Title: His Last Case
Disclaimer: Violence. Hints of slash.
POV: Yelina
Chapter Five: Who Did It?
Tuesday Afternoon-128pm
"So where are we off to today?"
"Murder scene," I reply.
"Why are you driving?"
"Because men don't always drive, John."
"Just asking."
I sigh. Why did the stick me with Hagen? I know Calleigh likes him but why, I don't understand. Usually, I find myself working along side Horatio. However, he is too busy. The only case he wishes to work right now is Speed's. Something I can't blame him for.
"Hey, any word on Delko?"
"H says there were problems this morning but he's doing great now."
"Know when he's getting out?"
Why not pair me with Tripp? "If he has no more problems he will be released tomorrow."
"Delko remember anything else about the attack?"
"Not that I'm aware of."
I turn the black car down a quiet suburban road. Half way down the street I spot the patrol cars. No CSI vehicles are to be seen.
"We flying solo on this?" Hagen asks.
"Not sure." I'm slightly puzzled. "Delko is in the hospital. Speed is missing. Horatio is busy with Delko. That leaves Calleigh. I didn't see her around the lab this morning. Did you?"
"Come to think of it, no."
I get a nagging feeling. We park by an ambulance. Uniformed officers milled around interviewing neighbors.
Hagen stops by the driveway.
"Something wrong, John?"
He points to a silver SUV. "This car seems familiar to me."
I bite my bottom lip. I decide to voice my fear. "John, neither one of us has seen Calleigh…"
He turns back to me. "She drives a jeep, Yelina."
"I know, John. But hasn't she driven a silver SUV before?"
I can clearly see him thinking. "Yes, she has." I now see the same fear I feel, in his eyes.
Hastily we make our way inside. Can Calleigh be the murder victim? The house is in an upscale neighborhood. I try to remember if I've ever been to Cal's place. I haven't.
The DB is in the living room. I sigh with relief. The body belongs to a man in his late fifties-early sixties. Blood stains dot the white carpet.
Hagen gives me a smile of relief. Cal's not the deceased. Is she the murderer?
A uniformed officer steps up to us. "Detective Salas, Detective Hagen."
"What happened here?" Hagen asks.
"Neighbors heard gunshots and called the cops. The deceased is Neal Dixon. This is his house. Another neighbor remembers seeing a silver SUV pull into the driveway around noon."
"The victim?" Hagen asks.
"Shot twice in the back of the head. Once in the chest."
"Bit overkill, if you ask me," Hagen says.
"Do we have a suspect?" I ask.
"Yes, ma'am, in the dining room." The officer points to his left.
"Thank you," I say.
I follow Hagen to the door. He stops.
"Something wrong?"
"Look," he says. "It's Calleigh's father."
We exchange looks. It's a good thing Calleigh isn't here. We both know she can't touch this case. The last thing Cal needs is to find out her dad is up for murder. For now anyway.
"Mr. Duquesne," Hagen says entering the room.
"Hey, you're that nice fellow who works with my daughter. What's your name again?"
"Detective Hagen. And this is Detective Salas."
"Pretty girl," Mr. Duquesne stats. "Aren't you the Hagen that took my little girl out the other night?"
I'm surprised to see Hagen blush slightly. "Sir, we need to discuss what happened here."
"I don't remember."
"Why are you here?" I ask.
"I had an appointment with Mr. Dixon. He asked me to meet him here. So I did. But I didn't kill him. I swear."
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to come downtown with us."
Does Hagen think Mr. Duquesne is actually guilty? And who's going to tell Calleigh?