Chapter 5 – Love thy neighbour

Detective Don flack walked down the hallway towards the interview room straightening the collar of his rather impressive leather jacket as he did so. He was on his way to interview the man whose hair had been found on George McNamara's body.

'This was spose to be Danny's job' Flack whinged internally, he had a mountain of paperwork on his desk which he had been mentally prepared to start scaling. But he wasn't actually to annoyed paper work could wait, and Danny definitely could do with an early night.

He looked at the memo he had been sent by Mac, the guy waiting for him was called, Mitchell Jones. Apparently he had come in without a fuss, which tended to be a good sign. But then again some of these psychopaths enjoyed messing with the police face to face so it in actual fact proved nothing.

He grabbed hold of the door handle and pushed the plain brown door inwards, suddenly the set of eyes from inside the room fixed with his. Naturally being a cop Flack immediately began to evaluate the man sitting in front of him. He was slim, tall and young, much like the victim flack thought. He was wearing a black polo top and jeans; his hair was in a modern sharp style. He looked to be a bit of a heartbreaker thought flack.

"Do you know why you are here Mr. Jones?" Flack asked as he sat down in the chair across from his current interviewee.

"All I was told, it that I was needed to come down to the station in relation to a murder investigation. May I ask who the victim is?" Mitchell replied almost shyly

"The victim is George McNamara name mean anything to you?" Flack noticed to his surprise that the young mans eyes has started to shine almost as if he was trying not to cry.

"When was he killed?" Mitchell asked his voice tremulous

"His body was found in the early hours of the morning, and we believe the murder took place between the hours of 12 am and 2am. What is your relation to Mr. McNamara?" Flack asked clearly still a bit thrown by the younger mans reaction.

"We has been in a relationship together, he's my Ex." Mitchell said flatly whilst having seemingly found the floor extremely engaging.

"How long ago did this relationship end?" Flack asked taking in every drop of information Mitchell was giving

"He broke up with me last night!" Mitchell said his voice breaking

"So that was the last time you saw him?" Flack asked

"Yeah he said to meet him by the sea at ten o'clock, I knew where he meant it's a little sandy beach we had our first date on." Mitchell said his voice laden with passionate emotions

Flack then made the connection the sand on Georges feet had probably come from this meeting on the beach, so Mitchell's story so far added up. "Go on." Flack said in a gently persuading voice.

"And he told me that he had met a girl he liked, and he had told her about his sexual past and was ok with it, and he was thinking of asking her to marry him." Mitchell replied his voice conveying the emotional hurt that this had caused him.

"I take that this didn't go down to well with you." Flack said

"He wanted me to be happy for him, that he had found true love. But that man broke my heart I've never felt so crushed before." Mitchell said his eyes still shining with unshed tears.

"Did you feel the need for revenge for the way George had treated you?" Flack asked almost accusingly

"I'm sorry you think I killed George, that's an impossibility no matter how much that man hurt me I still loved him. And besides after I stormed off when George told me his fantastic news." Mitchell said highly sarcastically "I went straight to my local bar which is owned by a friend of mine got blind drunk and woke up in his spare room in the apartment which he owns above." Mitchell stated, "Where exactly was George found?" Mitchell asked his tone turning sombre again.

"In an apartment in Manhattan, he seemed to be involved with heroine, do you know anything about this." Flack responded inquisitively

"George had a problem, I'd managed to get clean and he never could. I knew all about his little den, I followed him there once or twice. He'd generally go and shoot up if we had a row, I understood he couldn't help it that's why I stayed with him, that's why I would put up with his mood swings!" Mitchell said angrily

"Did you know of Georges girlfriend before last night Mitchell?" Flack probed

"No it was the first I heard of it he wouldn't even give me the common courtesy of telling me her name." Mitchell replied his eye once again fixed on the floor.

"Ok well I think we're done here, we'll hold you just until your alibi is checked and then you're free to go, but don't go on holiday or anything as we may need ask you some further questions." Said Flack kindly

"Sure." Mitchell said sadly his mind clearly on other things.

