Learning Curve
Chapter 4-
A/N: Ok, before you comment on this, you'll have to read the last chapter. You'll understand when you read about the whole students in a crime scene.
Disclaimer: Do I have to write it...AGAIN?!?!
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Goren had been attempting to teach Armelle a lot about being a detective; the difference between a gun fired at long rage and point blank, blood spatters and so forth, when a call came. Elliott was excited, but Armelle looked like she couldn't care less.
"How can you be excited by this?" she said to him. "That call means someone has just been killed." Elliott's smile wiped from his face. He'd never thought about it like that. He thought of it as just some case to solve, some murderer to lock away from society; but Armelle saw it as someone just lost a friend, brother, sister, mother, father, son or daughter. And that had to be avenged.
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The apartment was in a run down building. It was simple and some of the roof was falling down. There was water stains on the walls and on the floor.
"Not much money to throw around, especially with Uni," Eames said as she inspected the man's papers.
"Bashed in skull, lacerated wrists, broken ankle. Possibly from kicking the purp," Goren examined.
"Wouldn't she have a broken toe if she kicked the attacker?" Elliot asked.
"Not if she missed and hit with the side of her foot. Enough force would cause a breakage," he said, imagining it in his head. Eames filed through papers and photos.
"Bella Doberman. Studying women's studies and Spanish," she read aloud.
"Part of a feminist group?" Armelle asked as she poked her head from around the corner. She was looking through the rooms.
"Yes. W.A.R. Women's Active Rights. Maybe someone got fed up with her?" Eames said. "There's a page from this report missing. The numbers skip from 6 to 9," she observed. Elliot looked through books and papers with Eames, while Armelle explored the small apartment further. The woman's room was relatively tidy, with the odd piece of clothing on the floor. She opened the small wooden box on the dresser. Nothing but a few silver rings and a necklace with a pearl on it. She closed it and walked out the bedroom. The next stop was the bathroom. She flicked her fringe out her eyes and looked up. The ceiling was a bit dirty, and didn't look like the air conditioning vent had been removed. She flicked on the light. There was something on the showerhead. She looked on the shower floor. There was a faint black mark – like someone had burnt something. She stood up and looked at the showerhead closely. There was soot residue on it.
"Detective Goren, someone has burned something in here,' she yelled. Goren was having fun checking under the table for evidence. He looked up at Eames, his expression saying 'do I have to go'. Eames nodded. He got up and checked on her. He looked at the soot.
"What do you think Detective Armelle?" he asked. She looked surprised that he'd even ask her opinion.
"Well I think it could be the missing page from the report. Maybe it contained some revealing information," she concluded. Goren nodded.
"Ok, so someone came in here, killed her and burned part of the report. Why not all of it?" he asked.
"What's in the report in the first place?" she said quickly. He stood a moment.
"I don't know. I'll have a look," he said as he went and got it from Eames. He came back skimming through the pages.
"Ok. Bottom of page six says 'my studies of feminism in the 21st century were then suddenly halted when I had some strong opposition in my career and lifestyle choices. After speaking with this person, I found out a rather horrible secret that she'd kept hidden all these years'. Then it stops. Page 9 goes on to say 'after typing this report I hope the correct authorities will be alerted of these acts of crime and their culprit caught', and so on and so forth," Goren said and shut the folder.
"Well that's it. Whoever it was found out about the report and their dirty little secret would be revealed. So they came in, killed her and burned the evidence," she said. Goren was speechless. All her theories made sense, and she was quick in her thinking. His thoughts were broken when a woman was heard yelling at Eames.
"That's my daughter's! Put it down," she yelled angrily.
"Ma'am we need to look for evidence. If you'd just like to go to the police station we'll see you there," Eames tried to calm her. Goren rushed out to help.
"I'm Detective Goren. We're trying to find who murdered your daughter, and your co-operation would be much appreciated," he said. She looked at him snobbishly.
"I don't care who you are. Get out of here," she said. Armelle saw the woman's reflection in the bathroom mirror. She was short, stubby and silver haired. She wore diamonds and fur. Definitely a rich woman. She was about to walk out when something shiny caught her eye. She kneeled down and picked it up with her tweezers. She held it up to the light and found it was a diamond with blood on the flat part. She looked back at the woman's reflection. She smiled to herself slightly, then bagged the diamond, hid it in her coat pocket and walked out casually.
