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This story – sequel of Cadaver in the park - takes place in some periods of our team's life, and explain the relationship between Mac and his protect Ivy….NB. : THE PRESENT PART TAKES PLACE SOME MONTHS AFTER HER ARRIVE IN N.Y.

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MAC AND IVY'S CHRONICLES

Massacre-part 2

N.Y., today. 32,Washinghton Avenue, apartment 7b.

"Sorry Miss, you can't enter, this is a crime scene." A young boy, a very young one, in uniform – probably one of the new recruits - was on the threshold of the rich apartment, to stop the curiouses. But the woman he was stopping wasn't a curious. She looked at him with a strange smile – something like a satisfaction one – and gave him her badge.

"And I'm here for this. Ivy Carter, C.S.I. " Ivy – now with shorter smooth hair, a little under the ears, - was wearing a pair of black sunglasses, that hided her dark and sometimes cold eyes. She was wearing a red t-shirt under a pair of beige line-velvet paints and a leather jacket, with a pair of black heel shoes.

The young policeman lets her enter, a little mortify. Ivy went in Don's direction, seeing the horrible scene. Don looked at her smiling, but it was a very short smile. It wasn't the moment to smile, or to laugh. She replied for a brief instant, looking in his blue eyes. His beautiful blue eyes. She thought for a moment he was very attractive: dark hair, blue eyes, tall, a beautiful physique, and he was always elegant. She was probably mad about him, also if she wanted admit it. Admit she was in love with someone, after all that years, it was difficult... And more difficult was admit she was in love with a man who everyday risked his life. Again. What am I doing? I lost my husband, I lost my best friend, what want I do? Want I lost someone I love…again? But after a few seconds she saw the horrible scene, and remembered she was there to do a job…her job. Mac trusted in her, she didn't want disappoint him. In the dinner room, on the floor, there were 6 people, 5 adults and a kid. A blond boy, less than 6 years old. She gave a looked, horrified, at them. Someone killed them, with one or more daggers. The room was full of blood. One of the two women seemed more wounded. The Coroner, Sheldon Hawkes, entered the apartment with a younger colleague. He saw Ivy do some photographs at the scene and at the bodies.

"My God…" he told her. "it's a massacre. There's blood everywhere…" Ivy stopped for a while and looked at him. She didn't like thing like…those.

"Yeah…it means take a lot of samples, that it means I cannot do it alone, it means I must call some recruits to help me because the others are all full of work."

"And it means you still need the bodies for a few." He replied her kneeled down on one of the bodies, precisely on the most wounded of the group. The same woman she noticed after she entered. "Have you seen this woman? Look at the cuts on her abdomen. Have ever heard about Reverend Manson's church?"

"Everybody knows about him – Detective Flack answered him looking at the cadaver, a 25 years old white woman with blond hair – but what do you mean?"

"Manson's church was involved in Roman Polansky's wife murder. They killed the people in the house and her, and sacrificed the baby she was expecting."

"do you think she was pregnant?" she asked him. He looked more at the cadaver and answered.

"All I'm seeing tell me she was pregnant. But the question is …if she was pregnant… where's the baby? Have you found him…or her?"

"The baby isn't in the house. But if it's not here, where is it?" Don was reflecting about what the black man told him. It was a cruel murder. A cruel case. The cruellest one. Someone killed all the people in the apartment…also the 6 years old kid…and than took the other child. A child who wasn't already born, to do something with him…or her. Something…but what? Did they want the children to sacrifice him, as Sheldon suggested, or did they want the child for something else? It's not important the reason. They are monsters, in all the cases. Don was coming from a family of policemen, he was young, sure, but he was in police since a lot of time. But he wasn't already able to stay cold in front of a cadaver. Overall, in front of such a case. He didn't know what to think, if it was something good or not. He was still thinking about the case and the child when he saw the coroner put the cadavers in black bags. Ivy was on her feet, she looked strange. He understood what the problem was, also her wasn't able to remain cold. He went near her and put a hand on her right shoulder, looking her in her now-without-glasses dark eyes.

