Alone
CSI characters are not mine… originals are…
This is not a Mary Sue… and I assure you… I do have a plan as to where this is going so just bear with me… okay?
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Chapter 9
As we entered the scene, a medium sized, two-story house, we discovered Davis had not yet arrived.
"I'll take the outside," I volunteered, as Sara and Nick looked over our victim. I wanted to be alone and hoped they'd get the hint.
Nick nodded and I went outside. I found a few foot prints near the door, a ball-parked size 11. I casted the prints, not as good as Warrick's, but not bad either. I moved to the car that was parked on the street, the engine was still warm, so it had to have been driven recently.
I grabbed the slim-Jim out of my kit and unlocked the driver's side door, after printing the handle.
After lifting prints off of the steering wheel, bagging a coffee cup and cereal bar wrapper on the center console and getting a sample of hair from the head rest I pulled the luminol out to check for blood. There was none, no blood what so ever. I heard foot steps approaching, "Hey, Greg" a familiar voice said.
"Hey David," I said, "The bodies inside, Nick and Sara are waiting on you," I looked over my shoulder to see him disappear inside the house.
I moved to the backseat of the car. A briefcase was behind the passenger's seat. I quickly shuffled through it, finding a planner, which I printed and then turned on. Searching through the palm pilot I discovered our vic's name was Allyson Marx, a stock broker, and she had had several appointments today, the last was not marked off.
I heard David wheeling the body out with his coroner's assistants; I turned, waved, and continued processing the car, moving to the trunk.
I popped the trunk and found nothing put a tire-iron, jumper cables and a first-aid kit. I luminoled and got nothing again. Our vic was not killed in this car, at least not in any way that drew enough blood to kill someone.
Once again I heard foot-steps. "Nick? Did you find anything?" I asked, thinking it was either him or Sara.
"Who's Nick?" a deep voice asked. 'Definitely NOT Sara…' I thought and decided against turning around. "Don't you remember me Greggo?" I felt a hand clamp down on my shoulder. "How's your pretty little girlfriend doing?"
I thought I knew who it was. "Adam…" I growled, spinning around to come face to face with one of my old enemies.
"So you do remember me. I didn't think you'd forget. How is Jamie by the way?" I scowled and didn't answer. "Oh, and I hope you weren't very close to those two idiots inside, they were hard to corner, damn guys so protective…"
THAT got my attention, "What did you do to Nick and Sara?"
Adam smirked in satisfaction, "So you do care? How sad…" he said.
I raced inside, "NICK! SARA!" I yelled, leaping up the stairs. "Guys!" I found them in the master bedroom, contents of their kits strewn over the hardwood floor. Nick was lying over Sara, trying to protect her, but I saw blood and Nick had taken a few shots, too, it appeared. "No… come on, guys, wake up." I shook Nick lightly. He didn't move.
"Why!" I asked, turning to where Adam now stood in the doorway, admiring his work.
He laughed, "Had to get you in here somehow…" he pulled his gun again.
I stepped away from my friends as he held the gun level with me, "What do you want with me?" I asked, probably a stupid question.
Again, he smirked at me. ""I came to finish what I started with your little girlfriend, and I need to repay you for ratting me out to the cops al those years ago." He explained I took another step away from Nick and Sara.
I saw Nick groan in pain and shift his head. Adam didn't appear to notice. I looked back at Nick before I returned my attention to Adam who took a few steps toward me. "Jamie's dead" I said as calmly as I could. "Twelve years ago today she died."
Adam looked mad. "Don't lie to me! Where is she?" he yelled, moving closer to me again.
"I told you she died! My father killed her cause he thought I got her pregnant," I admitted as he shoved me against the wall, cutting off some of my air supply.
"You said 'thought'. I got her pregnant didn't I?" he laughed at the look of disgust on my face.
I nodded, "Yes, you raped and impregnated my best friend! Does that make you feel like you accomplished something?" I yelled, lunging for the gun in his hand.
"Those brats are mine…" he grumbled, dodging me. I tried again.
I frowned, "What are you talking about?" I asked.
He laughed again. "Like you don't know. I heard from a very reliable source that that bitch is still alive and has two brats. I thought they'd be yours," he explained as we fought for the gun.
"It's impossible. I saw my father shoot her. There was so much blood. She had to have been dead!" I screamed. "She was eight months pregnant, there's no way the babies survived. You're lying!" I yelled.
He had me shoved against the wall again, the barrel of the gun pressed against my chest. I shut my eyes, I knew it was over.
'BANG!' I heard and flinched, but the pain never came. I opened my eyes to see Adam fall to the floor, Nick's gun aimed where he had been standing.
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