Title: The Twelve Days of Christmas.
Author: Dana-Maru1
Summary: The team investigate a series of murders in the twelve days till Christmas...
Disclaimer: Sue, Jack and anyone else you may recognize are not mine. But thanks Pax for letting us borrow them from time to time...
Friday morning dawned brightly, but cold. Jack entered the bullpen last, failing to stifle a yawn. Obviously, he wasn't the only one have trouble sleeping though. Myles had bags under his eyes, D too. Tara and Bobby were falling asleep at their desks. And the usual sign language conversation between Sue and Lucy wasn't as animated. Trying to repress a second yawn, Jack sat at his desk and pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes. As Bobby had informed Jack the second he entered the bullpen, SOG hadn't seen any sign of Marshall the whole night they'd camped outside the house. And confirming Jack's thoughts that he'd been out on a 'hunt' while the team were ransacking his kitchen cupboards, Ted Garrett brought the news of their tenth victim.
"Michelle Riddell, nineteen-year-old single mother of a one-year-old son was killed last night at approximately 10pm." Jack informed the team once he'd skimmed the case notes and passed them on to Sue, who continued.
"To make ends meet she had an evening job teaching local kids to dance at the community center. She was on her way out of the center when she was killed. Same MO again with ten stab wounds."
"Lucy have you come up with any Lords yet?" Jack sighed.
"Not a one." She replied "what did you want that for anyway?"
"Just a hunch." He shrugged.
After spending most of the day trying to find witnesses and connections to each victim, the team were all back in the bullpen, scrutinizing the case files. The lamp on Sue's desk gave off a flickering glow, signaling that her desk phone was ringing and she picked it up.
"Sue Thomas... Thanks... We'll be on our way."
They heard her say, waiting for her to hang up and fill them in on the rest of the conversation.
"That was Thomas Ritchie with SOG, he said they've got Marshall in sight. He's watching some kid playing drums in his garage."
"Well what are we waiting for? Let's go!" Jack said.
Grabbing their coats, all of them - excluding Lucy - rushed out of the building.