Elliot stood in the corner panicking. This woman was scary, and when she caught sight of Armelle, she hit the roof.
"What is this? Dress up and play cop day? How many more school children are playing cops and robbers? This is my daughter's death we are dealing with!" she yelled. Armelle leaned into her hip, unfazed by the women's outburst. Instead she casually walked up and inspected the diamond necklace.
"Wow, they are gorgeous! I'm a lover of diamonds myself," she said, hoping to get on the woman's good side. A little tip she picked up from a certain master psychology detective. "Tiffany, right?" she said. The woman smiled.
"Well, yes. Well, I'm glad someone enjoys the finer things in life," she said. Armelle looked even closed.
"Oh, one is missing," she pointed out. The woman's face went red.
"Yes. Unfortunately they dropped into water and got wrecked," she covered. Armelle nodded.
"So you've had them cleaned since you murdered Belle then?" she accused. Goren looked at Eames alarmed. He was about to move when Armelle pulled out the bloodied diamond from her pocket. "So you burned the evidence, then while you were washing away the ashes it dropped. You picked it up and put it back on, but didn't notice a stone had fallen out onto the floor. You got the rest of the blood cleaned off, but missed that one. Oh, and look," she said as she held it up to the necklace. "A perfect match," she said. The woman's face went red.
"Yeah, well it's not my fault she had to go digging is it?" she yelled. Armelle smiled. Eames cuffed her and took her to the police car. Goren put his arm around his student.
"Wow. How did you do that?" he asked. She shrugged.
"I just have good eyesight," she said. She looked back at Elliot, who was still in the corner processing the events. She walked over to him.
"It's ok. The big bad wolf has gone," she joked. He smiled and followed her outside.
"And I thought I was the smart one," he said to her. Armelle smiled.
"You are smart," she said, shoving her hands in her pockets, and walking to the nearest café with Goren for hot drinks.
A/N: Ok, before you comment on this, you'll have to read the last chapter. You'll understand when you read about the whole students in a crime scene.
Disclaimer: Do I have to write it...AGAIN?!?!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Goren had been attempting to teach Armelle a lot about being a detective; the difference between a gun fired at long rage and point blank, blood spatters and so forth, when a call came. Elliott was excited, but Armelle looked like she couldn't care less.
"How can you be excited by this?" she said to him. "That call means someone has just been killed." Elliott's smile wiped from his face. He'd never thought about it like that. He thought of it as just some case to solve, some murderer to lock away from society; but Armelle saw it as someone just lost a friend, brother, sister, mother, father, son or daughter. And that had to be avenged.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
The apartment was in a run down building. It was simple and some of the roof was falling down. There was water stains on the walls and on the floor.
"Not much money to throw around, especially with Uni," Eames said as she inspected the man's papers.
"Bashed in skull, lacerated wrists, broken ankle. Possibly from kicking the purp," Goren examined.
"Wouldn't she have a broken toe if she kicked the attacker?" Elliot asked.
"Not if she missed and hit with the side of her foot. Enough force would cause a breakage," he said, imagining it in his head. Eames filed through papers and photos.
"Bella Doberman. Studying women's studies and Spanish," she read aloud.
"Part of a feminist group?" Armelle asked as she poked her head from around the corner. She was looking through the rooms.
"Yes. W.A.R. Women's Active Rights. Maybe someone got fed up with her?" Eames said. "There's a page from this report missing. The numbers skip from 6 to 9," she observed. Elliot looked through books and papers with Eames, while Armelle explored the small apartment further. The woman's room was relatively tidy, with the odd piece of clothing on the floor. She opened the small wooden box on the dresser. Nothing but a few silver rings and a necklace with a pearl on it. She closed it and walked out the bedroom. The next stop was the bathroom. She flicked her fringe out her eyes and looked up. The ceiling was a bit dirty, and didn't look like the air conditioning vent had been removed. She flicked on the light. There was something on the showerhead. She looked on the shower floor. There was a faint black mark – like someone had burnt something. She stood up and looked at the showerhead closely. There was soot residue on it.
