Olivia sat in a room off the one six squad room, alone. She had notes written down next to her, everything she had found on the Drenee ship. Tony Eads, the computer wiz had broken in to the memorial site, set Olivia up an account and password and sent it from the site. Olivia had her access, now she had to blend in.
The online service kicked off in full swing, a familiar name popped up on the screen, HouseOfDrenee was leading the memorial. The blogger posted a comment to the forum after every expected member, and Olivia had logged in.
'My fellow shippers, today is a very sad day. Since Drenee was so cruelly stolen from us, I have felt nothing. My life is empty. You are my family and we shall never let Drenee be ship has NOT yet sailed, Drenee is forever in our hearts! We shall forever keep Drenee alive. Drew MacIntyre and Renee Dagger, RIP. Philippa Williams and George Vandabelt, RIP.'
Olivia read quickly as the OTP shippers began paying their respects. Olivia wrote a simple three worded sentence to show her sadness. No one suspected her, although everyone was cautious. HouseOfDrenee spoke up again, reminding everyone of the scans he was running for unwelcome visitors who might have found a way in; seconds later, he confirmed he was happy and began sharing videos and photos with everyone. Many shippers shared memories; only one person didn't want to share memories, one person gave a code.
'Blue Lights Free Zone.'
This caught Olivia's attention, another shipper began making a dominant presence in the forum, this person was named ForeverLovingDrenee89.
Sarah Mendez was ForeverLovingDrenee89, she began typing ferociously, she was the reason Olivia would find out what this memorial really was.
'Everyone logged in is registered & meant to be here.' HouseOfDrenee gave a small thumbs up emotion, and Sarah began typing again. 'The cops are useless. My source says there's more than one shipper killing. You guys hear about those lesbian girls? They were a ship too! And no one is commenting yet on the disappearance of Sabrina Brook and Scott Preston!'
Olivia's heart pounded, why had no one mentioned Sabrina and Scott to her? Did anyone even know yet? She dialled Elliot's desk phone, he picked up instantly. He'd made short work at the crime scene, it was as useful to him as a chocolate teapot.
"El, I need you to get in touch with Sabrina Brook or Scott Preston, preferably both."
"Another couple?"
"Something like that, we need to know why they haven't been reported missing yet."
"Sure ting Liv, how's it going in there?"
"We're being called out by Drenee shippers, but other than that, slowly."
Elliot smiled, "Okay, well you have fun!"
Olivia smiled and hung up the phone, she had been keeping an eye on the screen but went back to reading what Sarah had to say.
'The police are doing nothing! Sweet FA! Me and HOD are going to do our own investigating. Anyone want in? PM me after the memorial. Oh, and clearly, don't even think about trying to help if you're not in New York. That would be pointless.'
Someone commented on Sarah being touchy and was swiftly booted from the forum. Olivia took it upon herself to type something, trying to be constructive, she typed;
'Hey Forever, I live in NYC & totally agree with you about the cops! I want in.'
There was no answer, Olivia thought she'd blown her chances of talking to Sarah, until a message popped up. A Private message.
'Olivia. Haven't seen you around here before... Who invited you in today?'
Olivia replied, 'Leon emailed me my password this morning.'
A few seconds later, Sarah replied again; the detective realised she was live chatting with the shipper. 'Leon is like that! I swear, if his head wasn't screwed on he'd lose it on an hourly basis. Anyway, what's your ASL?'
'22/F/NYC... You?'
'Same, so, you want in?'
'Yeah! If the cops can't do their job, we have to! Someone has to get Drenee justice, right!'
'Totes! We're meeting on the South side of Central park tonight. 8pm. Wear the signature red.' With that, Sarah logged off.
Olivia stood up and walked out to Elliot, she looked at him and smiled, "Where's officer Lopez?"
"Taking her smoke break, why? You got a meet?"
"I haven't, but Olivia Lopez does." Olivia winked and made her way to the officer downstairs.
Maria Lopez was a beautiful young lady, she had bright green eyes, dark curly hair that sat in perfect ringlets and a smile that could capture the attention of almost everyone. Maria had recently celebrated her thirtieth birthday, but looked like she belonged in college.
"Olivia." The officer smiled, "What can I do for you?"
"You've heard about the actors who were found dead?" Olivia questioned, she watched Maria nod and exhale smoke. "We've got you a meet tonight, eight pm."
"Sure, what do I need to know?" The perky woman said, smiling again.
Olivia smiled softly, "Why don't I show you? You can study everything I have." Watching Maria stub out her cigarette, Olivia put her arm around the woman's shoulders and walked her up to the one six squad room.
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Elliot and Munch had spread their crime scene photos across a board in the squad room, everything had been looked at at least a dozen times, but nothing was jumping out at them.
"'The Devil's whores'" Munch quoted from the crime scene photo, "So this is a religious thing?"
"What happened to Thou Shalt not kill?" Elliot asked.
Munch shrugged, "Maybe these are killing Christians."
"Who love TV?"
Munch stood up and pointed at Elliot, "Exactly! TV loving, bible reading Christian killers!"
Elliot smirked to himself, "It's a theory."
The men stayed confused for a few minutes, Olivia and Maria entered the squad room. Olivia looked at the board, "You guys know Maria," Olivia paused.
