Chapter 5 - His Return
Three days later, it was December 13th, and Christopher was in his family's private jet. He looked at his Omega watch to see it was 8:24 PM. He had to delay his return back to the United States, due to the girls' recovery, and decided to take them with him once they were eligible to leave the country.
"Master Christopher." The female flight attendant appeared on his left side.
"Yes, Sarah." He looked up.
"We will be arriving shortly in Queens, in about ten minutes."
"Thank you, have you address this to the passengers that are below us." He referred to the girls seated on the first floor underneath them.
"Yes, Eleanor is telling this right now as we speak."
"Very well then." He took a sip of his beverage.
"Would you like some ice for your eye, sir?" She looked at the dark large red-purple circle that formed on Christopher's left eye.
"It's fine, Sarah. It'll take a day or two for the swelling to go down. Carry on with your duties." He waved her off.
"As you wish, sir." She nodded her head slightly before walking away.
It didn't take long, for the jet to land in, Jet's Take Off's land strip. Once they landed, Christopher got out of his seat, picking up his black leather messenger bag, and headed below deck. He took the stairs, and opened the door, revealing several girls talking among themselves, till they realized Christopher was there.
"Detective!" The blonde-haired girl who was held hostage, stood up from her seat in the front row.
Christopher picked up the phone mic, "Ladies, we finally arrived back home in the United States. The NYPD have already been informed of our arrival and are here to take all of you back home to your families, and facilities. All of you will receive further physical and mental treatment and support from us after what all of you went through. I can assure all of you, that you're safe now." He nodded before giving the flight attendant the phone mic. He was about to leave out the door till, someone called out to him.
"Thank you for saving us." The blonde-haired girl spoked.
Christopher turned his head around, and smiled. "It was my pleasure." He walked out the door, making a left turn to the exit.
He opened the door, embracing the cold winter weather New York City has to offer. He saw a group of familiar people standing across the landing strip. He smiled at them.
"About time you came back to New York, man! We've been dying here without you!" Said an older man with dark skin, short black hair, and wearing all dark clothing. "Though, from what it looks like, you're the one who's been dying on us, with that beauty mark on your eye there." He smiled.
"Sorry I couldn't get a matching pair, Fin." Christopher said sarcastically as he dragged his suitcase with him as he walked towards to his squad. "But, Zimmerman wanted to make sure I remembered him." Christopher hauled his steps once he was close enough. He stood in front of a tall slim man, standing at 6'ft., with dark brunette hair, blue eyes, pale white skin, wearing a black peacoat over his navy-blue suit, and blue tie, and wearing black dress shoes. Standing next to him was a blonde-haired shoulder length woman, standing at 5'7, blue eyes, pale white skin, wearing an olive-green Burberry coat, black pants, and black heeled boots.
"Mom, Dad. I'm home." Christopher grinned as he was embraced by his step mother.
"I was hoping you to come back without an injury young man. But, I guess that was just too much to ask from you." She chuckled as she kissed her step son's right cheek.
"Well, I expect nothing less from my son. I guess that's what I get for letting him watch too many spy movies when he was kid." His father ruffled his son's hair.
"As much as I love watching a family reunion, what's the update Christopher." An older dark-haired brunette, wearing a black coat, black pants, and black heeled boots spoke.
"Lieutenant Benson," Christopher turned to face her. "Louie Robinson's confession confirmed everything, twenty-seven girls were kept hidden in Carlisle, England, along with twelve men. We have all of them in custody and all the girls have received medical treatment. Once I was given news of their capability to travel, I imminently brought them here. All of them still need to be treated. Each one of them, were tortured severely. From the way I see it, all of them are very much traumatized, but I'm sure all of them are going to be okay after reuniting with their families and with advised counseling. I have also taken all of their statements regarding everything they went through." He pulled out a binder from his bag and handed it to her.
She nodded, "The report you gave us on the whereabouts location of the New York branch, we rescued the remaining thirty-eight girls and have all of their pimps in custody." She placed her hand on Christopher's shoulder. "Good work, detective. Sorry you had to sacrifice your eye for two cases for two countries." She joked.
He shrugged his shoulders. "At least I didn't get shot this time."
Benson and Fin chuckled as they said their farewells and retreated to their cars.
"Child services will take it from here, and take the girls to St. Mary's Healthcare System for Children. So, there's no reason to worry about them." His father spoke taking his son's suitcase. "Time to call it a night and for us to go home. Your brother and sister have been crying for the past three days because you came back late." The three of them started to walk to the car.
