Hey, John" she greeted him as she made her way over, "You're the detectives I'm supposed to be working with?"
"Yeah" he smiled at her, "Uh, this is my partner, Andy Sipowitz, Andy this is Dr. Grace O'Malley"
"Nice to meet you" Andy said and shook her hand.
"And you. So, they told me the little boy has stopped talking" she said and they started walking to the door again.
"Yeah. His name is Phillip Gershwin" John told her.
"We think he witnessed a murder" Andy informed her, "A stabbing. One of the teachers"
"And would Phillip have been able to actually see the knife or whatever entering the body, or do you think the teacher was facing away from his position?" she inquired. She seemed both concerned and yet very proffesional, quite a turn around from the laid back woman John had met previously. This fit her too, though, and John liked that she was so proffesional at her job.
"The body was facing away from the stall when we got there, but we still have no idea what went on" Andy told her as John rapped on the front door.
"Here we go" John muttered as Mrs. Gershwin opened the door.
To borrow a phrase: NYPD Blue no mine......no money, no sue, please? AN: This is more like a collection of scenes from various "episodes" that make up the part of the story that's important to me. So imagine them stuck in various places in various episodes that are "really" about other things. This takes place during the school year, but kinda skips the summer. Whatever. Hope you enjoy!
"Great way to start the day, huh?" Andy said, pushing the door to the bathroom open. The body of a young woman was layed out at an odd angle on the floor, a pool of blood still growing around her.
"Yeah" John replied, glancing around the bathroom, looking for anything out of place. The school had already sent most of the kids home for the day, but the teachers were all still there. None of them had seen anything, or knew of anyone who had seen the dead teacher that day. She hadn't even been found until one of the teachers had left class to use the restroom, about an hour and a half after school had started. They hadn't been expecting Ms. Gorthrop (the DOA) that day as she had called in the day before saying she was terribly sick.
"Looks like a stabbing" Andy reported, bending down to get a closer look at the wounds.
"Jesus" he swore and stepped away again. John took a look.
"Ah, gawd!" he exclaimed too. The woman barely had a stomach anymore she'd been stabbed so many times.
"Detectives!" a uniform called them over, "Principle" the man nodded at the older man waiting in the hallway. Andy and John nodded at him.
"You the Principle?" Andy asked.
"Yes. Alan Detrick" the man replied. He was short, balding, and dressed impeciably in a three piece suit.
"You know who might've done this?" Andy inquired. Detrick shook his head.
"No, no. Ms. Gorthrop was an upstanding woman. I can't imagine who would've...."
"Anybody come by to see her recently, called for her?" John asked, trying to get to the point.
"Uh, yes, yes, a few weeks ago a young gentleman stopped by" Detrick answered, screwing his face up, obviously trying to recall the details, "He seemed to be a fine gentleman. An old aquaintence if I do recall"
"And this aquaintence, he got a name?" Andy pushed.
"Oh,yes, but, well I don't recall. The name should be in the book, though, Mrs. Holcomb keeps records of every visitor to the school" Detrick responded, "I'll go get that for you!" He hurried off down the hall, intent on his very important mission. John shook his head as he took off, glad Rosalind went to a different school. As he walked away, Jones and Metaboy walked up.
"Hey" Jones greeted them, "What d'we got?"
"Ah, dead teacher. No suspects, no witnesses" Andy answered. But just then a detective called them back to the scene. They opened the bathroom door and looked in. One of the uniforms was standing next to a now opened stall. A little boy was crouching on the toilet, his eyes huge, and his cheeks tear stained.
"Phillip?" a woman's voice said from behind them. The detectives all turned around. One of the teacher's was standing behind them, a tall, middle aged woman.
"You know him?" Andy asked.
"He's my son" she answered. The uniform was carrying the boy through the bathroom to them. He looked about nine, maybe ten. He wrapped his arms around his mother's waist as soon as he was set down again.
"There any chance he saw what happened, Mrs....."
"Gershwin. I don't know. I think Eleanor, uh, Mrs. Parkins, said that he went to the bathroom about an hour ago and never came back."
"Mrs. Parkins?" Jones prodded.
"Oh, she's his teacher. He has a tendency playing hide and seek in the middle of the school day" The woman was stroking her child's head, while staring wild eye'd at them, "I...I....it's...I guess...it's possible...." John took a deep breath and crouched down so he was face to face with the little boy.
"Hi Phillip. Did you see what happened in there?" he asked. The little boy's eyes were closed tightly and he gave no indication that he had even heard the question John had asked.
"Phillip, did you see who hurt Ms. Gorthrop?" John rephrased. Still no response. John stood back up.
"I think we're going to need a psychologist or something" he told Andy.
"Yeah" he answered.
"You guys go, we'll stay here and canvas" Jones told them.
"Okay. Ma'am, will you come with us?" John gestured to the door. Mrs. Gershwin led the way.
Later...in the car pulling up to the Gershwin's house....
"What'd the Lieu say?" Andy asked. John had just called the station.
"He said there's a shrink on the way" he replied, "Said she agreed that the best place to talk to him would be his house" Mrs. Gershwin pulled into the drive way just ahead of them. The house was a huge old victorian building with plenty of yard in front and a long driveway. John figured the Gershwin's had some money.
"They get the name from Detrick?" Andy inquired as he pulled in behind her.
"Yeah, Boo Mitchum. Doesn't have a record. Connie's trying to get ahold of Gorthrop's sister, see if she knows him" John replied. The Gershwins were already in the house and he started to follow Andy up to the front door when a little silver Focus pulled up to the house. They both stopped and turned to wait for who they expected was the doctor they'd ordered. John felt his heart pick up a little speed when a red-head stepped out.
"Grace!" he called.
"You know her?" Andy asked under his breath. John didn't reply.
"Hey, John" she greeted him as she made her way over, "You're the detectives I'm supposed to be working with?"
"Yeah" he smiled at her, "Uh, this is my partner, Andy Sipowitz, Andy this is Dr. Grace O'Malley"
"Nice to meet you" Andy said and shook her hand.
"And you. So, they told me the little boy has stopped talking" she said and they started walking to the door again.
"Yeah. His name is Phillip Gershwin" John told her.
"We think he witnessed a murder" Andy informed her, "A stabbing. One of the teachers"
"And would Phillip have been able to actually see the knife or whatever entering the body, or do you think the teacher was facing away from his position?" she inquired. She seemed both concerned and yet very proffesional, quite a turn around from the laid back woman John had met previously. This fit her too, though, and John liked that she was so proffesional at her job.
"The body was facing away from the stall when we got there, but we still have no idea what went on" Andy told her as John rapped on the front door.
"Here we go" John muttered as Mrs. Gershwin opened the door.