Flack got up and walked to the door, he exited the interview room and gave a nod to the cops that were waiting to escort Mitchell away. Suddenly his mobile phone rang.

"Flack." He said tiredly, it had just hit him that he had been up since 2:30 this morning and it was getting on for 6:00pm.

"Hey its Mac Taylor wondered if you got anything interesting from Mitchell Jones." The familiar voice on the other end stated

"Well it turns out that Mitchell was Georges former boyfriend." Flack said in his usual gossipy tone. "And the night before they broke up against Mitchell's wishes."

"So you're thinking motive." Mac said clearly deeply interested

"Actually not so much he has an alibi which we are checking out at the moment, and he seemed pretty cut up about George being dead, but I mean his fingerprints weren't on the murder weapon or for that matter anywhere in that apartment. And he said he and George met on a beach that's where they broke up so the sand on our vics feet fits the story." Flack concluded

"Ah the plot thickens." Mac replied trying his best to inject some humour into a case that was becoming more and more complicated. "Ok thanks Flack for filling in for Danny, I'll let you know of any developments on this end."

"Ok Mac bye." Flack said just before the line went dead. He headed to the break room to procure the 5th large black coffee he has ingested that day. 'This much caffeine just can't be healthy' he thought to himself.


As soon as Mac hung up he heard an English female voice ring out behind him

"Detective Taylor!" It said loudly but kindly

Mac turned around and was greeted by Jane parsons

"Hey have you got me those epithelials back yet." Mac asked in a business like tone

"Indeed I have, but no match in CODIS." Jane said shortly

"So why have you come to find me." Mac asked a puzzled smile playing across his lips. These damn DNA techs sure enjoyed making you think they'd found nothing then throw a big old juicy bone of evidence at you when you were about to walk away, Mac played along. He had to admit he enjoyed the tension.

"Well what I did find is that the DNA from your epithelials belongs to a relation of our victim." Jane said with a pleased grin on her lips.

Mac looked at her in amazement "Now that is interesting." Mac said still surprised by this revelation.

"I thought you'd think that." Jane replied in a flirty tone

"Well I better and go and figure out how interesting this actually is." Mac shot back in his best playful voice.

She handed him the folders with the DNA sample information in it

"Thank you." He said before he turned and headed off down the corridor. It looked as if the two other members of the Wilcox family may have some explaining to do.


Mac got word that uniform had just brought in Mia Wilcox's father for the second time but were unable to locate Simon Wilcox. For some reason the absence of the victims brother did not sit well with Mac, but couldn't pin the reason for this feeling down. So swallowing the sense of dread that had built up inside him he entered the interview room for the second time that day to see the face of a very pissed off Mr. Wilcox staring purposefully in his direction.

"Why am I stuck in here again?" Mr Wilcox asked angrily

"Well because we found DNA on your daughter from the attacker." Mac stated truthfully deliberately leaving out other details to gauge the reaction of the man in front of him.

"Well as pleased as I am to hear that you can tell who the heathen who committed this crime is but I still can't put up with being dragged down here twice in one day for something that couldn't be asked or said over the phone." Mr Wilcox replied coldly

"No reason you say, hmmmmm well you see Mr. Wilcox the DNA found on your daughter was analysed and it was found to come from someone closely related to her." Mac retorted

"I'm sorry are you implying either my son or I killed her." Mr Wilcox said his temper rising

"I'm afraid this is way beyond implying, I can prove that either you or your son killed Mia." Mac said seriously

Mac watched Mr Wilcox shift uncomfortably in his chair, 'was he doubting something in himself' Mac questioned internally. For a man who had such a strong barrier of faith and rudeness to suddenly let that fall away and show that he had indeed been shaken by something was quite a big indicator of something, well at least that's what Mac thought.

"I have no doubt in my mind that my son nor I would be capable of such as thing." Mr. Wilcox said his voice lacking the conviction it had earlier.

"Well I'm afraid I have reasonable doubt, so if you would be kind enough to give us a mouth swab we can narrow down our suspects to the actual killer." Mac said coldly

"Take what you want from me it will prove nothing as there is nothing to prove." Mr. Wilcox said seemingly trying to convince himself and Mac that what he was saying was correct.

