A:N: This is just out of fun and now that I have edited and re-edited about five or six times I am hoping all spelling errors have been corrected and that you will enjoy reading my story. R and R please no flames.

Missing

The light flashed brightly as the camera clicked indicating the photograph had been taken. The light flashed a second time, now illuminating the six corpses that were scattered across the dark room tinted red from the blood. Each victim had several bullet holes in their bodies. They weren't only men that had been killed, but there were also two women out of the six victims. None had been sexually assaulted from a first glance but that didn't mean it wasn't a possibility. The bodies were still warm, but the skin pale. They had been murdered recently. A little under an hour perhaps. The body temperatures read ninety seven-point nine. The pale skin was moist with dark red blood that had come from the bullet holes in the victims' bodies.

Something was different about one of the male victims though. He had been murdered in a different fashion. His throat had been slit. The cut ran almost ear to ear. Danny Messer knelt beside the body of the slit throat victim. The victim's body lay not even a foot away from the door. Messer looked over at Detective Mac Taylor who was kneeling beside another victim with a bullet hole to the head. "I'd be willing to bet this guy was our first victim."

"Why do you say that?"

He pointed to the throat. "There's only victim with the throat slit and he's the closest," He turned his body to indicate the door. "To the door. So the murderer comes in, grabs the first guy he sees and slits his throat. Then he pulls out a gun and shoots the rest of them."

Taylor thought about it for a moment. It sounded like a good layout plan. Unless there was two involved in the murders and not one. Another possibility was that a victim had killed the murderer with a knife and ran. He thought that a victim had been present because the police that received the call of the murders said that the person was crying and terrified when they spoke with him or her as well as the fact they couldn't find the person who had made the call. "Any bruising on the slit throat victim?"

Messer looked down at the victim. Finger marks from where the victim was grabbed on the back of the neck. "Something's weird. The victim has marks on the back of the neck. The murderer must have grabbed him from behind, but it he had to hold him for a while to have so much bruising. Maybe the murderer held this one hostage for a while."

Taylor looked down beside his victim. No bruises were present on his victim. Something else caught his eye though. A shoe print was in the blood. The murderer had been stupid enough to walk through the victims blood. Now they had a shoe size, with that they could possibly determine a height. But also, he flashed the light toward the direction the shoe prints went, a trail to wherever the murderer went. They led to a shut door that led into another bed room. There was still only the blood on the floor which then led into the hall.

Detective Don Flack walked into the room and looked down at the trail. He walked in from the way that the trail indicated the murderer had left. "The trail continues down the hall into another apartment." He informed them. "There are more bodies."

"Holy crap." Messer stated as he stood and looked over at Flack before he stepped out into the hall. About four or five rooms down were police sealing off the rest of the building. "Our boy's been busy."

"You have to take a look at one of the things we found." Flack told them with a slight sigh of concern. Taylor looked at him as he stood up when he sensed his concern in his voice. "We may have a problem."

Taylor and Messer followed Flack down the hallway into the room that was crawling with cops. They walked into the room. "Oh my god." Taylor muttered while he looked at the scene. The room had only two bodies. A woman and a man. Both were stringed up in little clothing and stabbed numerous times. From the head to the legs. The victims had been literally butchered alive."Our boy's been very busy."

"Yeah but that's not the thing that was surprising to me." Flack told them and he pointed to the ground, to one of the yellow cards with the numbers that indicated evidence. "Number seven."

Taylor knelt down to get a closer look at the evidence he had indicated at number seven. A New York Police Department Badge. And it wasn't a fake either. He looked up at Flack. "Has anyone identified who this belongs too?"

"No one's touched it." He told him as Taylor picked it up to examine it. "I wanted you to be the first to examine it." Blood was splattered across the front of the badge. Whether the blood was from the victims or the murderers, he wouldn't know until he sent it to DNA. He opened it carefully. All identification had been removed from the inside of it.

Taylor gave a sigh before he spoke. "Well we either on of two things. A dead or missing cop."

"You forgot number three Mac." Messer told him as he moved to retrieve a gun from the ground. "A killer cop."

Taylor looked around the floor. It was a clutter thrown items such as chairs and furniture and several papers that had been partially or completely burned. He saw what appeared to be half of a drivers license. He reached over and picked it up. It was a concealed weapons permeant. Only part of one though. He looked over at Messer who was looking for anything to id the badge that they had found. Taylor had placed the badge inside a bag to be sent back to the lab to get lifted for any prints. He looked back at the permeant for any signatures that were on it. He got part of one. All it read was Nata.

