A/N: Hi guys! I'm back!
This is a group fanfic. We at one of the CJ forums arouns (http/charmedscripts.tv/cj/board come check it out... :D ) had a challenge where we each had to create a character. So it kind of spiralled from there and turned into a fanfic! We are writing chapters.
This first chapter is mine. My character was the dashing Marcus Camerez. (pronounced Cam-ee-rez - lmao.) Let me introduce you to the other girls from the forum and their characters!
Name (Nickname) - Character.
Andrea (ChileCJ) - Dr. Jess Stanford
Carol (anarcharlie) - Agent Charlotte Fox
Carlie (Lilyjnr) - Dr. Caroline EllenMaher
Elsa (Forensic Paws) - Kadence Houston
Celine (6sou) - Detective Hannah Cœurvay
Well there you have it! Okay I'll keep you updated on what chapter was written by who, okay? Please review, you'll have six girls sqealing! Thanks a bunch, guys.
I can't speak for the others but I know I don't own anything affiliated with whatever it is we're talking about. All we own is our refresahingly original characters! Please be nice to the newcomers! (Not us...the characters. LOL)
Anyway this is MY chapter. LMAO. The others will come soon:P
Chapter 1: Old Friends New Enemies
"Garret, come dance!" Jordan called, beckoning to her boss, who was sitting at the bar. She had poked her head out of the mass of motion that was Friday night's crowd at the bar that they all frequented at times. He smiled indulgently and shook his head.
"Not a good idea," he called, watching her come closer, through the crowd of people. She sat on the stool next to him.
"What's up?" she asked, but he could tell she was distracted.
"Nothing," he said. "I'm on duty, you know."
She nodded, grinning. "Me too." She shrugged.
"Hey Jordan get over here!" Woody called. Jordan patted Garret on the shoulder and left. Garret grinned. He was glad they had come, the whole lot of them, the week had been tough, not to mention long. He and Jordan, the two ME's on call for the night, could only hope that the residents of Boston would act responsibly for once, and not get themselves killed. But there wasn't much chance of that. As long as there was humanity, there would be stupid people doing stupid things and getting themselves or someone else killed.
Garret suppressed a laugh as Jordan and Woody came into view, but they weren't dancing, rather arguing. She glanced over at him and winked, and he grinned back. Woody looked indignant, obviously not cottoning on to the fact that she was deliberately goading him. They disappeared out of sight again, voices still raised in a mock argument.
Garret's phone buzzed in his pocket, and he sighed heavily before pulling it out. "Macy," he said irritably.
"Now now, Garret, don't be so harsh on your…um…phone. I could be ringing to tell you you've won a million dollars and decide otherwise when you decide to be rude!"
"I don't…" he stopped, as something hit him. "Marcus?" he asked.
"Hey Garret," the man on the other end said. "Look I'm not going to hang around yapping about useless crap, this is costing me money you know. Come down to the precinct and we can get reintroduced. There's something I want to show you."
"I have to…"
"Consider it a call out. It is, really. I was just saving dispatch the trouble. Come."
The phone went dead and Garret was left with an extremely confused expression on his face, as he stood up.
Walking towards the door, he tapped Lily, who was deep in conversation with Nigel, Bug looking on rather amused, on the shoulder.
"Hey I'm just stepping out for a bit. Tell the others to go home before 6am will you?"
"Where are you going?" she asked.
He paused. "Callout," he said.
Lily nodded, waved and turned back.
Garret couldn't make a head or tail of it. What was Marcus Camerez doing back here? Last he had heard of the man he had moved to Nebraska, about four odd years ago, to take care of his dying mother. Garret sighed; he had really missed the detective when he left. He had probably been the closest male friend Garret had had as an adult. He grinned, wondering how Jordan would take his reappearance. He knew the two had been semi-close, sometimes clashing but more often than not able to work together because they had the same drive, the same motivation.
He turned into the precinct car park almost reluctantly, procrastinating. Would the man look the same? Would he be the same?
He didn't have to wonder for long.