"Detective Goren, someone has burned something in here,' she yelled. Goren was having fun checking under the table for evidence. He looked up at Eames, his expression saying 'do I have to go'. Eames nodded. He got up and checked on her. He looked at the soot.
"What do you think Detective Armelle?" he asked. She looked surprised that he'd even ask her opinion.
"Well I think it could be the missing page from the report. Maybe it contained some revealing information," she concluded. Goren nodded.
"Ok, so someone came in here, killed her and burned part of the report. Why not all of it?" he asked.
"What's in the report in the first place?" she said quickly. He stood a moment.
"I don't know. I'll have a look," he said as he went and got it from Eames. He came back skimming through the pages.
"Ok. Bottom of page six says 'my studies of feminism in the 21st century were then suddenly halted when I had some strong opposition in my career and lifestyle choices. After speaking with this person, I found out a rather horrible secret that she'd kept hidden all these years'. Then it stops. Page 9 goes on to say 'after typing this report I hope the correct authorities will be alerted of these acts of crime and their culprit caught', and so on and so forth," Goren said and shut the folder.
"Well that's it. Whoever it was found out about the report and their dirty little secret would be revealed. So they came in, killed her and burned the evidence," she said. Goren was speechless. All her theories made sense, and she was quick in her thinking. His thoughts were broken when a woman was heard yelling at Eames.
"That's my daughter's! Put it down," she yelled angrily.
"Ma'am we need to look for evidence. If you'd just like to go to the police station we'll see you there," Eames tried to calm her. Goren rushed out to help.
"I'm Detective Goren. We're trying to find who murdered your daughter, and your co-operation would be much appreciated," he said. She looked at him snobbishly.
"I don't care who you are. Get out of here," she said. Armelle saw the woman's reflection in the bathroom mirror. She was short, stubby and silver haired. She wore diamonds and fur. Definitely a rich woman. She was about to walk out when something shiny caught her eye. She kneeled down and picked it up with her tweezers. She held it up to the light and found it was a diamond with blood on the flat part. She looked back at the woman's reflection. She smiled to herself slightly, then bagged the diamond, hid it in her coat pocket and walked out casually.
Elliot stood in the corner panicking. This woman was scary, and when she caught sight of Armelle, she hit the roof.
"What is this? Dress up and play cop day? How many more school children are playing cops and robbers? This is my daughter's death we are dealing with!" she yelled. Armelle leaned into her hip, unfazed by the women's outburst. Instead she casually walked up and inspected the diamond necklace.
"Wow, they are gorgeous! I'm a lover of diamonds myself," she said, hoping to get on the woman's good side. A little tip she picked up from a certain master psychology detective. "Tiffany, right?" she said. The woman smiled.
"Well, yes. Well, I'm glad someone enjoys the finer things in life," she said. Armelle looked even closed.
"Oh, one is missing," she pointed out. The woman's face went red.
"Yes. Unfortunately they dropped into water and got wrecked," she covered. Armelle nodded.
"So you've had them cleaned since you murdered Belle then?" she accused. Goren looked at Eames alarmed. He was about to move when Armelle pulled out the bloodied diamond from her pocket. "So you burned the evidence, then while you were washing away the ashes it dropped. You picked it up and put it back on, but didn't notice a stone had fallen out onto the floor. You got the rest of the blood cleaned off, but missed that one. Oh, and look," she said as she held it up to the necklace. "A perfect match," she said. The woman's face went red.
"Yeah, well it's not my fault she had to go digging is it?" she yelled. Armelle smiled. Eames cuffed her and took her to the police car. Goren put his arm around his student.
"Wow. How did you do that?" he asked. She shrugged.
"I just have good eyesight," she said. She looked back at Elliot, who was still in the corner processing the events. She walked over to him.
"It's ok. The big bad wolf has gone," she joked. He smiled and followed her outside.
"And I thought I was the smart one," he said to her. Armelle smiled.
"You are smart," she said, shoving her hands in her pockets, and walking to the nearest café with Goren for hot drinks.