He looked up at Flack. "How many undercover cops are women?"

Flack shrugged at him. "Not too many why?"

"Because I have half a name." He told him. "And unless Nathan is being spelt without another a now then I have a concealed weapons permeant with the signature Natasha."

"I'll be taking that." A voice told him. Taylor stood up and looked at the man who had ordered him to hand over the evidence. "And you won't be looking for her."

"Hey Jacob." He knew the man as Jacob Hemm. He was the chief at the U.C department and not personally a good friend of the crime lab department. "I'm sorry but this is evidence in our crime scene. I can't give it to you."

"Yes, you can." He told him with a little more force than the last time. He was trying to cover something up and not doing a good job of it either."Because the woman who owns the permeant doesn't exist."

"She has too if you are so eager to get rid of the evidence." Messer broke in with a little annoyance. He didn't like Hemm much either. He was too arrogant for his own good in his opinion.

"Danny Messer." Hemm began with a look of disgust. "I'd watch out looking for any undercover cops, more than likely you'll confuse her with a perp and shoot her." Messer went to lash out at him but Flack grabbed hold of him and held him back. A couple of cops moved to help him and the rest grabbed Hemm who moved ready to take a swing as well. "Let him come at me the dirty son of a bitch!"

"Hey!" Flack began pushing him back away from him. "Knock it off." Messer finally nodded and he was released. He stood his hands curled into fists, he was still ready to lash out at him when he turned away and placed his hand to his face. Flack turned back to Hemm just as he was released by the police. "You can shut the hell up! You are going to let us do our jobs which means you get the hell out of our crime scene right now."

"Fine then." He snorted at him. He pointed to Taylor who stood beside Messer. "Don't go digging after that girl. And don't try to find her." With that final message he turned and walked out the door. Two cops followed him out.

Taylor looked at Messer and handed him the permeant to put into a bag. "Go digging."

Messer nodded, happy to do something that Hemm had told them especially not to do. He left with the permeant, leaving Taylor and Flack to go over the scene. Taylor looked to Flack when he was certain Messer was out of hearing range. "He said that Danny would confuse her with a perp."

"So she is still alive."

"Possibly." He told him with a sigh. "Do you know any women police who were killed within the last year?"

Flack thought for a moment. "Three that I know of. There could be more but the ones I know of are: Jannet Abes, Kendra Bracktor and Natasha Connors."

Taylor nodded to him. "The first part of that permeant started with Nata and we're looking for a Natasha." Flack nodded and looked back to the scene. "Natasha Connors was here, now the question is 'where is she now?'"

Taylor sat in his office for a few minutes upon his return. He had sent all the evidence off to be checked and he looked at his computer for some information on any funerals involving Natasha Collins.

At the same time Messer sat at the keyboard of a computer, searching the database for any Nata in the U.C department. He was unaware that Taylor had been told a name so he was searching nearly blind. Nothing so far had turned up but he hadn't been their for that long. Not even a half an hour since he had to drop off several things at DNA and to be analyzed for anything out of the ordinary.

Aiden Burn walked into the lab where he was working on the case. "Hey, Flack said that you got in a fight?"

"Almost." He told her looking briefly at her then back at the screen when it started to beep. He gave a smile and smacked the side of his chair. "Got her."

Burn leaned over to see what he was looking at. It was an id of a long blonde haired woman. "Who's this?"

"Natasha Connors." Taylor's voice came from behind them as he walked into the lab. He hadn't been successful in his search for anything that had pertained to any funerals for her. It was almost like she didn't exist anymore except for in a daze or a dream.

"What the hell is the point of me looking it up if you know the name already?" Messer asked with a sigh as he watched Taylor walk in. "I mean really I went to all the work."

"I only got a name." Taylor informed him as he walked over to the computer to look at the rest of the information about her that Messer had pulled up. "You have everything else."

Burn had already skimmed through most of it. "Wow. She was only nineteen." She stated as she looked through the rest of the information. No living relatives, no place of residence, nothing after her age and her name. "I thought that we weren't allowed to take them that young."

A word stuck with Taylor that Burn had said. "What do you mean by 'was'?"