"Garret!" a tall, dark man walked into sight as the ME was getting out of his car. "You always park in the same spot. Without fail. You know I was thinking of parking here just to screw you around." He was suppressing a grin, but it burst out of his confines and he stepped forward, greeting his old friend with a perfunctory embrace, and stepping back.
"You don't look too much older," the man said. Garret laughed heartily. The younger man was only about six years Garret's junior, but still cracked a joke about his age at every opportunity.
"You do," Garret said, and meaning it. There was a streak of grey hair at his temples, one that had not been present four years ago, and lines around his eyes. "When did you get back?"
"Yesterday," Camerez said, shrugging. Garret raised an eyebrow.
"You don't muck around," he said.
"Well, I'll come to the reason for my somewhat unorthodox contact with you at 10pm soon. But for now, why not exchange pleasantries? What's happening with your wife?"
"Ex wife," Garret corrected.
"Oh," Camerez said. "The divorce went through? I really didn't think it would. Anyway."
"Yeah," Garret said. "How was your mother?" He had a feeling he should not have asked and knew he was right when Camerez's face closed over momentarily.
"She died," he said.
"I guessed," Garret said. "You okay?"
"Yeah, of course. It was a couple of years back."
There was a pause. "How about we go inside?" the detective said, and Garret nodded.
"So you back here for good?"
"Lets not get ahead of ourselves," Camerez said. "But I was transferred back here, and I think they're getting sick of me transferring."
"Why'd you come back, Marcus?"
"Sorry, I forgot you never wanted to see me again."
"If you just missed us, you would have been back straight after your…obligations ended. Instead you wait a few years."
"I wanted to spend some time with my sister."
"Bull. She lives in Idaho now."
"Keeping tabs on my family, Garret," Camerez said in an unreadable tone. "How nice."
"You weeren't planning on coming back," Garret said, a little hurt.
Camerez didn't answer, until they came to a door.
"Didn't give you your old office?" Garret asked. Camerez flashed him a grin.
"I'm working on it. A couple of murders solved and I'm home free."
He shut the door behind them and urged the ME to sit. Camerez himself sat down opposite.
"Now I'm going to tell you something," he said.
"Oh goodie," Garret said dubiously, recognising the tone. Camerez smiled.
"Back in Nebraska, about a month ago, we had a body come in."
"Woah, alert the press!" Garret said.
"I see your sarcasm hasn't waned in my absence," Camerez said dryly. "Though you can't compete with me."
"I actually think Jordan beats you," Garret said, deliberately bringing up the name to see the reaction. There was none, though if he were to look under the table he would see a pair of tightly clenched hands.
"Ha," Camerez said lightly. "Anyway. There was a body. Nothing special, stab wound to the neck, nothing else. We did what we had to do. Then I noticed the Feds hanging around, trying to get information on the case."
"And naturally you made it as hard as possible for them," Garret said.
"Actually, I didn't. I met up with this nice one from DC, I believe her name was Foxie."
"Foxie?" Garret scoffed. Camerez shook his head.
"It's not important. Anyway she kindly informed me that there was a serial killer 'on the loose' and for us to kindly cooperate then we'd be on our way. Of course I pressed her for more information but she wasn't able to divulge any. Such a pity," he said, shaking his head, causing Garret to wonder.
"Anyway I took the case personally, and was getting no leads, when another one came in. Foxie reared her head again and I…demanded more information. All she could tell me was that this killer has been at it for a few years, in different states. Supposedly random states, they had not been able to connect them in any way. Apparently he began in DC, which is how Foxie caught the case. He kills three members of the general public, all in the span of three weeks, then kills one of the people who has been trying to catch him. At least he tries, once or twice he failed. Not in Nebraska though. He killed my partner."
Garret sighed. "I'm sorry," he said.
"Don't worry about it," Camerez said. "It'll be he who is sorry when we catch him. I managed to give the FBI the slip, they always screw everything up."
"What does this have to do with…"
"He's here, Garret," Camerez said. "He's in Boston."
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"We had better call it a night," Woody said. He, Jordan and Lily were sitting at the bar, Nigel and Bug having gone home a couple of hours before.