"hey, baby, are you all right?" he asked her doing for embrace her. She took him away and looked him in his eyes. She was on the point of crying, but she wasn't be embraced, not at work, she was so… - exactly she didn't know what she was feeling, she known only it was something was destroying her – but she didn't want see him embraced her. When they were together, alone, it was an other story, but at work…during the months they passed together she told him a lot of times she didn't want him to speak or act like a couple at work. But in the reality she wanted only to ask him to protect her from the world outside them…but she was scared again, scared of lose her love, again. And in her mind, in that moment, a memory flashed through her mind. The memory of the worst day of her life.

Chicago, 1998.June,28.Saturday.

It was their second anniversary. All she wanted it was everything was perfect, also because she decided to ask him about her greatest desire…a child. It was almost 10' o clock, but she wasn't worried, in the morning he told her he had to go to N.Y. for less than 5 hours. She decided to turn the candles on the round table off and get dressed with something more comfortable when she heard the phone. Probably it's Noah. Sure he will tell me something, make me his excuses… she thought answering, smiling ,tho phone. But ,as she heard, it wasn't her love. It was Sam Gerarde, Noah's chief.

"Ivy, it's me, it's Sam. I need…I need to tell you something."

She understood immediately something was wrong. Terribly wrong. And she understood was happened. "Sam…where's Noah? What…what's up?" she asked him. But she already known the answer.

"I… - he began to tell her with a sad low tone of voice – I don't want you discovered it by… someone else. I promised him to tell you…" he stopped himself for few seconds, making some deep breathings.

She heard his voice, his breathings, and she asked again. Crying. "What's up, Sam? Where's Noah? Please, Sam…tell me something…"

"Noah's dead. He… the fugitive killed him. I'm sorry…I'm sorry…it's all my fault…I left him alone in the palace…it's all my fault…-he started to cry – please forgive me Ivy forgive me.. it's all my fault. I'm…I'm so sorry…if you need something…if I can do something for you…."

She hung the telephone without say anything else, only crying, and took some of her things. She went in her car, in the street, and went back to her parents' house. She didn't' know what to do or to say, but when she ring at the door and her mother opened it, she ran into her arms, still crying. Her eyes…her beautiful and full of passion eyes were now red, full of tears. He mother decided to force not her to speak, but to let her vented. "Noah…-she began after few moments – oh mummy… mummy … Noah's dead. Someone…a fugitive killed him…" her mother didn't tell a word, she comforted her daughter, her young and alone daughter, in her warm arms. She comforted the daughter who will never spend a decent night for a lot of years. After a brief talk and a sleeping tablet Angel Carter was thinking about her daughter and how she will react to her beloved husband's death. The detoxification had been very long and very difficult the first time…what about she will fall again in the drug tunnel? She remembered all the moments… one by one…ivy was her daughter, not only daughter, she had one boy and on other girl older than Ivy, but ivy was the youngest. The undefended one. The closed one. And it wasn't important Jo left him for her drug problems. She was her child. She will be forever her child. She needed her when she was a teenager, she needed her again, almost 10 years later. She was thinking about it and crying silently when she heard a phone…she immediately understood it was Ivy's mobile. The woman took it from her daughter's handbag and answered. It was almost 8 o' clock in the morning, and she immediately recognize the voice was speaking.

"Ivy, where are you? I'm here in the lab and I'm waiting for you…are you all right?"

"It's not Ivy, Mac – the woman answered at the man, former marine – it's me, Angel". Mac immediately heard from her voice something was wrong. "ivy is here, by me. She…she is all right, for now. "

"Angel , what's up? Why is her by you? Has she got some problems?"

"I think she will be with me for some days. I don't know if she will be all right again. I know it's wrong but I gave her a sleeping tablet….I know former drug-addicted mustn't use it, but… it happened an horrible thing, Mac. She arrived by me passed midnight, and she was crying…she is destruct, Mac…She need me and she'll need you again…"

"Angel… speak clearly…what's up and why did you do the stupidest thing I could imagine?"

Angel Carter told the policeman only three words and then closed the call; she told him only "Noah is dead".

N.Y, today.

"Hey, Ivy, are you all right?" Don asked her again. She saw her and she looked him…strange. He gave no importance to the thing: who isn't strange in front of a similar crime? She made a long breath, and then looked in his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes. She was always breathless when she looked in his eyes. She hesitated for an instant and then she answered the question.

"oh… yes, I'm…I'm okay, don't you worry. Now I start to take the samples and look in search of evidences and everything goes away. – she looked in his eyes again, understanding his worry, and she made him a brief and hidden smile – I'm okay, Don, I'll be fine. Really."

