Danny walked slowly and carefully in the corridor to trace lab, you could never know what would hit you, when Flack was out on revenge.
"Morning, Mary." Girl didn't even look up from the evidence she was processing.
"Morning Messer. If you going to try and lock me into the toilet, then I promise, you won't see tomorrow."
"Me, Mary I wouldn't even dream doing something like that." Danny put on his most innocent face, but it was too old trick to fell for it.
"Yeah, Messer, you, I know your reputation and I saw what you did to det. Flack."
"Oh Mary, that was all for fun."
"Fun!" she remembered very well what that fun had done to her. Two hours in a freaking closet. Mary breathed in she didn't want to get irritated.
"Messer go to hell, I have a work to do." Danny smirked, in the world there were only two women, except his sister and mother, who could send him to hell, Stella and Montana. All the other girls just smiled and melted to his charms. But now there was Mary who had just sent him to hell, and that intrigued him. He also knew that he couldn't push too much, so Danny looked the evidence what Mary was processing. "Is that the rope from Dail's case?"
"Yes, I have been looking at that damn rope for hours now, its usual packet rope; you can buy it from every department store. I just proved, before you came, that you were right yesterday. There aren't prints, any hair and no piece of skin to take DNA."
"So nothing?"
"Yeah."
"So that mother fucker did it again, hell how he does it."
"I don't know but you must calm down."
"How could I calm down, when some son of a bitch is after my best friend?" Mary smirked and raised an eyebrow.
"If he is your best friend, then why, the hell, did you trop pink color on him?"
"Are you sure you don't want to be locked into the toilet, Brebrick?" after saying that Danny turned and walked away.
"After you, Messer, after you." Mary yelled after him.
Flack walked after Nixon towards interrogation rooms, "So what's the surprise?"
"You'll see." They approach to the third room where Hawkes was waiting.
"Sheldon what are you doing here?"
"Mac sent me, to come along with you to in interrogation, the suspect."
"Okay, could someone tell me, what is going on?" Nixon and Hawkes exchanged looks,
"Well, strangest thing happened yesterdays evening when you had gone," Nixon rubbed his hands together.
"Yes?"
"We got two phone calls, one from a woman who lives across the Bianchi's murder site, and other woman who lives two storeys down from Dail's murder site."
"And?" Flack got impatient.
"Well they both said that they had seen a strange man lurking around there, before the murders, and came to identify him later that evening. You never guess who he is?"
"No, I'm not in the mood to play twenty questions. Who he is?"
"He is one of your old acquaintances." Hawkes handed Don a file.
"You're kidding, Nigel Carrington!" Nixon and Hawkes smiled.
"We picked him up half an hour ago, he is waiting for you."
"Ok Hawkes lets do it, you know the routine."
"Yeah." When they stepped into the room, Carrington was sitting on an uncomfortable plastic chair and stared the ceiling.
"Well Nigel, here you are again."
"Hello Flack could you tell me, why I'm here?"
"Yeah I could, you are here because I and CSI detective Hawkes would like to ask few questioned from you, right Hawkes?" Sheldon smiled and put to photos before Carrington, "To you know those women, Mr. Carrington?" Nigel glanced once at Melody and Olivia pictures, "No, I've never seen them."
"But to you know theses houses?" Sheldon put two more photos before Nigel. Latter paled, that was all what Flack needed, he sat onto table corner, "Why did you kill them Nigel?"
"I haven't killed anyone."
"Yeah, and I'm Queen Elisabeth. Stop the bullshit Nigel."
"I haven't killed anyone!"
"I don't believe you? You know why, because these women where killed in those buildings, and few witness saw you lurking around those places couple of days before."
"I swear Flack, I haven't killed anyone, I swear on my mother."
"Ok then what where you doing there?"
"Selling drugs. That house near the harbor is good place, for that, and in that other house I have a client."
"Back to your old job again, didn't five years in prison help a pit." Flack rubbed his eyes, it wasn't Nigel he had suspected that.
"You don't teach old dog new tricks."
"You know I have to report to your supervisor and narcotics department."
"Flack you wouldn't to that!"
"Sorry, I can't save your ass." He walked out from the room Hawkes fallowing him.
"So it's not him?"
"No!"
"Then good Morning to you, your majesty."
"I kill you if you say that again. Nixon, contact the Narcotics department and Carrington's supervisor." After that he didn't look back, he sat down behind his table everything in his life was so messed up, he knew there were only few people who he could count on, Lindsay was first of them.
Lindsay looked the pictures they had taken from Melody's murder side. There was something off with those, something they didn't see. But what? She looked the Italian words, knowing they by heart. Knowing their meaning "Look behind you, Flack, revenge is a bitch." They were cruel words from cruel person. Then it hit here, how they didn't see it before.
"Hey what you got there?" Stella walked into the room.
"Come and see." Stella stepped next to her, and looked the pictures.
"I have looked those photographs hundred times, what I need to see on them?"
"Look closely and tell me what to you see." Stella frowned but looked after all,
"I can see that some sicko has written on the wall in Italian, a threat to Flack. I don't understand what to I need to see here?"
Lindsay smiled, "I didn't see it also, but you just said the answer."
"I did?"
"Yes, let me explain," she put the picture beside, "When people meet you first time and hear your name, they can right away tell you are a Greece descend, with Danny they see that he is with Italian roots, Mac English or Irish, Me it's hard to tell, I don't even know who I am. But Flack what is the first thing you say about him."
"That he is an Irish, somewhere in our spinal cord is the information that Flack is Irish name."
"You got it, now look again that picture and what to you see?" Monroe pushed the picture to Stella. She looked it, her eyes lighted up. "It is in Italian."
"Right you are. Nobody who isn't his friend or acquaintance, doesn't know, that his mother is second generation Italian who is living in America. I think he doesn't say to suspects, "Hello I'm detective Flack, I'm half of Irish and Italian.""
"So we have to start looking into the people he knows."
"Yes, or he has one hell of an enemy who know everything about him."
"This case turns freakier everyday." They exchanged glances; they didn't like it at all.
When Lindsay walked into her and Danny's office few minutes before her sift was over, she found strange paper on her table, she walked slowly closer. The handwriting was familiar, she started to read:
Well in the morning you said that it's my decision, what we are so:
My:
Favorite band: Guns 'n' Roses
Favorite book: War and peace, crime and punishment
Favorite day: Friday, day when mom makes lasagna
Least favorite day: Monday, I don't have to explain that
Favorite word: solved
Least Favorite word: Give me a word related to Danny and pink color
Sound I like: Prison cells closing
Sound I don't like: Gun going of, I know it's weird, but so it is
Favorite curse word: Son of a bitch or bullshit
When I'm at the pearly gates I hope St Peter says to me: Oh, god it's you.
So hears the end of the list. Lastly I ask would you like to go to dinner with me tomorrow night, I looked your sift end at 5. So I would pick you up at 8. How does it sound?
D.F.Jr
Lindsay started laughing, even at the darkest times there always is a light somewhere.
A/N: Wow, it's been only a week, seemes like I had more time. I forget thank those people who had put me to their favorite list. So now a question to the big circle, should I make something between Danny and Mary or not? It is your decision. Pleas tell me, now I can see how much of you reads my Authors notes.
Maradon