"It says she dead three months ago." She told him while Messer rolled on his chair away from them as they continued to look at the computer.

"That death has either been faked or someone took on her identity." Taylor told him with as much surprise in his voice as Burn's had in hers. "She must have a relative somewhere high in the NYPD to allow her to come in so early."

"She would have had to been fifteen or fourteen when she first entered the police academy." Burn stated. "But I didn't think they could do that either."

"Nope." Messer told them out of the blue from another computer.

"What are you talking about?"

"She's one of those incredibly early graduates from high school."

"How early is early?"

"Fourteen."

"Holy crap." Burn exclaimed for all of them. "Talk about a little beyond smart."

"Graduated top five in her class."'

"A 'little'?" Taylor questioned Burn then looked back to the computer. "Check for any relatives that are in the NYPD. She has to have a relative in the department or else she couldn't have be admitted so young." He looked back to Messer who seemed a little out odd, some how confused, as he looked over the profile of the undercover cop. "What's wrong?"

"I don't think she's dead." He told him with a shake of his head.

"Well duh she's not dead why would be looking for her if she was?"

Messer continued his rather stupid argument. "Haven't UC's been known to fake there own death's in order to stay undercover longer?"

Burn looked at Taylor. "It has been known to happen but it's not that common."

"Still it's a possibility. The Miami detective, Horatio, his own brother faked his own death when he was in over his head." Taylor told them and he thought it over for a moment for a moment. "Danny pull up her last assignment."

Messer mover the mouse of the computer to pull up her assignment. "She was assigned to do a gang arrest." He turned back to him, his eyes showed both horror and surprise at what he read on the screen. "She was dealing with the Tanglewood boys when she was killed."

Taylor walked into the jail and sat at one of the station waiting for Sonny Sassone to come. He knew that his best chance of learning anything about the UC would be him. The only thing he know for sure was the Sassone would not be in a co-operative mood after the last thing they had done to him. The Italian murderer sat across from him and looked at Talyor. He gave a smirk as he leaned forward to speak.

"Well, well, well," He began with a smirk. His arrogance could be heard in his words and in his posture. Arrogance that Taylor did not need for this case. "What the hell are you doing here Detective Taylor?"

"Came to ask you about a young woman."

He shrugged. "I've been with a lot of girls. You need to be specific." Taylor pulled out a picture of Natasha Conners and held it up for him to look at. Sassone gave a slight nod and stuck out his lower lip a bit. "She's not bad looking." He said with a smile. "She looks familiar though." He began and leaned on his elbow, his hand to his head. He was trying to think of who she was. He had seen her before. He was sure of that. He snapped his fingers. "She was the girl at the strip joint down on Fifth. Brighter and curlier hair, big green eyes. Man, could that woman dance."

"Do you have a name I could have?"

He smirked. "Why should I cooperate with you?"

"Because she was murdered and the last time we heard about her she was with you."

"You gonna pin another murder on me?" He sneered at him.

"I can since evidence is pointing towards you."

He gave an annoyed sigh at him. "Black Diamond." Taylor gave a nod and thought over the name before he stood and began to walk away. "What she to you?" Taylor stopped and turned back to look at him. Sassone shrugged at him. "She's just a stripper. Or is she something else?"

"To the NYPD something else." Taylor told him. "To you she'll just be a stripper."

Stella Bonasera looked down at the photos of the U.C. that the computer had managed to pull up as possibly aliases. Heather Giles and Victoria Hicks. Originally, she had gone onto find associates she had been in contact with and these two came up in the top five. The reason she thought the women were aliases was because of one thing that they shared in common. Both had three earrings on the left ear. The top part not the lower lobe. Besides that the differences between the two were obvious. Skin tone, hair color. She stared at the photos trying to think of a way to find her. Neither of the women had any outstanding warrants for arrest.

With so much change in the skin tones, she thought over as she looked down at the photo. She has to buy a lot of it. She moved over to the computer and typed in a search for long lasting make-up. Several hits came up but the only one that stood out was a brand that was used on the stage. It was sold at only two places on Broadway. She'd have to check them both.

Bonasera entered the costume shop entitled, Make-up For All Productions. A man dressed as a woman stood behind the counter. He looked rather portly and sleepy from what she saw of him while the shopwas surprisingly neat. Everything organized and placed in specific places. She shrugged it off and walked to the counter.

