Case 6: Good Cop, Dead Cop

When both detectives arrived they felt dread curl in their stomachs, today would be a bad one and given their profession that was saying a lot.

"Jensen, Jones, in here." Swapping a look they walked into the Chief's office, not even noticing that their shoulders brushed as they stood together.

"I have terrible news. Detective Ed Dunkin was just found dead in the Queen Street subway station." King's usually stern face was lined with grief.

David stuttered in shock while JJ looked resigned, it wasn't the first time he'd lost one of his own, most of them a lot closer to his heart.

"You two have proven to be an effective partner ship and quick with your cases, I hope it's the same with this one. If there is a cop killer out there I want them caught as soon as possible, now get going."

They were just through the door when the elder man called out to them.

"And detectives. Be careful."


The subway was as rundown as the rest of the city, the stark difference of this was the dead cop sprawled across the concrete.

"I hate this." David muttered.

"Never gets easier trust me." JJ sighed and pulled the trash out, knowing something would be there while his partner found a pair of betting tickets on the seats.

"Lets get this back, and get him to Nathan." The coroners present nodded at him. "We should talk to Ed's partner when we get back."

"Harry Landry, you guys haven't met yet, they work homicide as well." JJ nodded but he felt dread curl in his stomach again, he knew what his instincts were telling him and he prayed he was wrong.


The moment they got back JJ sifted through the trash and found a Police USB and gave it to Jones to take to Alex while he dusted the ticket for prints. Once he lifted it he pulled up the right file and gave it to Grace to compare.

"Great work JJ it's a match." She smile but stop when he swore and then he flipped over the finger print card and showed her who's finger prints she was looking at.

"That betting ticket was Ed's and I don't think it was anything good, the tickets for a dog fight."

Grace grimaced in disbelief but didn't say anything and David showed up at JJ's side looking grim from the news.

"Look I could be wrong, let's go talk with Landry."

David lead him to Landry.

The blond was taller than him with a nice shined over his left eye.

"Hey Harry." The officer gave Jones a sad smile. "Do you know who Ed was meeting up with last night?"

"No, I don't know who Ed met up with last night. If I did, I'd be arresting their ass right now!" He let out a few harsh breathes to calm himslf. "Look, Ed could be really private, go off on his own. Heck, maybe he was on a case and didn't tell me!" He let his head fall into his hands and the two detectives mutually agreed to leave him be and go look at Ed's desk.

JJ was easily peacing a torn up arrest form while Jones broke in to the desk side draw and found a cigarette packet.

"Got the arrest slip, it's for some guy named Zeus." JJ shrugged his shoulders and looked up as Jones tipped a note out of the packet.

"He's a pimp, though he calls then his 'callgirls'. Shit." That made the red-head look at him in shock. "This says 'Warehouse 10, 4pm'. That's how dog fights are passed, some scumbag called Angel Martinez."

"Right now I hate my instincts." JJ sighed and picked up a number, running it up to Alex to find who it belonged to.

"While you're here I got something off that flash drive, it didn't like being in the trash but I found the police records for an Angel Martinez." The detective let out a heavy sigh.

"Thanks Alex, call me when you find out who the number belongs to."

"Will do."

"Sargeant Jensen. I um, a prostitute, um hum. Called in and said she had information on the crime, she also said she saw a gun tossed into the river at dock fifteen."

"I bet it's Ginger, let's go grab the scuba gear."


JJ hated underwater recovery, though at least around here the water was clear and you didn't have to worry about gators. They'd found the gun and a submerged camera before coming out and getting changed into their clothes.

On the dock though was a beautiful woman in a red dress who reminded him strikingly of Marylin Monroe.

"JJ I don't think you've met Ginger? She's an old friend, always ready to help."

The blond held out her and and he took it, placing a kiss to the back.

"A pleasure to meet you Ma'am."

"A southern gentleman, I'm impressed. And you bet I am, gorgeous! A soon as I heard gunshots in the subway yesterday, I knew to keep my eyes peeled. Some guy came running out a second later, straight for the river. I only had time to notice his eyes; y'know I have a weak spot for blue eyes."

"I know what you mean. Thanks for the help Ginger, that's our first major clue." The red-head smiled and they both enjoyed watching David flush that perfect dusty red over his cheek bones.

"Thanks Ginger, we should be going but if you need anything you know we'll help." She waved them off with a perfect smile.

They had the other officers take the evidence back and JJ told them to check the gun against Ed's to their surprise.

