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CSI › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
18
Views:
2,184
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter 11
Again, thanks to all the reviews. Please keep them coming, they encourage the plot bunnies to work for peanuts. Otherwise, they go on strike.
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Elfmaiden is the best beta in the world. And if you enjoy this story (or even if you don’t and want to really read quality fiction), please go and read her stories at www.mystifyingdreams.com.
Chapter 11
The tones of the doorbell woke Brian that morning. Not realizing at first what had actually woken him, he lifted his head from the mattress. He grimaced in pain as his neck protested the sudden change. Rubbing his hand against the back of his neck, hoping to massage the ache away, he turned around to glance at the little girl behind him. Emily still slept peacefully, a hand tucked underneath her cheek.
The memories of last night’s projections came rushing back as he noticed the dried tear tracks on the little girl’s pale cheeks. He doubled check to make sure she was comfortable and sleeping peacefully.
Continued sounds of the doorbell rang throughout the house, grabbing Brian’s attention. He got up from the hard floor and groaned as he walked slowly out of Emily’s room. Every muscle and bone seemed to protest the night’s sleeping position.
Holding on to the rail with a death-like grip, Brian walked down the stairs. The doorbell rang again demanding his immediate attention.
“I’M COMING!” he yelled at who ever was currently on his doorstep.
Looking through the glass that decorated the top of the entrance door, Brian saw an older man wearing a cheap disheveled suit, standing at his door. Groaning out loud, he thought that it must be a salesman, plying his wares. Slightly peeved that he had been woken for something so inconsequential, he opened the door.
“Yeah?” was his simply greeting.
“Mr. Mallory?” the older man asked.
“Yes?” he replied.
“I’m Detective Dan Johnson. I’d like to ask you a few questions regarding your call last night.”
Brian visibly gulped, “I…I thought that was anonymous?”
The detective smiled slightly, trying to put the man in front of him at ease, “It would have been if you had called the designated hot line.”
Brian looked worriedly behind him, hoping that Emily would remain asleep.
“Mr. Mallory?” Brian returned his gaze to the man on his door step, “Your not in any trouble. I just want to ask you a few questions, okay?”
Brian felt he had no choice and nodded. He stepped back slightly, holding the door wider and motioning for the detective to enter.
“Umm, we can talk in the kitchen.” Brian suggested.
Detective Johnson nodded, continuing to inspect the interior of the house he had just entered. Allowing Brian to lead the way in front of him, he took a particular interest in the framed photos on the wall. A couple of older picture frames displayed a young boy in various poses, but as Johnson walked further down the hall, he noticed the boy growing up and than the addition of a little girl. The most recent picture was a school picture of the little girl. More than likely her first school sponsored photo.
The kitchen was simple; white walls, white countertops and white cupboards. Black finished appliances also complemented the décor and for a splash of color, several watercolors decorated the refrigerator door, obviously having been done by a child. The masterpiece, being showcased in the middle of the door, was of a tall stick figure holding the hand of a shorter more feminine figure. A replica of the house, that he stood in, was in the background and a large bright yellow sun peeking out from behind it. Johnson smiled slightly at the pure innocence of the picture.
“Would you like something to drink? I…I have milk, juice, some strawberry soda and…and water,” Brian asked nervously.
“Water is fine,” smiling again at the young man, trying to put him at ease.
Brian nodded and turned toward the cupboards, retrieved a glass, and went to the fridge to pull out a pitcher containing cold water. He filled the glass and left the pitcher on the counter.
He motioned for the detective to have a seat at the small dinette before placing his glass in front of him. Brian finally took a seat and exhaled a whoosh of air, preparing himself for the next few moments.
The detective took a small sip of water and than reached into his coat pocket to retrieve a small note pad. Opening it, he began, “Mr. Mallory, you placed your call to our local department last night at 6:42 pm. You mentioned the missing girl, Heidi, was at 1350 Sabino Canyon and than soon after you hung up.”
Brian only nodded.
“How did you know that Heidi was at that house?” the detective finally asked the ‘million dollar’ question.
Brian didn’t know how to answer that question without drawing suspicion on himself, or worse, to Emily. His only response was to shrug his shoulders and to continue looking at the detective without saying a word.
After several moments of the two men staring at each other, Brian glanced down.
“How…how is she?” Brian asked. He didn’t really want to know the damage done to his sister’s friend, but needed to know in order to help Emily get through it.
The detective paused, taking in the man before him. Something about Brian told him that he had nothing to do with Heidi’s kidnapping. Brian’s question seemed genuine in concern and something else but nothing malicious. He finally decided to let Brian know a little more than he had original planned on.
“She’s…critical but she’ll live.”
“And the guy?” Brian asked quietly.
Raising an eyebrow, the detective said, “John Amery?”