"Happy belated birthday." Elliot said.
Munch trotted to his desk with an uplifting attitude, "We got you a card, although someone forgot to send it." He informed on his return handing the woman a pink envelope.
"Fin?" she asked playfully.
"He must have put it in my desk and not reminded me to send it." Munch winked.
Olivia who had smiled, was lost in thought. Her mind was rapidly thinking about the blood smeared words that surrounded the two women. Elliot had noticed her silence and recognised the look she had in her eyes.
"What're you thinking?"
Olivia broke her eye contact, "What if Devil's whores isn't a bad thing?"
"What do you mean?"
"What if our perp is a devil worshipper? We've been so focused on the shippers and how the fandoms work, but what if it's deeper than that? What if the die hard fans that are killing these couples are working on behalf of the devil. Or at least what they believe the devil wants them to do."
"Delusional, TV loving, non bible reading, killing Theistic Satanists. We've got our work cut out for us!" Munch chipped in again.
Olivia sighed heavily, "But it makes no sense, if that were the case, then Philippa and George would have had a signature too."
Maria and Olivia walked away from the board, Olivia had to teach everything she knew about Drenee to Maria.
She started off by showing her the profile on the private forum where the memorial took place;
'Name: Olivia Lopez
User ID: Drenee4Keep22
Age: 22
Total Drenee die hard. Philippa & George own my heart. Georgia shipper. Drew and Renee are forever. My OTP. Georgia is OBVIOUSLY happening. My heart beats for Drenee. Lover, hater, free spirit, singer & gamer.
"The stars aline when you're in my arms." - Drew to Renee. Favourite line ever. The Drenee hug killed me.
PM me or email me
Lopez xoxo'
/
Sabrina's eyes were red and puffy, her wrists were bloody and raw. She whimpered softly; her heart was no longer pounding, Jenny and her huge bear like partner hadn't visited in hours. Her mind wandered to a better time, when she was singing with Scott after they completed their first season together; they belted Living on Prayer, giving it all they had.
As her ears filled with the song, playing louder over and over again, the door unlocked, heavy dead bolts were dragged.
Scott was still unconscious, dehydration forced an undeniable, relentless headache upon him until his body slowly gave up the battle. His eyes had rolled back in to his head, his lips dried out leaving a pale flakey maze behind.
A thudding entered the room, the beats of the man's feet tore the tune from Sabrina's head replacing them with fear.
"Darlene, how're you feeling?" The woman smiled softly, her tone was kind; Jenny was not the shy intern who loved to work, who never put a step out of line. She was calm, almost dream like; her smile made her face light up. She was in control.
Sabrina glared at Jenny, confusion had swallowed the actress and was yet to spit her back out. "Scott needs medical treatment Jen. He needs to go to the hospital."
"Who's Scott?" Jenny asked ignorantly.
Sabrina shouted in frustration, a huge 'Urgh' left her mouth. "He's right there! He's right fucking there!"
Jenny lashed out slapping Sabrina's tired face; anger rose in her eyes, the stare was back again. Taking a deep breath in, then exhaling, Jenny balled her fingers into a fist, then stretched her fingers out. "I will help Jason."
"His name is Scott!" Sabrina whispered again.
Jenny clawed at the woman's breast peeling the skin. "Your fiance will be fine Darlene. I'll see to that." The assistant walked around to Scott, looking at his face she smiled. "You two are so perfect for each other." Jenny held a small shoulder bag and dumped it on the floor; she looked up and grinned to herself, the devil, was back. Pulling Scott's arm, she strapped it up, a thick healthy vein presented itself to her, she slipped the needle under his skin, slicing the blue blood tube with one easy movement. She hung up the bag, Saline dripped in to his body.
"I told you I'd help him." Jenny turned away from them both. "He should be awake in an hour, I'll be back then."
Jenny took the same pills she had done before and pushed them in to Sabrina's mouth. "I'm going to be a hero, do you know how many people want you and Jason to have a baby? I'm going to make it happen." Jenny paused, "Today."
Sabrina broke down, she begged Jenny with everything she had; "Jenny, please. Jen, Jen!" Jenny didn't even turn around. "JEN!" Sabrina screamed at her, "You bitch! You sick bastard! Why the hell are you doing this to me! Someone get me out of here!"
Jenny's head tilted to the left, she stretched her neck as a surge of anger coursed through her entire being; she ran at the woman cursing at her, she threw punch after punch at the defenceless woman. She ripped her clothes, pulling them leaving nothing but rags barely resembling clothes. Jenny dragged her nails in to Sabrina's jaw, blood seeped from the crescent splits in her skin, Jenny straddled Sabrina, her face had adopted a new shade of anger; the woman leant in and bit the actresses cheek until more blood spilled. "Whatever you think you are, whatever you've been told Darlene, you are nothing but a dirty little whore who was given a second chance. If it wasn't for me, you'd be a no one; you think you have everything so easy, but you don't. I'm about to take your world and turn it the fuck upside down, I can do it easily, or I can kill you in the process. Take your pick Darlene, but I warn you. Pick very carefully."
Thank you for reading, please review constructively. All feed back welcome – Once again I need to thank Laura for helping me develop this idea. Without her, this would not be possible.