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Chapter Two:Going Cold.

One week later

"Officer Mace," Bay called as she walked through the bull pin to her office.

"Yeah lieutenant?" Mace Replied. Today she had her blond hair thrown up into a tight bun.

"I wanted to thank you for your aide on the Thompson case. We worked good together. Any objection to working together in the future?" Bay asked as she tended to a file she had found on her desk.

"No ma'am, I mean yes ma'am." Mace smiled. "I would love to work with you again Lieutenant Kennish."

"Good," Bay said. "Dismissed."

As Mace left Bay's phone buzzed on her desk. It was a warning that the commander was making his way to the bull pin and he was requesting everyone's presence.

As expected Commander Willing waltzed into the bull pin. His face was old with deep wrinkles. He has thirty-five years of street cop under his belt. So his eyes seemed to scan you as they gazed around.

Bay used the frame of her door for support as she lean on it. She could tell he had something to say, but it didn't seem overly important.

"It seems that this unit has a high rate of cold cases." He said, his voice booming into the room. "So everyone who has down time needs to pick of a case and make it your priority. For those who have a case needs to pick up a cold case, and work it when they can."

Everyone in the room grumbled a bit. There was nothing more tedious than working a cold case. Bay wanted to grumble to but she was the Lieutenant. When the Commander made eye contact with her she nodded to let him know she understood.

The Commander left and then she could see he had brought a cart of cold cases with him. "Okay you all heard him," Bay said as she walked to the pile. "Every body take a file and work the case." Bay grabbed the top file and walked to her office. She didn't have an active case so she was to work this one.

Bay yawned as she leaned back in her chair. She closed her eyes to rest them a moment before she got to work. She hated where her mind brought her. It was the night of graduation. Everyone was so happy. Bay and Emmett ended up spending most of the night together. The two of them were kind of dating at that point. She was so tired of trying not to love him and it was just easer to give in. So the night of the graduation they were together and one thing led to another. She had never thought it could be so...passionate. Ty was good, but Emmett was, well Emmett. Maybe that made a difference. Emmett should have stayed the night, but Bay told him he should go before her parents found him naked in her bed. He left and that was the last time she saw him. There was evidence of a struggle in Emmett's room. And so much blood. They said the possibility of Emmett being alive was slim. There was a flower peddle found on Emmett's pillow. They believe it came from one of the flowers that sat on the dinning table.

The sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted her thoughts. "Lieutenant Kennish?" Mace said standing in Bay's door way. ""Your phone is going off." She said fiddling with her fingers.

Bay looked down to her phone. It had three missed calls. Great she had fallen asleep. Her phone buzzed and a message came through. She just caught another case. "Mace, with me."

"Lieutenant," A officer said the moment she was on scene. He nodded to Mace. "My partner and I were the first on scene. We got a call from a frantic woman. She is now waiting in the car." He added before she could speak.

"Okay, get this secured off and back up those gawkers." She said pointing over her shoulder to the small crowed that was inching closer by the second.

"Yes sir," The officer said before motioning to his partner and getting to work.

Bay put in gloves and looked over the body. She clicked on her recorder, "Female, Looks to be in her late thirties." She said into it. The victim lay face down in the front lawn of a home, possibly her own. Bay stood. She could see a nasty wound on the back of the victims head. It looked like it could be cause of death.

There was no blood. So the body had to have been moved, but why move it here? "What do you see Mace?" She asked Mace who bent down to get a closer look at the body.

"Female. Could be in her late thirties early forties. She had a blow to the head, yet no blood." Mace said, her brows pulling together.

"Which suggest?" Bay prompted.

Mace covered her mouth as she thought it out. "Oh," She said pointing to the sky, suggesting she got an idea. "She was move. This is not the original crime scene."

"Bingo." She said, as she patted the victims pockets. "There is a wallet," She said for the record. She opened it. "Victims name is Elise Laura Jane. She is thirty-eight. According to her license she resides here." Bay patted the other pocket. "Victims keys are on person. I am going to go in and check out residents. Officer Mace with me."

The two entered the house. Bay signaled for Mace to take out her gun. "NYPSD, We are searching this residents. If anyone is here make yourself know," Bay called. No response.

They two cleared the first floor before going to the second floor. The home was tidy and homely. Due to they child toys the woman was either a mother or in company of children whether it be babysitting or younger family members. They came to the master bedroom and Mace's gasps about summed it up.

"Oh my god, I think I am going to be sick." Mace said.

Bay looked over her shoulder to her. "Sit, put your head between you knees. Breath," She said. Mace went down without a word.

"Master bedroom looks to be the original crime scene. The bed is soaked in, what I assume to be the victim's blood. There seems to be a struggle. A small round table has been knocked over.

