Niks
Okay, I hate to admit it. Well, I hate to admit anything. Lee was right- damn it. Getting there early-who knew that that would get us a case, with the two hottest men in the city? I'm now getting scared of Lee's psychic powers right bout now. "Jo, please, start calling me Nikki. I am starting to really not like my proper Italian name. Even my ma don't call me Nicola." I tried to plead with her. "Or even Nika. Please, anything but the full name." I hate my Italian name. Seriously. I just don't like it. Never have.
"Okay, Nika." Hallelujah! Finally! No more Nicola. "You've got your camera?" Of course.
"Never leave the house without one. Suitcase is in the car." I answered as me and Lee got into our car. We followed Danville and Adam to the crime scene where the sexy men were. Stop it Carter. Now is not the time to play flirty. You're here to work. Damn it. We pulled up to the crime scene and got up to yellow police tape. I grabbed my camera and case full of lifts, fingerprint powders and uv lights and headed out. "What we got Flack?" He looked up from his notebook. "What, didn't think you'd see us two again? Oh man, my feelings are hurt." I smiled and Lee laughed. He shot me a look and started talking.
"Well, we have two bodies, the guy is Luka Feran and the girl is Carson Hunter, both 22 and students at NYU." This is gonna interesting to work.
"Thank you. I better get to work. You two get better acquainted without me." I sent a wink Lee's way. I know she fancies the dude, I mean, come on, what's not to love. I took my stuff and started to walk over to Messer. "By the way, you still owe me 10 bucks. Ci vediamo più tardi chica." I turned back around, continued walking and laid my case down. "Heya Messer." He turned to face me smiling.
"Call me Danny and I didn't catch your name." He indirectly asked as he held out his hand to shake. I shook it smiling.
"Nicola Carter. Girl you saw me with earlier is Kaylee Lake. But we don't like our full names. So it's Nikki and Lee. So, what we got so far?" I said, picking up camera and taking off the cover lens. I looked around for trace evidence. I could see him checking out my tattoo but never questioned it. I love guys who notice my tattoo and not my other features, if you see where I'm coming from. I ain't no plastic surgeon addict so they are real.
"Well Luka has a bullet hole to the head, so does Carson. But there is signs of blunt force trauma on Carson and not Luka." I can predict what type of crime this is.
"Delitto passionale." I murmured. Danny looked confused. "Crime of passion. If you look at how Luka is positioned, he looks like he's just been dumped on the floor (we are in an apartment by the way.) carelessly but if you look at how Carson is positioned, she's been put in the funeral position. Hands over her stomach. So even though she's got blunt force trauma and a bullet through the brain. The killer obviously cares about her enough to make sure she's like that." I should become a criminal profiler. Damn. I've seen enough crimes of passion to know when one is committed.
"We'll collect the evidence before working on our theories." He answered, going back to taking pictures but taking my theory into consideration. We got back to the lab a few hours later and me and Danny got called into autopsy. "Hey Doc." Man, his accent is -hmmmm, damn divine.
"Hey Danny. You must be Nicola Carter. Sid Hammerback. I've heard a lot about you." I nodded in appreciation.
"Call me Nikki and nothing but good things I hope. Nice to meet you. So, what do we have?" I smiled. I looked over Carson and there was pretty next to no much evidence as far as the eye could see anyway.
"Well, they were both killed with Glock .22 and that's where the similarities end. Luka has a broken jaw and defensive wounds on both arms. I collected some DNA evidence from under the fingernails so it seems that he got a few punches in as well." He handed Danny the DNA evidence and me the ballistics. He led us to the table where Carson laid. "Carson has vaginal tears, as well as 5 broken ribs, caved in skull, crushed trachea and a punctured left lung. Weapon on choice seems to be long, with a rounded edge, and was swung with force." Okay, processing.
"I still think my theory stands. So, who died first?" I am so blunt when it comes to these things. I was known for it at MDC (Miami Dade College).
"Luka was killed first and I would hazard a guess as to say that Carson was forced to watch and screamed to which the killer responded with the destroying of the trachea. That's all. Here's their clothes ready for processing. I'll give you guys a call if there's anything else." He handed me the clothes as I am the trace expert. I have the sharpest eye for attention. The glasses I wear only enhance it. We said our goodbyes to Sid and walked to our stations, slipping on the sparkling white lab coats as we came in. I opened up the plastic packaging and got to work on processing Luka's shirt.
"You're settling in okay then?" Danny asked in front of me. I looked up from the shirt and looked into his sky blue eyes. Goddamn it. So cute. I smiled and nodded. "So what's your story?" I wasn't going to get this done anytime soon.
"Nosy molto, non siamo." I said, he just looked at me confused. "First thing you should know. I'm half Italian and speak it fluently. I use it to insult people, piss people off and swear without the bosses noticing. He smiled at me friendly. I couldn't help but return it. E 'così caldo, io sono mezzo sorpreso non sto sbavando su di lui perché il ragazzo è sicuramente valsa la pena."How bout you Messer? Tell me something bout yourself."
"I'm part Italian too. I also used to play baseball. Also, I really like your tattoo." I had pushed up the sleeves of the lab coat past my elbows so my tattoo was visible. I smiled as he traced it gently. Going over the heart then the banner, then the cursive text 'Italian Lovin'. Damn it, this guy is such a tease. It was taking all my will power and strength to not drag him into a closet and lead the way from there. Dang it. Someone cleared their throat. I looked up. Lee. Ah cazzo. I was in for it now.,