RK9 - I think it's going to take a little longer than 'after this case', considering there's not been a proposal! I was wondering what it would take to make you like Nixon! lol. I've had this random idea with twins dancing in my head or a while!
Aoife - lol, I get so absorbed in writing sometimes, I do the same (:s) I always saw an actress called Taylor Cole playing her, or at least, when I see my story in my head, that's who I see. I've had a a story I've been writing, but I've been so busy I barely have time to write this. I kinda just gave up on it! Anyway, I'm really happy you're still reading and enjoying!
demolished-soul - I think there have been many clips missing over the last few seasons - so I'm going to try and include them here! (:D)
sparkyCSI - I am proud! I keep checking them and holding them! I wanna keep them all though (:c) I think I'm gonna keep Nixon around, I'm not sure how though! I have plans for Marty and Adam... maybe Louie, but then I dunno. I still laugh when reading it. I think you should post it!!
Thoren - Sometimes I think I'm a little hard on Danny! I'm trying to be nice - not have him too confused, even considering the fact he didn't know about Lindsay's sister!
meadow567 - I probably could have made the meeting a little funnier, but for some reason, the inspiration wouldn't come.
So, we;re nearly done with the SOOH spoilers. I'm not, however, done with thanking my wonderful beta, sparkyCSI!
What The Eyes Can't See
Chapter 141: The press prays for whichever headline's worse
'Katy, this is Danny Messer. He's one of mine and Lindsay's friends,' Taylor told the woman as Danny joined them on the porch. 'Why don't you go get Lindsay up?'
Katy nodded and bounded inside.
'There's three of them?' Danny asked in disbelief, sitting heavily in Katy's chair.
'She hasn't told you anything, has she?' Taylor muttered, more to herself than to Danny. 'Ok, I'm going to sum this up so the wrong thing doesn't get said in front of Katy. You're going to have to get the details off Lindsay.'
'Alright,' Danny nodded, still looking a little shot.
'Lindsay is one of three – triplets. Emma, Katy and herself. But the three of them,' Taylor frowned. 'Something happened. Something Lindsay witnessed, which is why we're back here. Emma died, and Katy was injured. She doesn't remember anything, Katy, I mean. She still thinks Lindsay's at college and Emma's alive.'
Danny stared at her, trying to absorb the garbled information. 'Oh,' he sighed heavily, leaning back into the chair. 'Wow. I mean, I knew she had a sister, but, wow!'
'Yeah,' Taylor agreed. She cocked her head at him. 'Why are you here?'
'Flack and Nixon,' Danny shrugged.
Taylor narrowed her eyes. 'What do you mean, Flack?'
'Stella told me Lindsay was having a hard time of it, Flack encouraged me to fly out,' Danny shrugged. 'Actually, it was Nixon who told me to. Even drove me to the airport.'
Taylor just stared. Nixon encouraged him?
'Danny?' The two of them looked up to find Lindsay in the doorway, a robe pulled tightly around her pajamas.
'Hey Montana,' Danny grinned. 'I got the card.'
'What are you doing here?'
'I came to see a wheat field.'
Taylor looked away, trying to hide the smile on her face. Interesting answer. 'You know, I think I'm going to hit the sack,' she said, faking a yawn and quickly disappearing into the house. Things were certainly going to get interesting.
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'When did she tell you?' Danny asked as they took their seats.
Taylor shrugged. 'The day before we flew out here.'
'I had no idea,' Danny muttered.
'What time did you get to bed this morning?' Taylor asked him – the fact that both of them looked like they hadn't slept hadn't gone past her.
'We haven't,' Danny yawned. 'She told me everything. Man, I can't believe it.'
'I know,' Taylor muttered, about to continue, when the blonde ghost appeared. 'I was wondering when you'd appear,' she muttered.
'Who?' Danny asked, looking around. He stopped and looked back at Taylor. 'Are you kidding me?'
'You have no idea how much I wish I was,' Taylor told him dryly.
'Haven't you been to the local PD?'
Taylor shot him a look. 'Seriously?'
'And nothing?'
'Na-da!' Taylor exclaimed in frustration. 'Nothing. And now the local PD thinks I'm not only crazy, but trying to get the inside scoop on this case.'
'Tell me everything in the break and I'll see if I can give you a hand – flash my badge around,' Danny whispered as the judge took the stand.
Lindsay had been back on the stand for ten minutes when Taylor could smell something which was making her stomach turn. Judging from Danny's lack of interest, he clearly hadn't smelt it, which meant one thing. Taylor clamped her eyes shut, thinking it would go away. It didn't.