Brian nodded.
Johnson leaned back in his chair and observed Brian closely when he said, “Dead…” at Brian’s look of relief, he continued, “for the last 3 years.”
Brian was confused for a moment before figuring out that the guy who must have taken Heidi had used a dead man’s name as an alias.
Before he could question, the detective confirmed it, “The guy we suspected of kidnapping Heidi…he got away.”
A silent “Shit!” escaped Brian’s lips.
“Mr. Mallory, I have to be honest with you. I’ve told you more about this case than I should have. Again, I reiterate that I don’t think you had anything to do with Heidi’s kidnapping and I just want to know how you knew where she was. It might help us find this guy,” the detective leaned forward.
“I can’t tell you,” Brian said earnestly. He figured that no matter what he said, it would sound crazy and Brian refused to implicate Emily in this.
Brian could tell that Johnson was becoming exasperated with his lack of cooperation, it was confirmed when the detective went into graphic details about the case.
“Mr. Mallory…Brian, we have been trying to catch this guy for the last six years. He preys on little kids, rapes them, cuts them up and than throws them into a U-Haul trailer and drives them into the middle of the desert and leaves them there. Did you know that during the day, the desert temperatures can reach over 100 degrees? Have you seen the inside of one of those trailers? They’re portable baking ovens. Now imagine being in one of those things in that kind of heat where the temps inside can easily rise to over 130 to 150 degrees.”
He paused, letting the information sink in. He than said quietly, “Imagine Emily in one of these things.”
The breath in Brian’s chest stilled at the sudden image of his sister being trapped. “Jesus,” he exclaimed.
Johnson watched the emotions cross Brian’s face for a moment before continuing, “We’re a little closer on finding this guy. His last two victims survived. Mike Taylor…” at that moment, the detective glanced down at his notebook and missed the startled expression on Brian’s face, “somehow escaped before the guy ever returned and now Heidi Waite has barely survived, but she survived. Both had information about this guy that we never had before, even though Taylor’s information may not hold up in court due to the exaggerations...”
“Brian?” a whispered voice said from the kitchen doorway. Brian closed his eyes and swore mentally. If he had wanted Emily to meet the detective, he couldn’t have picked a better time than this one.
As he glanced over at Emily who stood there rubbing sleep from her eyes, he swore to himself again. He couldn’t have picked a better outfit for her either.
Emily stared at the stranger in her kitchen, her hair a mass of tangled curls that cascaded around her face. She was wearing her favorite PJ’s. A light blue nightgown with “My Little Pony” emblazoned on the front, in darker blue lettering.
Brian looked over at the detective who stared open-mouthed at the little girl. He watched as Johnson glanced back down at his note pad, flipped back several pages and read. Brian assumed that Mike Taylor’s statement had been written on those pages. He could tell when Johnson found the description and the name of Mike’s ‘imaginary friend’ because the man’s face returned to stare at the little girl, still standing in the kitchen doorway.
Emily returned the gaze and after a moment, when some sort of decision had been made in her mind, she walked over to where Brian was sitting and climbed onto his lap.
“I’m hungry, Brian,” she said sleepily.
Brian kissed her forehead and moved her to his seat as he stood. He went to the cupboards and retrieved items needed to make her a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as Emily placed her arm on the table and rested her head on it. From his current position, he couldn’t tell if she had closed her eyes or not.
Johnson’s stare was still riveted on the little girl. He finally found his voice. “He…Hello, Emily.”
Brian guessed that Emily’s eyes must still be opened by her shy words, “Hi.”
“Mike Taylor is really worried about you,” Johnson replied.
Brian glanced back at the detective, upset that the man seemed to be interrogating his sister.
Before he could protest, Emily asked, “Did Mikey get home okay?”
Johnson nodded, “Yeah, he got home safely.”
Before the man could ask any more questions, Brian walked back to the table. Placing the plate holding the PB&J sandwich on the table, he picked Emily up and than sat down, holding her on his lap. He had cut the sandwich in quarters so that Emily could handle it better in her sleepy state. He picked one of the portions up and handed it to his barely conscious sister.
He glared at Johnson, signaling to him that he did not want Emily involved in their discussion.
Johnson chose to ignore the look, “Emily, is Heidi your friend too?”
Emily stilled and placed her barely touched sandwich back onto the plate. She once again stared at the man.
Still trying to protect his sister, Brian interrupted, “Do I need a lawyer, Detective Johnson?”
Both men remained quiet as they tried to gauge the each other’s motives.
They were interrupted by a small voice, “Is Heidi okay?”
Johnson returned his gaze to the little girl, “She will be, sweetie. Maybe next week sometime you can go visit her.”
Emily nodded, “I can go see her on my birthday.”