Their next stop lead them to Angel Martinez who told them that Ed had been one of his best customers, didn't miss a fight in the scumbags words.

Then Alex called to say that the number was for one of Zues call girls and Ed's book maker was Freddie Whitmore.

At Zeus they learnt what they suspected, that their deceased officer truly was bent, sleeping with callgirls in exchange for keeping Zeus out of jail and Freddie Whitmore just proved that further, they wanted to be sick.

"Hey Nathan."

"I hate having colleagues on this table, you two better be careful." The ME heaved a heavy sigh. "From what I can tell from the angle Detective Dunkin was kneeling when he was shot and the killer was six three and I'll say now he'll have one hell of bruise somewhere given the fight that must of happened first."

JJ felt his inside go numb and Jones looked as pale as he must have, shit this wasn't good.

Neither cop spoke but somehow they both ended up in front of the Chief's office.

Knocking and being allowed to enter they collapsed into the chairs in front of the man's desk, exhaustion lining their bodies to the point Samuel let it go.

"We think we know who the murderer is." Jones stated. "They are six three, have a large bruise, blue eyes and are male."

"We have two suspects that fit that description, one is Angel Martinez but from his words and those of two other and the evidence we've collected it seems that Dunkin was a dirty cop." The red-head winced as he said it and King looked at them with pure disbelief.

"No, not possible, he was good man, a good cop."

"Who slept with call girls, bet on and attended dog fights and even tore up an arrest form." Each word pained the inspector and the soldier reached over and took his hand, giving it a firm squeeze before letting go.

"The other suspects the problem, and my gut tells me it's him." Jones nodded his agreement. "It's Landry sir, he fits perfectly and that black eye's fresh." Pale eyes flickered between them before he slumped dejectedly in place.

Samuel stood and pulled out a bottle of scotch from behind a few book and some glasses, pouring a small measure for each of them.

"What are we waiting on?" He took a slow sip of the drink as did David while JJ took a well season gulp.

"The gun which I'm sure is Dunkin's as he didn't have his at the scene and the security footage from the camera." He took another gulp.

"It'll make or break this." The brunette slumped and they all waited quietly until a knock came on the door and Alex stepped in.

"We confirmed that the gun is the murder weapon and it belongs to Officer Dunkin and from the security footage you found I can tell you the killer is blond."

"Thank you Mister Turner, would you please get Detective Landry here?" The young man looked confused but nodded.

JJ moved, glass in hand to stand beside the door while Jones moved to the window, looking out, he couldn't do this but he had to know.

"You wanted to see me sir."

"Take a seat Landry." He did as told and Samuel leaned forward on his desk. "You can make this easier on all of us Landry, speak now because you won't get another chance."

And Harry crumpled, head in his hands as he cried.

"I didn't mean to, I was just trying to stop him throwing his career away. He was my best friend but the stuff he was doing, cheating, gambling and messing with crooks. I tried stop him before but he wouldn't listen so I told him I'd turn him in, next thing I know we're fighting, then he has his gun pointed at me and then...then."

The man sobbed whipping furiously at his eyes.

"I was going turn myself in but I couldn't, it was to much, I wasn't strong enough."

They waited for the sobs to slow before JJ cuffed him, reading the man his rights because he knew the others couldn't do it.


The whole department was sombre when Ramirez brought in a raving Angel Martinez

"I lost my dog on those bloody tracks, and would have got it if not for this dumb idiot."

"Hey, leave Ramirez be. We'll look while you cool in holding." He was cut off by the brunette detective and they set off and the New Orleans native found the black, shivering little pup curled up in a tiny alcove just off the tracks and managed to coax it out, wrapping it in his jacket, the pup seeking his warmth.

"Weather this pup is his or not it's been abused, I'm keeping him." David wasn't even going to argue and had to smile as the sweet southerner cooed to the animal in his arms.

Back at the station he watched as JJ already started training the dog and soon had it sitting and waiting, rolling over and responding to it's name, Dorian, within an hour or so with a little TLC and some dog biscuits they'd picked up.

"Well it belongs to Martinez." Alex told them. "Who will be getting a nice big fine and animal well fair have a warrant to check his place."

"What is he? I'm guessing something like a pit bull, maybe a bull terrier?"

"Close, very close. Staffordshire Bull Terrier." Alex announced. "And the paper work for him to be yours is already going through."

"Thank Alex." The red-head spent a few more hours up there training his pup and had it heeling, laying and staying by then and the toilet training was working well to.

With that sorted they finished their reports and went home for the day.