"Okay, but, listen…I' not calm. I must go now, but if you need something, everything you need…you can…better, you must – he said her at low voice underlining the "must" – call me. At all the hours. No, listen, I've a better idea - he went ahead in his speech – as soon as I'll finish my shift I'll come by you. I don't want you pass the time alone, you must be calm. you need someone to speak with."

"I don't need neither anything nor anyone. I'll be all right, I repeat you: don't you worry. And now go, you've got some work to do. See you later." She answered smiling.

"Mmm..okay, I want to believe you. I'll go, but remember…everything you need, I'm here for you. See you later." He said her going away from the crime scene.

Alone gain on her crime scene, Ivy started to look to everything, in search of something. First, there's no trace of forced entry. Or the killer had the keys, or someone in the house opened the door. The policeman told Don it was one of the neighbours to call the police because he didn't saw for all the day them. The door was closed, but not at key; the keys were in the door, but it's not important, because it's model you can close from the outside blocking without use the keys, necessary for open…so let's go to us our magic powder to see if there's some digital prints. She took the white powder from her steel suitcase , covering a part of the surface. There are some prints, but it's not said they are the killer ones. She thought while she was taking them on a special sheet. While she was doing this, she saw something on the door's frame. A small red stain. She took it with a sticky with the top of cotton and made it react with some chemical compounds. The answer was what she was expecting: blood. She took immediately the rest with an other sticky the killer used a knife. Sometimes who used them wounds himself. If we're lucky it's the killer blood, and now let's go to see if there are all the knifes in the kitchen… entered the kitchen, she saw immediately a knifes clamp. She looked at it closer and she saw that one was missed. I didn't saw it… or the murderer has got it still with himself… or it's in the rubbish. I'll see. She though making some photos . She returned to the dinning room and looked with attention to everything, to find some evidences.

N.Y, today. Crime Lab, Morgue.

"I've got something for you" Dr. Hawkes was on feet near the autopsies' tables. Entering the room, Ivy noticed he looked very…cold. He probably stopped to suffer about similar things years before, she thought. Instead, she had a horrible aspect. She passed the entire night crying, alone, in her bed. Sheldon looked at her for an instant, he crossed his arms and at low voice told her "if it can help you, they didn't suffer…at least, not all of them. These 5 – told her showing the cadavers, including the child one – had been killed in almost few moments. Look at these. They cut one of the artery, here, in the neck. A lot of blood but no sufferance."

"Fantastic, someone killed them but they didn't suffer. I mean, - she said sarcastically -it's a satisfaction. – she stopped herself for a while, understanding she was telling something very stupid – excuse me, I'm very sorry. I - she restarted with a calmer voice – noticed you told "they". Why do you think there are more than one killer?"

"look at these bruises, - the former surgeon told her lighting the skins up with a beam of ultraviolet light - here, on the forearms. What do they suggest you?"

Hawkes put also a magnifying glass on all the points of the cadavers he wanted the girl to control. The woman observed the bruises, the forms, the position.. all " It seems like someone seized them from the back. With a lot of force…I see clearly the fingers' trace…"

"Exactly. But look at the direction of the cut. On three cadavers it's from left to right…but on the other two it's from right to left. It means one killer is dexterous…and the other one is left-handed."

"what's the problem? Only the 5 of the world population is left-handed…tell me there's something more, please."

"I found nothing else on these 5 cadavers, but on the sixth one… follow me. - he told her going in the direction of the last cadaver – this is our pregnant, or to be more precise, our former pregnant woman"

"You were right. So she was really pregnant."

"Yes. She was very…interesting. First. I found on her bruises on both the arms. Second. There are some traces under her nails. For you. – he said giving her same samples – I think she fought. Third. Look at this. – he said indicating a small point on the right arm – someone did her an injection. I analyzed the blood, I find trace of an anesthetic, the Thiopental. And who operated her, was very able. Probably someone who knows something about medicine. I have no more to tell you. I'm sorry."

"Better than nothing. Thanks Hawkes."

"Listen… - he told her - do you know something more about them? Or the kid?"

"Flack is working on both, but at this time we don't have a lot. I begin to think we'll be unable to come to any kind of conclusion. The last hope is the D.N.A…"

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