Mac took the sample from Mr. Wilcox with no trouble at all.

Then suddenly a thought sprang to his mind did Mr. Wilcox's dislike of his daughters boyfriend have more to do with his sexuality than his drug habit.

"Mr Wilcox one last question, did you're daughter ever mention to you the fact that her boyfriend had taken part in homosexual relationships?" Mac asked craftily

Mr. Wilcox turned a funny colour as soon as the word 'homosexual' was mentioned and he gasped.

"No of course I didn't know other wise I would have done more to stop her contact with him, I have never been so disgusted in my life!" Mr. Wilcox said

Mac was not the least bit surprised by this reaction he could tell that Mr. Wilcox was someone who used they're faith to hide they're bigotry. It was people like this that gave everything a bad name be it religion or politics people used 'working for a higher power or goals not they're own' to hide they're own unacceptable views.

"Am I right in thinking that your son would feel the same way about Mr. McNamara's sexual history?" Mac asked

"I am sure that he would, he knows the difference between right and wrong. And Georges lifestyle was definitely the latter." Mr. Wilcox said in a patronising tone.

"Hmmm well unfortunately for you and your son I have a feeling that most real Christians respect other peoples way of life and so does the law. So if you or your son have decided to act upon your feelings of right and wrong, I'm afraid it may have been a big mistake!" And with that Mac got up and left the room.

Mac made his way back to his office where he came across Stella waiting to speak to him.

"Hey stranger long time no-see." Joked Stella

"Indeed." Mac said still deep in thought about his current case

"Whats up then you seem a bit pensive to say the least." Stella said with a knowing grin plastered across her features. Stella could always tell when Mac was busy figuring out how a new bit of evidence fitted into the overall picture.

"Well it seems that our murderer, or at least Mia Wilcox's murderer is either her father of her brother. At the moment I see very little motive for it being that father because he knew nothing of McNamara's sexual orientation…"

Stella stopped him

"Pardon 'sexual orientation' I don't follow." Stella said questioningly

"Oh right sorry, it turns out McNamara had been involved in a homosexual relationship until just recently." Mac revealed "And due to the radical nature of the Wilcox's Christian beliefs I thought that this may provide I motive for the murder or murders." Mac explained

"Right I see what you're getting at there. Go on." Stella prompted

"Well you see Mr. Wilcox seemed to know nothing about this fact before I told him, and also he seemed to be very abhorred by the idea of committing a murder. Which I know means nothing but when compared to the son it is interesting to see." Mac said

Just then a call cam through to his office phone

"Taylor" Mac stated

"Ok right thank you I'll notify uniform immediately." Mac said his voice becoming more urgent. He placed the phone back on the receiver "That was DNA is seems that Simon Wilcox is our man."


Danny Messer lay sprawled on a cold concrete floor in the basement of an abandoned warehouse. His face pale and shimmering with a fevered sweat.

Slowly Danny became aware of his less than optimal surroundings; strange the last thing he remembered was heading home, so how had he ended up here on this cold concrete floor. Then it hit him.

"Crap." He spat hoarsely, his voice echoing how bad he was feeling "SIMON! SIMON ARE YOU THERE!" he shouted loudly he hoarse tone filled with urgency

"Quiet down Danny you're giving me a headache." Came a calm voice from one corner of the room

"Well I thought it's not fair for me to be the only one in incredible pain." Danny replied venomously.

"Well I'm surprised to hear that you're in pain, I haven't laid a finger on you." Simon said truthfully

Danny was slightly surprised at this because his body felt terrible he was cold yet hot his headache was now almost at an unbearable level of pain, what the hell was wrong with him. Ok this was officially the suckiest day of Danny Messer's life and that was saying something.

"I thought you looked kinda peaky actually, you best not be dying of natural causes on me, spoils the whole thing." Simon said without a hint of emotion in his voice.

"Well I apologise then." Replied Danny angrily, suddenly he was overcome by a wave of pain he winced and gasped for breath as he held both the sides of his head to try and ease the onslaught.

