Hi again, I have written a new chapter, yay! Not...
A/N: I'm not good at descriptions so I did something else... You'll see as you go through the story. Oh yeah, and um this chapter is long so I apologize! =/
P.S., I am making two alternative endings. One sokeru and one daiora, so I'm going to take a vote in which chapter I will write first. After you put your review, skip a line and put your favorite color if you vote for sokeru. If you want me to write a daiora first, put your favorite movie. Thanks! ;D
Also, I am moving right now so the next chapter might take a while to write since I am moving. AND there's lots of cussing because they're all on PMS or something. Anyways, on to the disclaimer! Izzy, would you do the honor?
Izzy: When are you going to put me in the story?
Authoress: Uh, nevermind then...Digimon does not belong to me, and as I said in the beginning chapter-
Izzy: When are you going to put me in the story?!
Authoress: I totally ripped off an episode of Law & Order: SVU, so don't kill me!
Izzy: Grumbles.
Sora: Pops in. Sokeru
and daiora?! Since when?!
Authoress: Reviews are awesome, I guess?
I don't really expect them but that would be cool if I had some.
Izzy and Sora: Hello?!
Authoress: ONTO THE STORY!
Izzy and Sora: STOP IGNORING US!
Sora walked into her office and looked around quickly before locking the door. She walked over to her desk which had a digital lock in each drawer. Putting on some rubber gloves that were on her desk, she punched in her code and opened one drawer. She then took out a folder which was labeled "Case 198284."
It was her notes from the Matt murder/TK attempted murder and rape case. She looked over through the notes.
FACTS
Exhibit A: Yamato Ishida's body.
a) Blonde hair
b) Blue eyes
c) 5'9
d) Age 24
e) Shot twice in the back
f) Slit in the throat postmortem
g) New information/evidence pending
Crime Scene: Inside house
a) Blood stains on the ground from living room to dining room made by victim Yamato Ishida's shoes
b) Blood spatter on the walls in the dining room from gun (25 caliber)
c) Blood smears on the ground from dining room to outdoors made by victim Yamato Ishida's crawling outside
d) Skin cells and a strand of hair found on floor, unknown. Information pending
e) Three blood types confirmed on living room floor, one victim Yamato Ishida's, one second victim Takeru Takaishi, third unknown. Information pending
f) Room in array, indicating a struggle
g) New information/evidence pending
Crime Scene 2: Yard
a) Blood smears on grass from victim Yamato Ishida's shoes from floor mat to the middle of the yard.
b) Victim Yamato Ishida collapsed and died on Monday, November 24th at around 8 A.M.
Sora sighed, shaking her head, skipping over some parts.
Exhibit B: Victim 2 Takeru Takaishi
a) Brother of victim 1 Yamato Ishida
b) Blonde hair
c) Blue eyes
d) 5'8
e) Age 22
f) Shot once in the leg
g) Under the influence of MDMA, cocaine, and GHB
h) Semen on body unknown. Information pending
i) New information/evidence pending
She shook her head and skipped the rest of her notes, because she had read it over and over already. Sora still couldn't believe that TK, the most likely to become a basketball player or something healthy of the sort would grow up to be a druggie, and get himself in a situation like this. Sora took out her pen and started scribbling on the empty spaces of the paper, under 'thoughts'. It was like her diary, no one ever read it, and it was filled with mostly thoughts about the case.
THOUGHTS
I still am trying to get over the fact that Matt is dead. I should have kept in contact with him, and especially TK. He must be taking this really hard. Scratch that-He IS taking this really hard. He hasn't cooperated with any other detectives besides Davis and I, and he still doesn't know who we really are. I can't stand lying to him, but I guess I'm just doing what he did to us. Davis had been working hard on this case... and it's really sweet of him to do this since I haven't been working quite so well lately. I love him (as my friend and partner) so much for that, but what bothers me is that he hasn't cried or shown sadness about the case AT ALL. Doesn't this bother him as much as it bothers me? Sometimes I can't help but think that Davis is glad that TK's dead. After all, they had been rivals when they were preteens. That thought has been plaguing me since the beginning of the case...But then again, how would I know? I didn't spend as much time with them when they were that age as much as I spent time with Tai and Izzy. I should have spent more time with Matt, but he seemed so busy with the band that I didn't want to interfere. In fact, I don't remember spending much time with Matt at all. I just remember giving him cookies at a concert.
Anyways, back to TK. I also found out is that he has a record! He has been arrested three times for possession of illegal drugs, and once for driving under the influence of alcohol. It's a whole different TK. I wonder what happened to him... but I WILL find out. I'm going to stop the bastard who did this before he tries to do it again, no matter how hard I have to work or how much shit I have to put out before I do.
As she continued writing, Davis slowly strolled past her office. He peeked through her small window and saw her frantically scribbling on a piece of paper. She was probably writing in that damn journal about the cases again. Sora did that too much, but hell, Davis did too. At the beginning of his job, the lieutenant had told all the detectives it would help them if they had a journal about the case...He said that it would help them continuously think about the case.
He had despised it for the next couple of cases, but he got used to it and started liking it. When he documented all the information of the cases and read it over, it just made him so pissed off at the offender that he worked double shifts to try and figure out what happened at the crime scene. Davis didn't know this, but everyone else did.
Davis sighed and continued on his way onto his office thinking about his partner. Lately, Sora's been a bit... off. She has been secluding herself in her room more, and locking the door, which she NEVER did before. He wondered if the case was literally driving her mental and asked himself if he should gather up the guts to ask the lieutenant if the case could be reassigned to some other detectives.