"Hey LT." A bans voice boomed into the room.

Bay looked over her shoulder at the man. He was as tall as he was loud. His sandy blond hair was cut close to his scalp and his dark brown eyes scanned to room with sorrow. "My team is ready when you are done," He said.

"Hey Barns," She said back. He was the captain of his crime scene investigators and the best damn team in New York in Bay's opinion. "Go ahead and call them up." She said as she walked past him. "You doing okay officer?" She asked Mace, who just nodded. She remembered being where Mace is now. That was before you were used to all the blood. She did not miss being a newbie.

"The ME is down with the body," Barns said. She acknowledged him with a nod before leaving the room.

"No sign of B and E." She said as she examined the door. "So perhaps she knew her attacker." She said as Mace slowly made her way down the stairs. "Go to the ME and see if they can confirm COD. I am going to look around one more time."

Bay slowly made her way around the house one last time. There was no other signs of struggle. It all took place in the bedroom. Lovers quarrel gone bad? She made her way back to the door. Why leave the body outside? Why not leave the body in the bed? Something cough her eye as she was about to leave. Next to the door was a table and next to that was a single rose pedal. Bay picked it up. She didn't see any flowers here. Perplexed, she left the residents.

"ME thinks cause of death is a blow to the head. There are no other major wounds and no sign of sexual assault."

"Okay." Bay said. She made her way back to her car. "Lets put her info into the system and see what we get." She said once Mace joined her. Mace pulled out her tablet.

"Okay, she has a clean record. Owns her own bakery. Elise's Goodies. She is single with one child. Her mother is listed as an emergency contact."

"Does the mother have an address?" Bay asked.

Mace read off the address. "She lives a few blocks from here." She said sounding sad.

"Yeah," Bay said with a sigh. Lets get this over."

Bay took a sigh of relief when she was finally back in her office. The day had been long and telling the vics mother her daughter was dead had been awful. Thank god she was spared having to tell the kid. Notifying next of kin was the worst part of the job. If there is ever a point where it isn't, it's time to quit.

Bay sat in her office and turned on her recorder. "Victim is Thirty-eight year old Elise Laura Jane. She had blond hair and brown eyes. Employment, she owns her own bakery called Elise's Goodies. Last seen was about five pm the previous day. COD is likely the blow to the head. No sign of sexual assault. No forced entry suggesting victim may have known suspect. We canvassed the area, knocked on doors, no one saw or heard anything."

Bay clicked it off. So much blood. She shook her head. She had been on the job for five years and still it seems to shock her. Not a case goes by that she doesn't think' and I thought I have seen it all.'

"Why is it that I always have to come and fetch you?" Stark asked from the door.

Bay looked up surprised to see him. She glanced to her clock and it read one am. "I didn't realize how late it was." Bay said.

"You never really do," Stark said with that charming smile of his.

"Yeah I guess you are right." Bay said standing. "Lets go home."

A week later.

"I have nothing." Bay said to herself. She had been working this case for a week and nothing. There was no evidence pointing anywhere. No finger prints. No fibers or hairs. No one saw anything or heard anything. Everyone Elise knew said the same things. Out side of her work she was quite and shy. She didn't party or hang out with anyone they knew of. She had a date a few nights before she was murdered, but that was a dead-end to. They guy was at a meeting in California. He did not return home until the day before yesterday and it all panned out.

Her phone buzzed again. Making her want to scream. Daphne had been bugging her about coming home for a couple of weeks. Bay tried to tell her she couldn't leave while she was investigating and active case, but Daphne want above her to her commander and he all but told her she needed to go on vacation. The case was going cold and she could work it from KC.

How was she supposed to fight that? She couldn't tell Daphne she didn't want to go and she couldn't ignore her commanders wishes. Mace could work the case in New York and she could keep at it in KC. She gave an exaggerated sigh as she poured herself another cup of coffee.

"How is my favorite cop?" Stark asked standing in her door way.

"Tired, aggravated," She replied putting her cup down on her desk. "It looks like I am being forced to go home. I can work my case there and have Mace work it on this end." She said in a tone that clearly said she did not want to go.

"Well now it seems you will just have to suck it up." He said with a cocky smile. "You could use the break love."

"I know," She said irritated. "I just don't like being forced to do something I don't want to do."

"Ah, well in that case I will simply request you call it a night and come home with me. We both need food and rest."

"What makes you think I didn't already eat?" Bay asked.

"I know you, Bay," He said simply.

"Are you demanding I eat?" She teased as she grabbed her coat off the back of her chair.

Yes, he said to himself. "Simply requesting," He said out loud.

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