"Hey, HEY! what's up with you calm down before I make you calm down." Simon said with a slight tinge of anger in his voice

Danny felt a warm substance run down his top lip and a strange sensation in his nose, as the pain subsided he moved his had to understand what was going on, he brushed his top lip with his palm, 'it was wet'. He looked at his palm 'it was blood'.

"Well it looks as if you haven't got long between me and the cruelty of nature." Said Simon almost chuckling

Danny felt a huge weight deaden around his shoulders, Simon was right one way or another he was going to die soon if he didn't get the help he needed. "Why are you doing this Simon, the city doesn't accept ransom demands."

"Oh Danny I know that, I don't want a ransom because that would require me promising not to kill you and I don't intend to make any promises regarding you're well-being." Simon said walking over to where Danny lay

Danny felt so alone so lost, no one would notice he was gone for quite a while and even when they did would there be enough time and evidence to get to him in time? It all seemed so hopeless. He felt like crying, like screaming, he had never felt so vulnerable before so weak and helpless at the hands of another. He prayed that somehow someone would realise what had happened to him, and that they would be able to reach him. But in the back of his tired mind he felt a voice saying 'that is not going to happen'. He tried to squash it, tried to not listen to it but alas in his weakened state it had a greater hold on his conscious than he would have liked.

Simon watched his captives face; he could see the realisation of hopelessness dawning in the clear blue eyes of the man lying prone before him. "I'm glad you know there is no escape from this." Simon said

"Fuck you." Danny spat, 'wooo that was a lame comeback and a half' Danny thought miserably. Maybe it was the fact that Simon had said it out loud or that the feisty Danny had just come round from the chloroform induced haze. But a sudden wave of rebellion against the inevitable swept over the CSI. "Simon if I die you die to."


Aiden just got the strangest call from Flack, his voice sounded panicky which in itself was extremely unusual and she couldn't really make out what he was trying to say. In the end she had agreed to get Mac and Stella and meet him by his desk.

"What's all this about then?" Aiden said with a smile on her face, Stella and Mac were behind her and Flack had his back to them. He was on the phone

"Ok you're sure you haven't seen him, right thanks anyway bye." Flack hung up the phone and turned to meet his audience.

The mood in the other three changed as soon as they saw Flacks distraught and pale face.

"What's going on?" Mac said seriously

Aiden smile literally wiped off her youthful face

"Ok I don't want you guys to panic but about 15mins ago lady came in to report something suspicious, apparently about 3hours previously she had witnessed an attack and only came to the police station on the advice of her roommate. It seems someone matching the description of Simon Wilcox grabbed a man wearing a suit, glasses and with blonde streaked hair not too far from here and put a rag which I assume had chloroform on it over his mouth, after which the victims passed out and was taken by the attacker." Flack explained "So thinking the worst I telephoned Danny's apartment building and asked the door man if he'd seen Danny today, the answer was only this morning on his way out. So I have decided to go get his key and check if he's at home thought you guys might want to ride along on this one." Flack said seriously

Aiden found it hard to take all this information in, but she knew she didn't like the sound of it one bit. She had heard from Mac that Danny had goaded Simon Wilcox a bit during an interview and now they had realised that Simon is probably they're killer Danny had been messing with a very dangerous man.

Mac Stella and Aiden all were silently, each wearing an extremely worried expression on they're face.

"Ok Flack let's hope you're wrong." Said Mac as they all silently followed the tall NYPD officer out to the car, which would take them to Danny's apartment.

THE END


Thank you again reviewers keep up the good work, sorry about the wait again but I'm doing my best lol.

Ok again another apology to anyone who is offended by the issue I am including in my fic, really no offence to any Christians or people of any sexuality. Really just part of the storyline nothing said is meant in a bad way.

And for people who have been offended I'm sorry I really am but being a Christian myself (yes I'm going to harp on about this again) I found nothing I have said to be particularly damaging to the Christian faith as it has been shown all along that these characters are extreme mists and not representative of the real Christian population.

Keep reading and reviewing and I hope I haven't put people off because of the issue brought up in this fic!

Also again grammar not my strong point so I hope it's readable

Till next time then--------- The search begins,