"Good afternoon." The man began with a soft yawn. He covered his mouth to finish it out of politeness. "Can I help you?"

"Yes." She began as she pulled out the photos of the U.C. "Have you seen these women?" She said these women because she didn't want to tip anything off if she was still alive.

He took the photos to look at them closer. He nodded. "Yes, the white haired one's name is Viccy, and the black hair is Heather. Heather usually comes in once a month. Viccy several times. Heather should be coming in today actually. She called ahead to make sure her orders were in." The bell on the door chimed and in walked the woman he had named as Heather. "Here she is. Hello Heather."

She looked at Bonasera briefly then to the man behind the counter. "Hey Micks." She began as she walked up the counter. Her accent was a thick New York accent. She was dressed in dark clothes. A short black skirt with fish net blood red panty hose, a see through net top with a dark bra beneath it and over that a trench coach. Her eyes, icy and cold stared at Bonasera before she turned her gaze back to the counter man. It was then, when she turned her head that she saw the thing that connected the two women. The three earrings on the top of the left ear. "My order?"

"Oh yeah." The man began as he got off his chair and moved to a door. "It's in the back I'll be right back. How's things going at that...oh where's that place you work at?"

"Bob's grocers." She began with a sigh. "I got fired."

"Again?" He questioned her with a sneaker as he walked away. "Is that the seventh time in three weeks."

"My order." She sneered at him. "Now."

He left leaving her and Bonasera in the front. "You're names Heather?"

"Yeah, what the hell's it to you?"

Bonasera pulled out her badge. "CSI ma'am."

"Don't call me 'ma'am'." She hissed at her defensively her arms crossed over her chest and she leaned against the counter. Her hand moved to itch her nose piercing. Bonesara guessed that it was fake because she didn't have any piercings in the photo. "And I haven't killed anyone."

"No but you know someone who is missing."

"Which one?" She questioned her with a smug look across her face. "I know a few runaways and dead people. I could call upon the spirits to come to speak with you." She pulled out several tarot cards and something relating to a Ouija board. She began to shuffle the deck of cards when she looked up at her. "Interested?"

"Do you know a woman by the name of Natasha Connors?"

She shrugged and placed the Ouija board related item back into her pocket and continued to shuffle the cards. "Don't ring any bells. Why?"

"Cause we thinks she's alive."

"Good for you then."She told her with a low growl as she flipped a card over on the counter.

"Heather what's your last name?"

"Giles what's it mean to you?" She asked her as she continued to pick out a flip certain cards onto the counter.

"Heather Giles. You do know Natasha Connors some how don't you?"

She gave an annoyed look of utter hate at her. "I told you I don't know her." She hissed at her as the man walked out with a small box. "I don't give a damn about some dead U.C."

"How'd you know she was a undercover cop?"

She motioned around the store. "Look where you are."

"And you got the fact she was a U.C from this?"

"I've seen her tombstone at the cemetery." She turned back to counterman and began to hand him the money.

"So you go to her grave."

The girl slammed her hand on the counter. Her eyes were harsh and icy cold from Bonesara's questions and statements. The man jumped at the sound. She turned back to Bonasera, her eyes glared the brilliant blue showing her disgust and hate at her questions. "You have no idea who the hell I am or what the hells happened to me. So I suggest you leave me the hell alone. You try and find me and I won't be able to help you no matter how deep you go." She stared intensely at her for a moment. It was almost like she wanted to tell her something. Some thing that could help but she couldn't. Without another word the woman grabbed her order, not even stopping to get her change. She smashed her shoulder into Bonesara's and left in a huff.

Bonesara moved over to the counter after being ran into, obviously she had done it on purpose as a warning. She saw that Giles had left one of the tarot cards behind. The magician card. She looked up and watched Giles turned and glared at her again before beginning to jog down the street.

Taylor entered the lab again. He hoped to have some identifications on the victims. He had sent Messer to process some of the victims clothes when he entered the room. He was hoping that he could find something that pertained to Connors on the other victims clothes. "Have you got any identifications on the victims from the scene?"

Messer looked up at him. "Yeah." He began and moved to a stack of folders and papers. He held opened a folder for one of the victims out of the stack of folders he had on one of the desk. "Our slit throat victim, his name is Jake Wilks, he has a history drug dealing. The others have close to the same backgrounds."

"What about the two in the room that were hung?"