Jordan sighed reluctantly. "Yeah, maybe," she said, and was saved further answer by her cell ringing.
Another sigh and a 'yep I'll be there' later, and she was standing up. "I gotta run. No rest for the wicked."
"What is it?"
"Murder," Jordan said tightly, swinging her bag over her shoulder.
"I'll come," Woody said.
"No no, you're not on call, go home."
Woody shrugged and nodded. "Rightio. See you tomorrow then."
Jordan waved to the two and walked out.
When she arrived at the scene she opened her car door and jumped out.
"Hey, you the medical examiner?" a woman was in her face before she could even get her bearings.
"Yeah, Jordan Cavanaugh," she said, squinting, trying to make out the face. It was one she did not recognise.
"Detective Hannah Cœurvay," the shorter woman said, holding her hand out towards Jordan. The ME took is and shook. "Homicide."
"Pleased to meet you, Detective," Jordan said. "What do we have?"
"Caucasian female. Single stab wound to the side of the neck. Anything else is up to you to decide," the detective said. She had the faintest trace of a French accent.
Jordan knelt down at the body.
"I'd put TOD at about six to seven hours ago," she told the detective after determining liver temperature.
"Okay," Cœurvay said, jotting it down in her notebook.
"Defensive wounds, some cuts to the hands. Bruising around her neck, appearing to be post mortem." Jordan stood up. "Can't tell you much more until we get her back to the morgue. You got photos?"
Cœurvay beckoned a uniformed officer over.
"Kade," she said. "We need some photos over here."
A young woman ran over and started to methodically photograph the body. Jordan raised an eyebrow and looked at the detective questioningly.
"Trying to make detective," Cœurvay said in an undertone. "A little over enthusiastic but a good heart."
Jordan nodded. Kade finished the photos and stood, watching Jordan as she beckoned the people who were to take the woman to the morgue.
"Hi, I'm Kade," she said, holding her hand out. Jordan glanced at Cœurvay, who smiled lightly, and shook the girl's hand.
"Hey Kade," she said. "Where you from?"
Kade looked taken aback. "You can tell I'm out of town?" she asked. Jordan frowned, she hadn't really thought about it.
"Yeah," Jordan said, suppressing a laugh.
"I transferred from Wisconsin about a week ago," she said, beaming. Jordan smiled. De ja vu, she thought with a grin.
"Nice to meet you Kade. I have to get back to the morgue now."
"Okay," the woman said. "I'll send over the photographs."
Both Cœurvay and Jordan watched in amusement as she walked away.
"Like I said…" the detective said, trailing off. Jordan grinned.
"Okay, I'll call you when I…" Jordan stopped abruptly, staring over the detective's shoulder. Two men were climbing out of a car. One was Garret, and one was a tall man that Jordan was sure she wouldn't ever see again.
"I have to go," she said stiffly to the detective, and walked off.
"Hey, Garret," Jordan said, avoiding the other man's eye. "Detective."
"Hey Jordan," the two said in unison, and laughed.
"What are you doing here? I got this."
"Okay," Garret said, looking around in interest. "Who is the detective here?"
"A detective Cœurvay," she said, pointing. Garret nodded, and glanced at Camerez.
"Let her have it," the detective said. "At least let her think she has it."
Jordan frowned. "Exactly what do you mean by that, detective?" Jordan asked, looking fiercely at Camerez, who flinched at the formal tone in her voice.
"I'm going to go and check it out," Garret said, and walked off.
"Hey Jordan," Camerez said softly. "I hoped to see you before…"
"When did you get back?" she demanded.
"Yesterday," he said. She frowned. It was a shock, a big shock. It had hurt her when he had left.
"Why did you leave, Marcus?" she asked. "I tried to reach you but…"
"I didn't want to be found."
Jordan nodded. "I know the feeling."
Camerez glanced questioningly at her. "I think we may need to do a little catching up, doctor," he said.
"I have to get back to work," she said. He nodded.
"I guess I'll see you around then," he said, and she turned and walked away, not glancing back.
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