New Girl in Town
As Brass approached Nick and Sara he thought he saw a shadowy figure walk around the corner. He did a double take, but the figure had disappeared. He was in too big of a hurry though to chase after a shadow, if there even was a shadow to chase. He had to pick up a new detective on the way to the scene, so he was running late. He was skeptical about this new woman detective. She seemed too pretty and aloof for this kind of work. Nick was searching through some trash cans for any sign of evidence when Brass and the new detective walked up behind them.
"Nicky, what's going on here?"
Nick jumped at the sound of Brass's voice. He spun around and fell backwards. After getting up and dusting himself off he glared at Brass.
"Jesus, are you trying to give me a heart attack? You should never sneak up on someone at a crime scene."
The new detective chuckled at Nick's nervousness. Nick was annoyed at first, but one look into the baby blue eyes that studied him and he forgot about his embarrassment. She was beautiful, blond hair, perfect bone structure, porcelian skin. Nick couldn't help but stare.
"Nick Stokes, meet the latest addition to the squad, Detective Kate Lockley. Kate, Nick was just promoted to Lead CSI."
"Congratulations, Mr. Stokes."
"No, Nick is fine. Thank you, Detective Lockley. So, um, where are you from?"
Kate was a little uncomfortable at the question. She had spent the last few years running from her rather bizarre past, she didn't like questions.
"I've been living in Minnesota, but didn't really care for the weather," she answered curtly. Realizing she may have come off as rude, she quickly added. "You can call me Kate."
Brass wasn't listening to Kate and Nick anymore, he was surveying the crime scene. It was just like the others. No clues, no mess, just a dead body with two puncture holes in the neck.
"Okay well I hate to be a slave driver, but what are we dealing with here?"
"Same as the other two this week. No blood or spatter or anything. Whoever this guy is, he's efficient and neat. I think it's a dump job, but Sara doesn't see any evidence to support that theory."
Brass looked around for Sara.
"Hey, where is Miss Sidle anyways?"
"She's over…" Nick pauses after not spotting Sara outside the bar. "Well she was over by that bar a minute ago, now who knows?"
Nick just shook his head, Brass could sense was Nick was feeling.
"I'll go over there and she if maybe she's found something."
Brass headed towards the bar, leaving Nick and Kate to work the scene. Sure enough, Brass walked in and saw Sara standing near the bar. There was a shot glass of clear liquid in front of her. Sara was startled to hear a gruff, familiar voice behind her.
"Ah, vodka, good choice, odorless, no one will know"
"Brass, what are you doing here?"
"Saving your ass," Brass motioned to the glass.
"Hey, that's not mine! My ass doesn't need saving either!"
"Right, right. So found anything out yet?" He wanted to add, or are you too busy throwing your career down the bottle? But he didn't need her getting pissed at him. So far he was the only one she trusted.
"No one saw anything." Sara ignored Brass's accusation. "Look, this is pointless, no evidence, no witnesses, these are going to become cold cases."
"That's the spirit." Brass replied dryly. "Come on, let's talk to a few more people."
The entire squad was aware the Sara had a drinking problem. It was actually starting to affect her work, or maybe it was the other way around, her work was affecting her problem. Sara had developed her problem in college. She spent many a weekend partying to escape the pressures of her intense classes. But when her grades started to suffer a kind instructor convinced her to seek treatment. Sara learned to control her alcohol problem, until she fell in love and was subsequently rejected. Losing the promotion to Nick was just the straw that broke the camel's back. At least the booze took the sting out of it. Unfortunately it was getting increasingly harder to hide her problem from her co-workers. Brass especially since he knew a little about "self-medicating" as he put it.
Back at the scene Nick couldn't help but notice the way Kate stared at the small holes in the victims neck. His voice snapped her back to reality.
"It's probably just some whacked out kid who's watched a few too many vampire movies."
"Sure, sure it is." Kate answered. But she was thinking something much different. You poor, naïve fool, if you only saw half of what I did in L.A. you would be just as frightened as I am.
"Well, here comes David for the body. He's one of our coroners."
Then a horrifying thought entered Kate's mind. What if this victim had been sired?
"Um, Nick, what will happen to the body?"
"It will be autopsied, of course."
"And the heart?"
"Removed and weighed. Are you sure you're a detective? I mean you have worked murder cases before right?"
"I've seen more then you can ever even imagine!" Kate snapped. I've seen my father killed by a vampire, my friends tortured by an evil law firm, I've fallen in love with demon. It's more then anyone should have to take.
"Okay, okay, it's just that you're acting so weird. Hey David, how's your night going?"
"Unfortunately very busy. This is my third db tonight. How's your night going?"
"Another vampire killing. Better get your holy water out." Nick and David chuckled softly.
"Was that supposed to be funny?" Kate snapped as she stared at Nick. Nick was really starting to get concerned about this new detective. She seemed a little sensitive.
"Um, David, this is Detective Lockley."
"Pleasure to meet you." David said with his head down as he knelt next to the body. This lady scared him.
Kate didn't say anything else. She just watched David take the liver temp, wanting to grab the thermometer and stake the victim's heart. To be sure that this man would not rise again in demon form. If only she knew for sure. If only Angel was here….
