The next day
I sat up at the sound of my phone ringing. I could hear the walking away music from the show "The Incredible Hulk" coming from the coffee table. I picked up my phone, and groaned, then answered it.
"Hello," I muttered.
"Charlie we've got another body. It was found in a park early this morning and the parks not far from your house," Chief Fury stated. I sighed.
"All right give me the address and ten minutes to get ready," I replied, getting up off the couch.
Chief Fury gave me the address which was only three blocks from my house. I hung up my phone, then jumped in the shower for a three minute rinse off. When I was done my shower I quickly dried then brushed my long straight brown hair. I pulled on a pair of black jeans, and a white shirt, then pulled on my black boots. I grabbed my keys, my phone, and my wallet and walked outside and to my car. I arrived at the crime scene a minute later. I pulled up to the curb and parked. I jumped out of my car and walked over to were the crime scene tape was. I quickly showed my badge to the officer guarding the scene and I walked over to where Bruce was examining the body.
"Same cause of death as the other victims, from what I can see that is," Bruce muttered as I bent down next to him.
"How long has she been dead?" I asked, looking over the body.
"Three hours," He replied. I sighed.
"Do we have an id yet?" I asked.
"Yeah the officer that arrived on the scene found her purse. Her name is Faith Duncan," Bruce stated, standing up.
"All right let's get her back to the morgue," He shouted, looking over at the tech's who were waiting to move the body.
"Are we the only ones that got the wakeup call from the Chief?" I asked, looking around.
"No the rest of the team is back at the office going through all of Faith's records. They're also trying to see if they can find any connections between the victims," Bruce replied. I nodded my head.
"Do we have all the pictures of the crime scene?" I asked.
Bruce nodded his head. I watched as the tech's moved the body into the van then drove off. I glanced back down at where the body was and noticed a piece of fabric lying on the ground where the body was a moment ago. I grabbed a pair of gloves and an evidence bag, and a pair of tweezers from Bruce's kit.
"Well what do we have here," I mumbled, picking the fabric up with the tweezers. I looked at the fabric for a second. I could see a small red dot on it.
"Looks like our killer might have cut himself by accident, I'll run some tests on it when we get back to the lab," Bruce exclaimed, looking at the fabric. I nodded my head and shoved the small piece of evidence into the evidence bag, then handed the bag to Bruce. I got up and walked back to my car.
"I'll see you back at the office," I shouted, getting in my car.
Bruce nodded his head and walked back to his car. I drove to the office in record time, and walked in just in time to see Tom and Chris get into one of their usual brother fights. Chris had Tom in a head lock, but Tom stomped on Chris's foot then lightly punched him in the gut.
"What's it over now?" I asked, stopping next to Nat.
"I'm not quite sure they were like this when they came in. They were already punching each other when they came in this morning," Nat explained.
"All right you two enough we've got work to do," Steve shouted, smirking at the two brothers. The two glared at each other for a second, before sitting down at their desks.
"Charlie when'd you get here?" Clint asked, looking over at me.
"A few seconds ago, just got back from the newest crime scene. So what have you guys found out so far?" I replied, walking over to my desk.
"Well three of the victims were regulars at the dinner that Sarah worked at; our newest victim, victim number 1, and victim number 5. But that's the only connections we could find between our victims," Tom answered, looking down at his computer. I sighed, not much to go on.
"Did you find anything at the crime scene?" Steve asked.
"Yeah we found a small piece of fabric with a possible blood stain on it. Bruce is gonna run some tests on it when he gets back which should be soon since he was right behind me on my way back," I replied.
"I guess I could go talk to the people that worked at the dinner again if you want," I suggested after a few seconds.
"Yeah sure take Chris with you. At least then those two can't kill each other," He muttered. I nodded my head, and stood up.
"Come on let's get going," I said, walking towards the elevator.
Jim's Dinner
I got out of my car and walked up to the dinner with Chris right behind me. I walked inside and looked around. Jim the owner was nowhere in sight but I could see Jason Curtson a coworker of Sarah's standing behind the register. I walked over to him, and he frowned when he saw me.
"Did you find out any more about Sarah's death?" He asked.
"No, but we have a new victim; Faith Duncan. From what I heard she's a regular here," I answered.
"Damn, Faith really. Yeah she came in here every Thursday and Friday," Jason replied, shaking his head.
"What did you know about her?" Chris asked.
"Ah well I know she lived alone, her parents are dead. Damn I can't believe this. Faith and I dated for about a week last year but it didn't really work out," He muttered, sitting down on the stool behind him.