'Save her.'
Taylor reluctantly opened her eyes. At the sight of the crispy human, Taylor felt the contents of her stomach churning. Not even caring she was in the middle of court, she clamped her hand over her mouth and dashed out, only just making it to the bathroom.
She was feeling very sorry for herself as she reemerged from the bathroom. This time, when the burnt ghost appeared, she was slightly more prepared – at the very least, there was nothing left in her stomach.
'Save her,' he informed her in his raspy voice.
Taylor swallowed, taking a deep breath. 'Who?'
The ghost's response was to hold a knife up.
'A chef?' she asked.
'Save her,' the ghost repeated before disappearing.
Taylor sighed and headed outside, sitting down on the steps. She wasn't going back in until after the next break – she couldn't disturb the proceedings again.
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'Casper?' Danny asked her, sitting down next to her.
'Casper, the burnt-to-a-crisp ghost,' Taylor muttered in agreement. 'Where's Lindsay?'
'Talking to the prosecution.'
'I didn't disturb things too much?'
Danny shook his head. 'Might have worked in the prosecution's favor, actually. You know, story's so horrifying?'
'Great,' Taylor muttered.
'Alright, tell me about these ghosts,' Danny said, nudging her leg with his. 'We'll go harass the PD after.'
Taylor shrugged at him. 'The one I left the room for – he was burnt to a crisp. He was telling me to "save her". And the cryptic clue of choice is a blade. Which all I can come up with is a horrific cooking accident.'
'And the other one?' Danny asked, looking thoughtful.
'A she. Blonde. Wearing handcuffs. It looked like she had been sawn in half. Oh, and she was gagged with a red piece of fabric which had a rabbit-'
'In a top hat,' Danny finished off for her, giving her a strange look.
'How did you know that?' Taylor asked in amazement.
'Because that was the case I was working on before I left.'
'You have got to be kidding me,' Taylor muttered angrily.
'I'll call Stella,' Danny offered.
As Danny moved away, Taylor got to her feet and, placing her hands on her hips, hissed, 'Maddy! Aiden!'
'Hey chica,' Maddy greeted her.
'Oh, we are not in the mood for the friendlies,' Taylor snapped at her. 'Drop all this crap about jurisdictions and tell me what the hell is going on.'
'We can't,' Aiden shrugged.
Taylor threw her hands in the air. 'For crying out loud. If you want me to help a spirit, you don't leave me to assume she's been killed on the other side of the country. At least – gah!' she cried, too frustrated to continue.
'Look, Taylor-'
'Don't!' Taylor snapped. 'Just don't.' Had the pair been alive, she would have barged straight past them. Instead she barged straight through them.
'Geeze, you look pissed,' Danny muttered as she joined him.
Taylor just growled at him.
'Taylor?'
Taylor whipped around so fast, her hair slapped Danny's face. 'Sorry,' she apologized. 'What?' she demanded at Maddy.
'Look,' Maddy began tentatively, 'I think you should get back to New York.'
'Why?' she asked, suddenly very worried.
Maddy took a breath, hesitant to say, which was when Eirik and Aiden appeared. 'Austin and Vienna need your help.' Aiden informed her.
'I can barely help two dead people. How do you expect me to help two cities?'
Danny stared at her blankly. 'Two cities?'
'Vienna and Austin,' Taylor shrugged.
'They are your two dead bodies,' Aiden told her, rolling her eyes.
Taylor stared incredulously at her. 'One has a handkerchief shoved in her mouth and the other is burnt to a crisp telling me to save someone. How the hell was I supposed to assume that they were their names?'
'Taylor?' Danny began.
Taylor turned. 'How would you feel to letting me take your rental car?'
'Where are you planning on going?' he asked.
'Back to New York.'
Danny's eyes almost fell out of his head. 'My rental policy doesn't cover unlimited miles!' he exclaimed.
Taylor gave him a reproachful look. 'To the airport, Messer,' she muttered, smacking him upside the head.
'You want to fly? Alone?'
Taylor bit her lip. 'I'd rather not discuss that one. But yeah, I need to get back.'
Danny nodded. 'Stella seemed worried when I called.' He frowned. 'Actually she seemed confused as well. But that's not important.'
'Keys, Messer,' Taylor muttered, holding her hand out.
'What are you going to tell Lindsay?'
'What are you going to tell Lindsay about what?' Lindsay asked, joining them on the steps.
