Iceberg
Talk about awkward.
Lindsay tried to focus on processing evidence but she couldn't stop wondering why Danny was acting so strange. Yesterday they'd finally gotten back to some semblance of normal but now that tension was back.
"Found anything yet?" Danny's breath was on her ear. He was kneeling down behind her and was looking over her shoulder.
She tried not to shiver and shook her head, "No. Uh…some possible DNA from the bed…"
"Hopefully it'll tell us who was in the sheets with our guy."
"Most likely not," she sighed. "These kids probably wouldn't even show up in the system. Parents would've bought their way out of anything."
"Yeah…Well, nothing seems to be out of place or anything. Couple of strange fibers in the living room, but other than that, nothing."
Lindsay nodded, "We should um…process the rest of the place."
She quickly got her kit and walked to the kitchen as quickly as she could without looking like she was running away. From who, Danny?
CSI:NY
They spent the rest of the day processing the apartment from top to bottom. They bagged the glasses they found on the coffee table as well as the drinks for testing back in the lab. Nothing much was found out of the ordinary except for a needle which had fallen under the couch.
It was nearly five o'clock by the time they finally got away from the Upper East Side and back to the lab.
"Yo, Monroe!" Danny's head popped into their office. "Sid wants to see us in autopsy. Got to go find out what killed our other teenager."
Teenager? Kid? Their kid? "Wh-what?" she asked, confused.
"The victim? High school student? Autopsy with our resident Dr. Creepy?"
"Right, that. I know," she brushed past him and pressed the elevator button. She could feel him giving her a strange look and she just shrugged it off, "I'm fine."
He raised a questioning eyebrow as he joined her in the elevator.
"Seriously! Fine."
He opened his mouth to say something but shut it when the elevator doors opened again.
CSI:NY
"Second teenager in three days…" Sid muttered to himself. "What is happening to the world?"
Danny shrugged and gestured to the corpse on the table, "COD?"
"Pulmonary emphysema," Sid showed them a small puncture wounds in the back of his neck. "Your killer most likely injected him with some kind of poison or chemical. We're still waiting to get the blood back from tox."
"Thanks."
"Well, my guess is that the killer has been slipping him not that large a dose maybe once every two or three days. Probably didn't feel much until as of late. Whatever chemical the killer used caused the airways to become restricted and inflamed which made him hard to catch his breath."
"One to two months?" Danny asked incredulously. "And this guy just…didn't feel a thing?"
"Apparently so," Sid said as he clipped his glasses around his neck.
"Anything else?" Lindsay asked.
"Oh, yes! I did find some interesting scratch and bite marks on his back and shoulders. Difficult to say where he got them from."
"Mauled by a dog maybe?" Danny suggested.
Lindsay giggled and he grinned. Sid stared at the two with great interest.
"Sorry, Doc. Go on," Danny said.
"That's about it. Stomach contents from both your vics. I'll tell you if I find anything else."
"Thanks Sid," Lindsay took the two jars.
On their way out, Danny held the door open for her and she smacked into his chest trying to thank him.
Sid shook his head and chuckled to himself as they both bushed furiously, "Not that smart for a couple of CSIs."
CSI:NY
"Got anything
Lindsay?"
Lindsay. Not Montana. Lindsay sighed, "Nothing. I
lifted some prints off one of the glasses but they're not a match
to Jade or anyone else in the system. What about you?"
"Chemical used to kill Nick was…hydrochloric acid."
"Which is commonly used in…industries, pesticides, and tons of consumer products I could think of," Lindsay said. "Where does that get us? What kid would have access to an industry or loads of pesticide?"
"Wait a minute," Danny smiled. "It's also a chemical used in a lot of science experiments. Easily found in any school science lab. Burns your skin."
"So…we could be looking for someone who's taking a lot of science classes," she said. "Well that helps us…but we have no suspects to start with. The main one we had is now dead."
Danny sighed, "Nothing unusual came back on the stomach contents, and the fibers we found at the scene were a mixture of polyurethane and poly vinyl chloride."
"PU and PVC…synthetic leathers…but those are used for another dozen things."
"Yes, but these fibers are black and white…"
"So?"
"They're from a soccer ball."
"Now we're looking for someone who takes a bunch of science courses and kicks around a soccer ball…yet we still have no suspects. Great," she sighed and blew a stray hair away from her face.
It was bad enough having to look at the body of a dead teenage girl more than ten times a day, but it was even more frustrating not being any closer in catching her killer.
"So where do we go from here?" she asked, partly to Danny about the case, partly to herself about their current relationship status.
"Not sure, Montana, not sure."