As Brass approached Nick and Sara he thought he saw a shadowy figure walk around the corner. He did a double take, but the figure had disappeared. He was in too big of a hurry though to chase after a shadow, if there even was a shadow to chase. He had to pick up a new detective on the way to the scene, so he was running late. He was skeptical about this new woman detective. She seemed too pretty and aloof for this kind of work. Nick was searching through some trash cans for any sign of evidence when Brass and the new detective walked up behind them.
"Nicky, what's going on here?"
Nick jumped at the sound of Brass's voice. He spun around and fell backwards. After getting up and dusting himself off he glared at Brass.
"Jesus, are you trying to give me a heart attack? You should never sneak up on someone at a crime scene."
The new detective chuckled at Nick's nervousness. Nick was annoyed at first, but one look into the baby blue eyes that studied him and he forgot about his embarrassment. She was beautiful, blond hair, perfect bone structure, porcelian skin. Nick couldn't help but stare.
"Nick Stokes, meet the latest addition to the squad, Detective Kate Lockley. Kate, Nick was just promoted to Lead CSI."
"Congratulations, Mr. Stokes."
"No, Nick is fine. Thank you, Detective Lockley. So, um, where are you from?"
Kate was a little uncomfortable at the question. She had spent the last few years running from her rather bizarre past, she didn't like questions.
"I've been living in Minnesota, but didn't really care for the weather," she answered curtly. Realizing she may have come off as rude, she quickly added. "You can call me Kate."
Brass wasn't listening to Kate and Nick anymore, he was surveying the crime scene. It was just like the others. No clues, no mess, just a dead body with two puncture holes in the neck.
"Okay well I hate to be a slave driver, but what are we dealing with here?"
"Same as the other two this week. No blood or spatter or anything. Whoever this guy is, he's efficient and neat. I think it's a dump job, but Sara doesn't see any evidence to support that theory."
Brass looked around for Sara.
"Hey, where is Miss Sidle anyways?"
"She's over…" Nick pauses after not spotting Sara outside the bar. "Well she was over by that bar a minute ago, now who knows?"
Nick just shook his head, Brass could sense was Nick was feeling.
"I'll go over there and she if maybe she's found something."
Brass headed towards the bar, leaving Nick and Kate to work the scene. Sure enough, Brass walked in and saw Sara standing near the bar. There was a shot glass of clear liquid in front of her. Sara was startled to hear a gruff, familiar voice behind her.
"Ah, vodka, good choice, odorless, no one will know"
"Brass, what are you doing here?"
"Saving your ass," Brass motioned to the glass.
"Hey, that's not mine! My ass doesn't need saving either!"
"Right, right. So found anything out yet?" He wanted to add, or are you too busy throwing your career down the bottle? But he didn't need her getting pissed at him. So far he was the only one she trusted.
"No one saw anything." Sara ignored Brass's accusation. "Look, this is pointless, no evidence, no witnesses, these are going to become cold cases."
"That's the spirit." Brass replied dryly. "Come on, let's talk to a few more people."
The entire squad was aware the Sara had a drinking problem. It was actually starting to affect her work, or maybe it was the other way around, her work was affecting her problem. Sara had developed her problem in college. She spent many a weekend partying to escape the pressures of her intense classes. But when her grades started to suffer a kind instructor convinced her to seek treatment. Sara learned to control her alcohol problem, until she fell in love and was subsequently rejected. Losing the promotion to Nick was just the straw that broke the camel's back. At least the booze took the sting out of it. Unfortunately it was getting increasingly harder to hide her problem from her co-workers. Brass especially since he knew a little about "self-medicating" as he put it.
Back at the scene Nick couldn't help but notice the way Kate stared at the small holes in the victims neck. His voice snapped her back to reality.
"It's probably just some whacked out kid who's watched a few too many vampire movies."
"Sure, sure it is." Kate answered. But she was thinking something much different. You poor, naïve fool, if you only saw half of what I did in L.A. you would be just as frightened as I am.
"Well, here comes David for the body. He's one of our coroners."
Then a horrifying thought entered Kate's mind. What if this victim had been sired?
"Um, Nick, what will happen to the body?"
"It will be autopsied, of course."
"And the heart?"
"Removed and weighed. Are you sure you're a detective? I mean you have worked murder cases before right?"
"I've seen more then you can ever even imagine!" Kate snapped. I've seen my father killed by a vampire, my friends tortured by an evil law firm, I've fallen in love with demon. It's more then anyone should have to take.
"Okay, okay, it's just that you're acting so weird. Hey David, how's your night going?"
"Unfortunately very busy. This is my third db tonight. How's your night going?"
"Another vampire killing. Better get your holy water out." Nick and David chuckled softly.
"Was that supposed to be funny?" Kate snapped as she stared at Nick. Nick was really starting to get concerned about this new detective. She seemed a little sensitive.
"Um, David, this is Detective Lockley."
"Pleasure to meet you." David said with his head down as he knelt next to the body. This lady scared him.
Kate didn't say anything else. She just watched David take the liver temp, wanting to grab the thermometer and stake the victim's heart. To be sure that this man would not rise again in demon form. If only she knew for sure. If only Angel was here….