No Gangsta Love
Disclaimer: I don't own them just Jay and the KOB*K is mine.
Please Review and Enjoy!
Ch3: Bad Reasons
I don't believe in coincidences I believe everything happens for a reason. I'm walking inside a home in the same 'hood' where I met Jay. This cannot be good.
I walk in behind Warrick, our victim was in his living room on his couch and ice pick sticking out the side of his neck, his body slumped forward his hand reaching for something.
"Say hello to Adonis Lawson also known as 'A New Don' his parole officer called it in... So far canvas has turned up nothing" I snap many photos of the body.
"Give me a hand" David says as him and Warrick push the body back, his shirt was black but he had a red shirt on underneath. "Rigor is set that would put death 12 hours ago between 10 and midnight"
"Wrong colors" I say snapping a photo.
"What was he pointing to?" Warrick says walking to the end-table he opens up the draw. "Oh lookie here" Warrick held up an Uzi. "How the hell you miss this?" Warrick says to the PO I snap a few photos.
"Listen here bud I search his place randomly once a month I haven't searched it yet this month" the old man said chomping on a toothpick.
"Bag it we will process it later"
"I got a blood trail here" I say, the blood trail is strange the right footprint was smeared like the perp had a limp.
"11... And a half inches give or take that would make a size thirteen"
After a few hours of evidence collecting. I went outside I look around the mood of the 'hood' is certainly different from times I came with Jay. It's like a ghetto ghost town. I look forward and see a white cross by the sidewalk across the street. I put my camera in my kit and walk across the street; I smell the flowers that surrounded the cross. It had writing on it 'For our boy Ty Heldon'
I feel a little hand touch my shoulder. I look it and it was a boy maybe 11 or 12 he looked the part of little thug but no way was a thug. He was dirty and looked hungry, it's a shame. Boys like this one are called Scrappers, and they are all over the hood.
The women here are treated like gods if they do what the guys ask. This is usually prostitution, or when someone has to talk to the police because they had to be clean except the older ones. Jay said the women are Amys short for Amethyst the purple gem.
I process the ice pick I place it in the chamber and evaporate some super glue. I photograph the partial print and as it loads in the computer I leave to see Warrick.
I threw away my gloves and Warrick nearly tackles me over as he bumps into me in the hallway.
"Easy Warrick" he was nearly out of breath he grabs my forearm and pulls me into my dink of an office.
"You have to see these results" I shook off his grip.
"What?"
"The gun has a body on it"
"Who?" I read the file.
"Tyler Heldon" I felt my stomach drop and literally hit the floor. "I figured I should give you a heads up..."
"I hope you know Catherine you are off the case" Grissom said from the doorway.
"Why?"
"Do I need to remind you that you the victim is now the lead suspect in you ex-husband's brother murder...? Don't fight me on this Catherine" Grissom said taking a phone call leaving. Grissom is on drugs if he thinks I'm just going to back off.
After shift I stopped at Jay's house I was actually parked on the street across from his house. I see Jay's door open and a woman leave Jay follows her holding her hand.
I interrupt their make out session as I walk to his driveway. I clear my throat and they stop.
"Hi Miss Cate, this is Monique... Monique this is Catherine Chance and McKenna's mother" Jay says fiddling with his hat which was white. Monique was a tall African American woman with a Halle Berry haircut.
"Hello"
"Hi" I say Monique fakes a smile.
"I'll give you a phone call" Monique said reluctantly letting go of Jay's hand. She drives away, and Jay starts walking away.
"I have to talk to you" I reply grabbing his arm.
"Are you trying to get me thrown back in prison?" he says I feel his hot breath on my face. I look away as does he.
Jay isn't allowed to my house but I am allowed to his, after many people tried to explain this to him he still doesn't understand.
I look at his back as he turns around lighting a cigarette, the tattoo removal crème barely worked but then again he did get more. I saw a new KOB*K tattoo on the back of his neck just barely though his haircut was similar to a Mohawk but not quite.
"Bad habit" I say he turns around and blows the smoke in the air and puts the cigarette out on the ground.
"What do you want?"
"Are you backing with the gang?"
"Why?"
"What do you mean, why? They tried to kill you"
"It's late..." Jay says turning around walking back to his house he's back with the gang.
"You son of a bitch you are!"
"Why did you come over?"
"We found a suspect in your brother's murder"
"Who?"
"Where were you last night?"
"I brought the twins to go see a movie we went out to eat and Carly met up with us there we left got back here round 8:30 maybe 9, the twins went straight to bed as did I... Why?"
"Do you know Adonis Lawson?"
"No..."
"What size foot are you?"
"Why all the questions?" Jay says defiantly.
"The police are going to want to speak with you" I say turning around.
"Catherine what is going on? You're coming over here in the middle of the night playing 20Q, why?" he turns me around but quickly puts his hands up in a surrendering gesture.
"I had to get answers"
"To my foot size? What's really going on? Am I in trouble?"
"I don't know... Kiss the twins for me" I said leaving.
Reviews Please!