Title: Love Too Young
Rating: FRT
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Just the idea.
Spoilers: None
Summary: What if Danny and Lindsay knew each other in high school? What if Lindsay lived in New York and moved away? This is WAY OUT THERE so be nice.
I apologize for the long wait. This just wouldn't write itself…
While writing this, I figured out I didn't know how to combine the personal stuff with the professional, so I opted to have an overview of development in the case at the beginning of every chapter.
And a special thanks to all those who have stuck by me in this. It's been more difficult to write than anticipated. I'll put ya all in my will ;)
As it would turn out, the body of 16 year old Jacob 'Jake' Perkins lay feet from that of Johnny Camaioni, 24, in the Fat Cat Pool Hall located on 7th and Bleeker.
Both victims had identical entry wounds, though Camaioni's was visibly more disturbed, meaning closer range. As it stood now, Perkins was four feet to the left of Camaioni, at an arcade machine splattered in blood. Camaioni had a through-and-through, while Perkins held the bullet somewhere in his side. That would mean, that whoever the shooter was, hit Camaioni first, then Perkins.
Although visibly there was no connection, further examination in the lab would be needed.
"Ms. Lindsay Monroe?"
"Yes." Lindsay had been sitting on her couch watching an old re-run of MASH, when the phone rang.
"This is Detective Mac Taylor from the New York Police Department." After Danny had given the name of Jake Perkins' birth mother, Mac had checked DNA samples to Ms. Monroe's service chart, after checking past hospital registration forms. Sure enough, they matched.
"What can I do you for Detective?" It wasn't uncommon for various Detectives from different jurisdictions to call each other. But something in this Detective Taylor's voice told Lindsay this wasn't just your average 'You have a suspect that I want' type of call.
"I have a few difficult questions to ask you."
"Pertaining to what?" Lindsay was now intrigued. Difficult questions?
"Sixteen years ago, you gave birth to a son."
Lindsay was dumbfounded.
"Oh… how do… you know that?" Well this was unexpected. Never in her life had she expected a New York Detective to know that. Never in her life had she talked with people outside her family about the child she birthed.
"I'm sorry but he's been a victim of a homicide." Mac had done this type of phone call numerous times before, but he still managed to become uncomfortable about talking with this woman, with whom had produced a child with one of his CSIs.
"Oh, my god...how...how do you know… it's… my son...I gave him up for adoption… before he was even born." Lindsay wasn't the type to stammer, but this was too much.
"We matched his DNA to your personal file." Mac stated. He figured since she was a CSI, she should have known about this, but he guessed shock had set in before the brain could process the evidence.
"How did..."
"Ms. Monroe," Mac didn't want to waist anytime on details. "If it's possible, I would like you to come to New York. I need a fresh sample of DNA and I need your personal information for a birth and death certificate. I also need your signature."
Lindsay had fallen silent.
"Oh...oh...oh... um..." Could she really just return to Yew York that easily? Too many memories…too little preparation…too close to him.
"I know this is difficult Ms Monroe, but you being a CSI, know this is necessary.
"Um... yes...I'm aware of that; um…ok...I'll make the arrangements..."
Mac told her the necessary information and expected her within the next 3 days.
Author's Note: I know Lindsay wouldn't have to come to NY just to fill out paperwork… I just had to figure out a way to have Lindsay come to NY. Sorry if it's too tar fetched.