"Is there anything else that you can tell us? Did she have any enemies?" I asked.
"Ugh well there was her ex. He hated the fact that her and I were dating, he even slashed my tires once though I could never prove that it was him," Jason explained.
"Do you have a name for this ex?" Chris asked.
"Ugh yeah, Kyle Johnson," Jason said.
"Thank you," I said, pulling out my phone. I dialed Tom's number and after a few rings Tom answered.
"Hey Tom could you look up an address for a Kyle Johnson?" I asked.
"Ugh yeah give me a second," He replied. I could hear him typing something into his computer.
"82 South port Avenue apartment B3," Tom stated a moment later.
"Thanks tell Steve that we'll be heading over there to talk to this guy," I replied.
"What's his connection to the case?" Tom asked.
"He's our newest victim's ex-boyfriend," I answered, hanging up the phone. I jumped into my car and drove off to the address that Tom gave me. I arrived at the address a few minutes later, and Chris and I walked into the building. We walked up the stairs to the second floor, and stopped in front of Kyle's door. I knocked, and we waited for a few seconds before I knocked again.
"Kyle Johnson open up," I shouted, knocking again. I heard a crash come from inside, and I instantly pulled my gun from its holster. I could see Chris do the same thing.
"Back up," He ordered. I backed up a few steps, and Chris kicked the door in. I could see a shattered glass… something lying on the floor in the hallway, and when we walked into the living room I could see a table with white powder on it, and a package with a white substance inside it.
"Wanna take a guess as to what this is," I exclaimed, smirking at Chris.
He smirked, then started moving towards the kitchen. I moved towards the back of the apartment where the bedroom was. I slowly walked into the bedroom and looked around me. Suddenly the door swung towards me, and caught the side of my head. Damn! I stumbled back and I felt someone grab for my gun. I stomped on the man's foot, and he elbowed me in the face. Suddenly Chris came running into the room, and tackled him to the floor.
"Get off me," The man shouted, trying to kick Chris. Chris pulled out his cuffs and cuffed the man. He stood up and yanked the man up off the floor.
"You all right?" He asked, looking over at me.
"Yeah I'm fine, just got a massive headache now," I replied. I could feel something warm running down the side of my face.
"You're bleeding," Chris stated.
"Yeah the bastard hit me in the head with a door," I muttered, following him out of the office.
"You should have Bruce take a look at it when you get back to the office," Chris replied, shoving the man into the back seat of his car.
"Yeah good idea," I mumbled, getting into my car…
Morgue
"Hold still would you," Bruce exclaimed, grabbing the side of my face to keep me from moving my head. I sighed, and sat as still as possible as he looked at my head. So far he'd managed to clean the cut up, and even got it to stop bleeding.
"Well I don't think it will need stitches," Bruce muttered. Yes, sweet no stitches. Bruce put a bandage over the cut, then threw away the bloodied paper towel he'd used to clean the cut.
"All right there you go, good as new. Take an Advil when you get home and you should be fine," He stated, patting me on my back.
"Thanks Doc," I shouted, getting up and walking out of the morgue. I road back up in the elevator, and when the doors opened I walked out into the bull pen.
"There she is. Our resident accident prone detective," Clint exclaimed, smirking at me. I stuck my tongue out at him, and sat down at my desk.
"Did you get anything out of Kyle?" I asked.
"No he's not talking," Nat replied. Nat usually handled the interrogations; she had a way of making suspects talk.
"He asked for his lawyer than didn't say another word," Nat muttered. Great now we'll never get anything of use from him. I sighed.
"Well do we have any other leads?" I asked, looking at my team.
"No not really. We've hit dead ends on every victim. The only lead we have is Kyle, and well you know how that's going," Steve replied, scowling. I sighed, and sat back in my seat.
"Well than I bring semi good news, I was able to run a DNA test on the blood that was on the piece of fabric that Charlie found. Now I didn't find any matches for it, but we do have a suspect in custody. All we need to do is get a warrant for his DNA than we can compare the two," Bruce exclaimed, walking into the room.
"Way to go Doc," I said, pumping my fist in the air.
"I'll get right on that warrant," Steve muttered, jumping up out of his seat and walking towards the Chiefs office.
"Oh Tony I forgot to ask, I need your help, my coffee machine died on me the other day. You think you could fix it for me sometime this week?" I asked, looking over at him.
"Yeah sure why not, should be easy," He replied, shrugging his shoulders…