A/N: So I found this story . . . I had previously written it down and didn't know it. Haha, it was an experience I guess you had to be me, haha. Anyway, here is the story as promised. Next one should be up by Tuesday at the latest. I don't have school Monday but I'm hanging out with my boyfriend (Just celebrated One year and six months being together! So happy : ) ) Leave some love
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Not the characters. Although I would really like to own spike. Anyway nothing is mine sadly and none of the lines from any of the scripts are mine. The title and the plot are loosely based on the In Death books by J.D. Robb. I don't own it either
Rating: R, just for good measure
Chapter Two:
It was five in the morning, sunrise a world away and Lieutenant Buffy Summers was just arriving at the scene for her first homicide of the month.
Officer Levinson had already arrived and was finishing his third round of throwing up his dinner on the sidewalk when Buffy stepped out of her car.
"Officer." Buffy said acknowledging him
"Lieutenant. It's bad. I mean, worse than anything I've ever seen."
Bracing herself, she walked into the crime scene shining bright from the spotlights.
Blood coated everything. In the midst of the carnage, she saw what used to be a woman, small and frail and very much dead.
Blood pooled around the fragile red headed prostitute. Her torso was ripped open and her face was mutilated beyond recognition.
What little face she had left was mangled and contorted in a horrific way making the scene surreal. Her mouth was opened in what appeared to be a scream and the only visible green eye looked sad and almost hopeful. Like this poor woman was wishing up until her heart stopped that her white knight would rescue her.
Her torso was ripped apart, flesh and bone scattered around the body. Upon closer examination, Buffy noticed that the woman's liver was missing. Buffy looked next to the body to what looked like a pile of goop. She took a closer look at, what the Crime Scene Unit had so cleverly been calling, "goop", and noticed that it was the remainder of the hooker's organs tossed carelessly aside
"Yum." Buffy said disgusted
Buffy had seen a lot of things in her 10 years on the force but this . . . this was something else entirely. On, or rather, in the woman's chest, there lay a singly red rose.
The Lieutenant thought the rose was odd but decided that she would wait to try and figure out what that meant.
Buffy recorded the crime scene and awaited the arrival of her partner.
..>
No longer having to hear the steady clomp of the police issued shoes, Detective Tara McClay, scarred the hell out of Buffy with her rubber soled shoes.
"Sorry. I don't have a car so I had to take a cab and that's a bit of a challenge at 5 in the morning . . . Oh my God." Tara had rushed into the scene seemingly out of breath, struggling to maintain her dignity as a cop, which was hard considering that she currently wanted to run to the end of the alley, curl up into a ball in a black and white and not come out.
"If you're going to retch don't do it on my crime scene." Buffy said looking intently at the body trying to record what she could before she let the crime scene unit sweep the scene.
Tara ran down the alleyway by the black and white and threw up into the gutter much like Levinson had done earlier.
Buffy could hear Tara continuously throw up but blocked it out of her mind for the time being so that she herself would not get sick.
"Ok, I'm better." Tara said as she returned to her partners' side
"Whatever feeling you have you have to leave them back at the end of the ally. I don't have time for emotional ridden people right now. This is not me getting on your ass about retching," Buffy said before Tara could say it herself; "This is me telling you to suck it up and do your job. This case is going to be hard on all of us because of the brutality. Whatever you feel toward this woman or anything we find out about her, you can't let that interfere with your investigating. Can you do that?"
A mixture of anger and sadness flashed across Tara's face as she listened.
Buffy saw it but decided to ignore it.
"Doesn't it even bother you?" Tara asked
"Yeah, it bothers me, but I push it aside and I learn to deal with it because that's how you get the job done."
"You're a hollow, soulless person. Tara spat at her in disgust, the walked off to identify the victim.
'I have a whole mess of emotions.' Buffy thought as she went back to her morbid work.
..>
"Victim has been identified as Samantha Craven. Female age 24. Severe lacerations to the face and torso. Throat has been almost completely severed, looks like it doesn't stop until it hits spine. Throat wound has been cut from right to left, Carotid artery is severed. Victim has been eviscerated and liver is missing. No sign of the murder weapon on scene." Buffy recited into her recorder, circling the body careful not to miss any details.
"Bag and tag her." She said when she stopped
"McClay, what's that under the body?" Buffy asked pointing to what seemed to be an envelope wrapped in plastic.
Tara proceeded to bend down to retrieve the envelope from under the body, careful not to move the body.
"It's addressed to you." She told Buffy
It was expensive looking paper, something you didn't see in this day and age. In black ink, written in old English were the words:
Lieutenant Buffy Summers
Buffy unwrapped the plastic and carefully and broke the wax seal.
Lieutenant Summers,
I look forward to working with you.
Your humble servant,
Jack
Buffy ordered the envelope and contents to be tagged as evidence even though she knew they wouldn't find any prints.
"Sir, what was it? Do we know who we're dealing with?" Tara asked
"Yeah, I do. The guy is trying to emulate Jack the Ripper.
"This guy will hit again, I'd bet my badge on it." Buffy said as she and her partner walked into Eve's office/
"He's impersonating Jack the Ripper which must have some sort of significance to him. Maybe he looks up to him." She said stripping off her jacket and hanging it up
"Do you think we should go down and get a profile done?" asked Tara
"Not yet. Let's see what we can find out about our body."
..>
A trip to the morgue always brightened a person's day. Buffy and Tara walked along the white asylum walls that reeked of death.
Walking into the room that had seen death too many times, Buffy saw the Chief Medical Examiner, Fred Burkle dancing around to what sounded like the Spice Girls blasting out of a stereo while Burkle danced around in a hot pink tank top covered by a lab coat with the body of Samantha Craven spread open ready for examination.
Buffy walked over to the stereo playing the offending music and turned it off.
'If you wanna be my lover' was no longer playing, much to Buffy's liking, however, almost immediately the words repeated themselves in Buffy's ears, which made her scowl.
'Damn thing will be stuck in there for a week.' She thought angrily
Fred turned around and smiled, "You almost made me lose a bet." She said flipping her bangs out of her eyes
"Huh?"
"The bet. I said you would be in here before 10. Cutting it kinda close."
"What have you got for me on Craven?"
"Jesus Summers. I just barely get her open and here you are bombarding me with questions probably wanting a miracle."
"Just tell me what you got."
"Ok," Fred said talking off her goggles and placing the on her head, "the slash to the throat is what initially killed her. She was dead when her chest was cut open."
"Tell me what the incisions look like. Am I looking for a doctor or amateur?" Buffy asked looking at the body, remorse filled her heart
"Not a doctor. Definitely not a doctor. Too amateurish. I would say he would have to have some sort of medical background. Maybe a butcher or an apprentice to a doctor or surgeon. The incisions and cuts are too jagged and rough to be a pro. He has to have some sort of medical education though because he knew where everything was, he shoved the organs aside carefully to get his prize."
"Thanks. I'll want that report on my desk in two hours."
"Damn miracle" was all Buffy heard when she walked through the double doors to the autopsy room.