No. He couldn't. He wanted to solve this case himself, and he had to be strong in doing in. One of them had to hold their own during this case. Sora wasn't doing a very good job, at times he caught her sniffing or blowing her nose, or crying in her office (with the door locked of course). The other detectives figured it was female hormones or PMS but Davis knew better. The case WAS literally driving her insane, and he had just come to that conclusion.
He walked into his office and sat down on the chair behind the desk, taking out HIS case journal and flipping to the part where the case of Matt's murder and TK's attempted murder/rape. He pulled out a pen from his pocket and started writing also.
THOUGHTS
I've gone through all the notes and I finally figured what to do. Wait until the DNA results come back! It's been two weeks and they haven't sent them yet. The traces of MDMA (Ecstasy) were pretty significant. There was a whole shit load, even before the attempted murder and rape. I wonder why TK would need that much ecstasy. Hasn't he heard of Viagra? Good thing his HIV/AIDS test came out negative. I was expecting the worst, while Sora, on the other hand, was expecting the best. She was thinking that someone had been forcing him to take that much MDMA, but I seriously doubt it. I could tell the moment I walked into that hospital wing that he was in trouble before that day. His eyes were so full of sadness and hopelessness. Whatever happened to the Boy of Hope, TK?
I've talked to him along with Sora for at least an hour every day. I also suspect that Sora has been going to talk to him without me, and the reason why I'm pointing this out is because it bothers me. Partners are here for you, and maybe I should remind that to her. I mean I love her as she is, she's my partner and friend, but this whole TK case has got her annoying the fucking crap out of me. She's more moody and insults me more than she usually does.
Did that last entry feel bitchy or what? Am I turning into Sora now?! Ugh, well I guess that this case is bugging me more than anyone thinks. Well, I better go visit TK now. (Oh, and did I mention he's still in the hospital?) And maybe, just maybe, I'll call Kari...
"Motimoya!" The lieutenant said, barging into Davis's room. "Yes, lieutenant?" Davis said, putting down his pen. "Why didn't you pick up the new evidence from the Bart Jensen case a week ago?" the lieutenant asked, anger in his voice.
'Sora was supposed to pick that up,' he thought. "Oh fuck! I forgot!" Davis said, scratching his head. "Sorry, sir, I'll be sure to pick that up later."
"You're too late Motimoya. That evidence was stolen, right out of the M.E's office yesterday," L.T. said. Davis paled. The TK/Matt case had been distracting him and Sora so much that he completely forgot about all the other cases they had on hold. "Isn't that evidence copied though, just in case?" Davis asked.
"Yes, but that's not the case Motimoya. The case is, whoever stole that file, now knows as much as we do, and that could be used to his or her advantage. And another thing, Motimoya. You have been slacking off on all the other cases, haven't been doing any other leads. You're slipping fast, and you better pick up the pace before your ass is out in the unemployment line," the lieutenant said, walking out of his office. Davis just stared at the door and sighed. He put away his notebook and started to walk over to Sora's office.
TK glared at the nurse who was setting his food in front of her. His leg still hurt like shit but at least he could walk, or so his doctor says. "Fuck this shit," he mumbled. The nurse glanced at him and bowed before exiting. "Stupid Americans are so stereotypical," TK muttered, looking down at his food. 'Crap, crap, oh look, crap of the day,' he thought bitterly.
He didn't feel hungry so he just started drinking one can of apple juice amongst ten cans of different flavored juice and soda that the doctor continued to bring in daily. It made TK pee a lot, but he didn't care. He just wanted to get that foul taste out of his mouth. The guy had made him put his penis in his mouth.
Holy fucking damn. 'If I wasn't so drugged,' TK thought angrily, continuing to gulp down the apple juice, 'I would have kicked that fucker's ass.' He crushed the can in his hand, but it pierced his skin and he started bleeding a little bit. Though, TK didn't care. His anger started building up and he tried to get up, almost knocking the food tray out of his lap, but stopped when he felt the excruciating pain surge back into his leg. He growled and threw his can at the wall, stopping the tears that welled up into his eyes.
TK reached under his pillow and took out a notebook and a pen that he hid in his pillowcase. That was the only place he could hide it. The nurse touches everything except for his head. TK started writing on the notebook with the hand that still bled, getting a few drops on the paper.
Fuck this shit! No one listens to me, so I might as well tell you, you stupid piece of paper. You don't interrupt me, or stare at me like some other people do, and you don't question me. You're the only thing that listens to me without saying anything, and right now what I have to say is that I need to get out of here. Maybe tomorrow. I haven't gotten high for a while. I can't stand it. I –have- to get high again. I –have- to see him again. I might as well take that fucking wheelchair in that damn closet and roll out of the hospital with it, since these people are doing a FANTASTIC job in finding out the person who fucking did this. The goddamn geekass bastards from this hospital have just been blabbing to me about my blood and how it has significant traces of blah, blah, blah in it. Isn't there some sort of fucking law that doesn't allow them to look at my blood? Fuck the law!
Speaking of fucking the law, did I mention that there's these two fucking detectives that keep visiting me? One has this really annoying face, his name's Detective Gill. He keeps on staring at me like he wants to fucking get together. I should tell him that I'm not gay. The other one seems like she could be the female Mr. Rogers. She has this red hair that reminds me of something from long ago, but I don't remember.
Her name is Detective Onell. She keeps repeating that she can trust me and shit, but I know better. Detectives tell other detectives everything and then it turns into a trial. I know; I've been down that damn road, unlike brother dearest, Matt. This is all probably his fucking fault. He's the one who probably caused all this to fucking happen. He goes all up in my business and look where he ends up, DEAD. Fuck you brother! You should have stayed away!
He stopped himself before he continued writing, not realizing how hateful he just sounded writing down about someone, the only person who tried to help him in that period of time. TK stuffed the notebook and pen back where they were before and buried his head in his hands. It was then, in this time, for the longest time, that he cried.