'Linds, I have to go,' Taylor told her.
'Why?'
Taylor took a breath. 'Something's come up,' she told her ambiguously. 'But you know I wouldn't go unless it was important.'
Lindsay looked thoughtful, but nodded.
'Besides,' Taylor added. 'At least you have Danny.'
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The flight back was what Taylor could only describe as hell. If you took out the fact that she was terrified of flying, she was also kept company by a barbequed human, and two halves of another which bounced apart from each other every time they hit turbulence. Which was virtually all the way home.
If it wasn't for the fact she was clutching the arm rests so tightly her knuckles were white, and the turbulence, Taylor would have spent the journey with her head in the toilet. Instead she had to manage by staring at the back of the chair in front of her, trying to ignore the ghosts which she could see from the corner of her eyes, and focus on her breathing. Indeed, the gentleman next to her actually asked how far apart her contractions were and if he needed to inform the flight attendant. For a brief, much needed moment, Taylor's attention was spent biting off the man's head, asking him if her underweight frame actually looked nine months pregnant.
What with leaving so quickly, Taylor hadn't had an opportunity to eat sleeping tablets like they were going out of fashion. Consequently, the landing was spent cursing in four languages – and receiving some death glares from a nearby mother who was clamping her hands down over her six year old son's ears.
By the time Taylor had caught a cab and was leaving La Guardia, she was ready to hit the drinks cabinet, not the crime lab. She was certain the ghosts knew how close she was to changing her destination by the fact they chose to appear in the cab.
The stench of burnt flesh was filling Taylor's nostrils, and it was only the fact that there was nothing in her stomach that stopped her throwing up – that being said, not even the window being wound all the way down was stopping it from churning.
However, after the journey, by talking to the driver, (who couldn't stop talking about Luke Blade's amazing magic tricks) she figured she was actually one step ahead for once when she ran into the crime lab.
'Luke Blade,' she panted, informing Stella and Mac.
'What?' Mac asked.
"Luke Blade,' Taylor repeated. 'The psycho killer who's killings are carbon copies of his tricks. It's Luke Blade.'
'We know,' Mac responded.
'No, it's Luke Blade, the-' Taylor stopped. 'You what?'
'We know,' Mac repeated.
'I flew back across the country to tell you something you knew?' she asked in high-pitched disbelief.
'We know who he is,' Stella confirmed. 'We just don't know where he is.'
Taylor growled. She was actually ready to stab someone. 'I can't help you with that one,' she muttered. 'Excuse me,' she added, heading for the bathroom.
Her hands were leaning on the side, supporting her weight, as she glared at her reflection in the mirror. So much for needing to get back urgently. They already had the killer worked out. She was muttering unnecessary obscenities under her breath when the bathroom exploded.
Not literally. Rather, the sinks went mad and water went flying. All over Taylor.
Spluttering, she turned, finding Vienna and Austin in front of her. 'What the hell?' she managed.
Which was when the water started doing something strange. The jets from the taps they were spouting from began to take a shape. A twenty three and an eleven.
'I get it!' Taylor roared, holding a hand up to stop the water gushing into her face.
And then the water stopped.
'I am going to kill them,' she muttered under her breath, stalking out of the lab, back to where Mac and Stella were still standing.
'Taylor?' Stella stared in amazement.
'23rd and 11th,' Taylor fumed at them. 'And I think you need a janitor to the bathroom.'
'23rd and 11th?' Mac repeated.
'I'm pretty certain it's where you're going to find Luke Blade.'
'Taylor?' Flack's voice carried sharply down the corridor.
Taylor turned. 'It's probably better you don't ask,' she winced, suddenly conscious of the fact she looked like a drowned rat.
'Um, ok?' he responded, eyebrows still arched in puzzlement. He turned to Mac and Stella. 'Blade's team has reported one of their trucks missing. It's got the equipment in it needed for his last act.'
'We got a location?' Stella asked.
Flack shook his head. 'I've contacted LoJack but they said it's going to take about twenty minutes.'
'He's somewhere at 23rd and 11th,' Taylor insisted. 'I got sent back from Montana for this one. Please, I don't think you have much time.'
The three detectives looked at each other. 'We have twenty minutes,' Stella shrugged. 'We might as well check it out.'
So, I wasn't expecting this chapter (or the next) to turn out like it did. In my eyes, something is missing (so if anyone has any suggestions they would be greatly recieved!)
And because I haven't mentioned it for a while - go read Gotham's Heroes!!