"You'll have to talk to the doc." He told him with a shrug. "He's just getting to the bodies now."

Taylor nodded and continued. "What about relatives in the department for our missing U.C?"

At that moment Bonasera walked into the lab. In her hand was an evidence bag and her own stack of papers. "Hey, I have news on you undercover."

Taylor nodded. "Let me hear it then."

"She is one of the best in the NYPD." She began handing him the papers. "Out of the seven cases she has closed six in the process of two years. The one was cause we took care of them."

"The Tanglewood boys." Messer told them.

Bonasera nodded to them. "As of right now she is suppose to be working on two cases. One still in the area that the Tanglewood boys were present acting as a stripper and the other deep in the Bronx dealing with Satanist and Cults."

"Talk about a change of scenery." Taylor stated while he looked down at the papers. He looked at the photos of the people she was. He looked at one of a her with almost white wavy hair, her skin was very tan and her eyes bright green. "This is the woman that Sunny described for me." He informed them. He looked at the name that she had chosen for this one. Name unknown. He flipped to the next page. The photo was of her, though it was difficult to tell, brilliant blue eyes, dark black hair, her skin was incredible pale though. "She knows how to work make-up well."

Bonasera nodded to him. "I found the store that sells her the make-up. It's a costume shop down on Broadway. They said that three women come in for this kind of make-up."

"Stage make-up." Taylor stated with a nod. He looked back up at her. "Three women?"

"One, the darker haired woman's name is Heather Giles and the light blonde is Victoria Hicks." She began with a sigh. "I actually ran into Heather Giles at the store. She was picking up an order."

"Did you get anything out of her?"

"She left this behind." She handed him the magician card she had left behind. "I went online to learn what it meant. The magician card is part of tarot decks it represents a talented person with skills, abilities, originality, determination and initiative. I think she was trying to show it was her but by being discreet."

Messer looked over at her between looking at the clothes. "What do you mean?"

"What do undercover cops have?" She questioned him while Taylor looked at the card. "They have skill and certain abilities that uniformed cops don't. The ability to act and the determination to not break under pressure. I think that Heather Giles is Natasha Connors and this was a way of telling us." She told him. "Another way that she has revealed who she is by this." She pulled out another photograph, this time of Connors and set it down beside the other three. "What's similar?"

Taylor looked at the photos for a moment before he realized what it was. "The earrings. All the exact same ones, all in the exact same place." He looked up to Bonesara. "Did she say anything that could help us figure out what's going on?"

"I can't be certain but the last thing she told me was," She thought for a brief moment over what she had said to her earlier. "She had said that she couldn't help us if we went in too deep."

Taylor looked down at the papers then at Bonesara. "My office." He told her then motioned to Messer. "I want the results on my desk as soon as possible and the rest of the names. Get Aiden to help you if you need any." Messer nodded and they walked out of the lab. They entered the detectives office and he leaned against his desk a little, trying to think of the right words to ask about the U.C. "You think she was trying to send you a message?"

She shrugged at him. "Possibly. The card told us who she was and what she told me sounded like she was trying to warn us. She doesn't seem to want anyone to get.." Just then a cell-phone went off. She looked at her jacket as she pulled out of her pocket. She looked up to Taylor and shook her head. Her eyes showed her surprise to the phone being there. "This isn't mine."

He extended his hand and she handed the phone to him. Bonesara thoughtover how she could have gotten someone elses phone into her pocket. Giles. When she smashed into her as she left the store. She looked to Taylor as he looked at it briefly before he opened it. "Don't hang up and don't try to trace this call. You won't be able to."

"Who is this?"

"Who the hell do you think Detective Taylor?" The voice told him. The voice sounded female and relatively annoyed. "Why is it that when you CSI's are told not to go diggin' after people you can't help but too?"

"Natasha Connors." He told her.

"Wow, I'm glad you know my name."

"Why did you tell Detective Stella Bonasera not to get involved?"

"Because I'm already into deep." She hoarsely stated.

Loud music banged in the background and another voice boomed in. "Viccy get back to work you frickin' whore!"

"Screw you Nick!" She shouted back in a thick accent. Her voice went back to normal briefly. "Stay the hell out of it. I can't help you if you go any deeper into this."

"Connors where are you?"

With that the phone went silent.

A/N: Just a start please don't be mean. If you don't like it you don't have to tell me. No flames please just r/r.