"Sorry, I thought they would, so I bought them extra toys to make up for it." Christopher opened the back-car door and sat behind his mother in the driver's seat.
"We better hurry home, your father and the staff are making a big dinner for your homecoming." His step mother started up the engine.
"And it's best we leave now, you know how your mom gets when she's hungry for my cooking." Dominick joked, earning a punch from his wife. "Ow! See what I mean, buddy." He groaned as he rubbed his chest.
"Yep, I'm back home." He chuckled as he leaned back as his step mother started to drive.
It took 52 minutes for them to arrive back home, in their large estate. Christopher was embraced by his two younger half siblings, Jesse and Lucas, once they saw him enter their playroom. He managed to slip away from them, by using their new toys as a distraction for him to escape into his bedroom to unpack.
His father left his large blue suitcase laying on top of his red king-sized bed.
"The only down side when traveling between two countries a few times a year, is packing and unpacking all my clothes." He leaned his head back as he sighed. "I better get started now, dinner should be ready soon. He unzipped his suitcase, and was prepared to take out his clothes, but stopped once he opened the suitcase.
"Huh?" He raised an eyebrow in confusion.
Inside his suitcase, was a medium sized red box. It was tied up in a black ribbon, and had a card with his name on it.
"I don't remember packing that in the suitcase. How the hell did that even fit in there? It was tight when I zipped it and it was because of my suits." He scratched his head.
Christopher was about to reach for it, till he halted his hand.
There was something off about the box.
"This doesn't feel right." He walked over to his black desk, opened the second drawer and pulled out gloves and a black device.
"Maybe..." He placed the tight medical gloves on and approached the box.
He held the device over the box. On screen was an x-ray, showing the contents of what was inside. He widens his eyes at what appeared.
"No, it can't be."
Christopher untied the knot, and once it was released, he opened the lid. He dropped the lid to the ground and picked up what was inside the box.
He held up a small broken puppet doll that look like a mime. It had a creepy grin painted on.
"This is…" He said softly as he took a glance inside the box to see a black card. He picked it up, it said, 'Welcome Back Home Christopher. We should catch up sometime! ^_^'
A sweat glance cascaded down the side of Christopher's side as he gulped.
"It's him." He breathed in his nostrils and spoke his next words in a whisper, "He's back."
Then there was a knock on his door, breaking him out of his state of shock.
"Just a moment please!" He quickly placed the card and puppet back inside the box. Closed it and hid it underneath his bed.
"Come in!" He stood up fixing himself like nothing happened.
The door opened, revealing his father.
"Were you busy with something, Christopher?" Dominick leaned his left hand against the door frame while his other hand held onto the door knob.
"I-I was just texting…Bloodworth. She was curious what was I doing. That's all, dad." He quickly lied as he held up his phone as 'evidence'.
"I see you still have that crush on her, son." He smirked causing Christopher to blush.
"Father!" He flushed. "She's ten years older than me! And I'm still just a child. Besides, she already has a boyfriend anyway."
"You may never know what the world wants, son." Dominick shoved his hands in his pockets. "I came to tell you that dinner's ready and to wash up."
"Alright, I'll be there soon." He nodded as his father left.
Christopher sighed out in relief, then walked to his bathroom to wash up.
"I can't let them know he's back. After what happened last time. I don't want him to worry." He dried off his hands with a towel.
"I'll take care of this myself." He said once he left his bedroom and closed the door.
Unknowingly to him, someone was far outside of the estate, watching him through his bedroom window. The person was wearing black pants, a white-collar shirt with a red bow tie, with black suspenders, had white face paint all over his face, wearing black lipstick and his eyes were outlined black, making his brown eyes stick out. His hair was black and gelled up.
Strangely enough, the person looked exactly like the broken puppet Christopher was given.
"Welcome back home indeed, Christopher Carisi-Blackburn." He spoke in a thick British accent.
The snow started to become heavier as his body disappeared within the snow.
The only thing that remained, was a bloody knife.
And there, that's the end to the story! Or is it?
Left it on a cliffhanger.
So yeah, I had Carisi and Rollins get together and have a family. Why? Cause I'm a Rollisi shipper.
I hoped you guys enjoyed the story! Even though I know there are some problems within the story, that happens. And some of you may think I made Christopher too badass or other words I can't think of right now, and that's okay. We all have our opinions on things.
Again, an alternative universe that I created.
Again, hoped you guys liked the story and please leave reviews of what you think about it!
Some of you may be wondering who is the mysterious person at the end of the story. And only I know who this mystery man is. Here's a hint:
He's Christopher's most important nemesis