“Excuse me, officer. Emily is tired and needs to take a nap,” Without further word, Brian lifted Emily in his arms and got up.
He left the detective behind as he climbed the stairs to Emily’s room.
Placing the sleepy girl on her bed, he drew the covers over her.
“Brian?”
“Yeah, sweetie?”
She grabbed his hand, “The man downstairs…”
“Don’t worry sweetie, I won’t let him bother you again.”
Emily shook her head, “No, he’s okay. I trust him.”
Brian was taken aback, Emily rarely trusted adult strangers. Her kindergarten teacher was the only exception that he knew of. He remembered the first day of school and how he had worried about the meeting. He had expected Emily to throw a screaming fit at being left behind, once more, with a stranger. The woman had kneeled down in front of the shy girl who was hiding behind his leg. After several moments of the woman speaking calmly to Emily and Emily staring intently at the woman, she finally moved out from behind Brian’s leg and took the teachers offered hand.
Brian watched, stunned, for a moment before Emily came running back. Expecting the hysterics, he kneeled down to take her in his arms, ready to offer comfort. She had simply given him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, before running back to her new teacher.
When he had asked Emily about it later in the day, she simply shrugged her shoulders and said that she trusted her new teacher.
As exasperating as the man downstairs had been these last few hours, if Emily trusted him than Brian was inclined to do so as well. He suspected that Emily’s abilities had something to do with her immediate trust in certain people. And taking those abilities in account, Brian had a feeling that Johnson could be trusted with the truth. Either way, Brian didn’t think he would be able to get them out of this mess without telling the detective something, no matter how crazy it sounded.
Brian looked down at the little girl, who had fallen back asleep, while he gathered his thoughts. He leaned forward and kissed her gently on the forehead before leaving the room and returning to the kitchen.
As he walked down the stairs, he gave a momentary thanks to whoever was watching over innocent souls. Emily had given no indication of any trauma from last night’s events. Brian knew that only time would tell to be sure that Emily didn’t have any lasting affects but he was still relieved that at the moment Emily seemed her normal sleepy self after a projection session.
Now he had to deal with a curious detective and if Emily was wrong, this man could easily contact the right people and have Emily removed from him. Before walking into the kitchen, he paused and took a deep breath.
**Remember, plot bunnies like to feed on ankles unless properly feed with nutritious reviews and feedback. Please help save my ankles…I need them…Take a moment to review. Thank you to all who continue to save my ankles.**
Wicamage from csi-fic-mature: Don’t worry, I have a three whole chapters coming soon that is just them solving a nights worth of cases.
Slade from csi-fic-mature: Hope you continue to enjoy.
Underwater Owl from fanfictiondotnet: Thank Thank You You. Your Your Awesome Awesome.
SpinLizard from fanfictiondotnet: It’s funny you say that cause I thought they were getting too long and that’s why I broke them up. But now that you did say that, I’m glad I posted them all together instead of once a day.
Elfmaiden is the best beta in the world. And if you enjoy this story (or even if you don’t and want to really read quality fiction), please go and read her stories at www.mystifyingdreams.com.
Chapter 11
The tones of the doorbell woke Brian that morning. Not realizing at first what had actually woken him, he lifted his head from the mattress. He grimaced in pain as his neck protested the sudden change. Rubbing his hand against the back of his neck, hoping to massage the ache away, he turned around to glance at the little girl behind him. Emily still slept peacefully, a hand tucked underneath her cheek.
The memories of last night’s projections came rushing back as he noticed the dried tear tracks on the little girl’s pale cheeks. He doubled check to make sure she was comfortable and sleeping peacefully.
Continued sounds of the doorbell rang throughout the house, grabbing Brian’s attention. He got up from the hard floor and groaned as he walked slowly out of Emily’s room. Every muscle and bone seemed to protest the night’s sleeping position.
Holding on to the rail with a death-like grip, Brian walked down the stairs. The doorbell rang again demanding his immediate attention.
“I’M COMING!” he yelled at who ever was currently on his doorstep.
Looking through the glass that decorated the top of the entrance door, Brian saw an older man wearing a cheap disheveled suit, standing at his door. Groaning out loud, he thought that it must be a salesman, plying his wares. Slightly peeved that he had been woken for something so inconsequential, he opened the door.
“Yeah?” was his simply greeting.
“Mr. Mallory?” the older man asked.
“Yes?” he replied.
“I’m Detective Dan Johnson. I’d like to ask you a few questions regarding your call last night.”
Brian visibly gulped, “I…I thought that was anonymous?”
The detective smiled slightly, trying to put the man in front of him at ease, “It would have been if you had called the designated hot line.”
Brian looked worriedly behind him, hoping that Emily would remain asleep.
“Mr. Mallory?” Brian returned his gaze to the man on his door step, “Your not in any trouble. I just want to ask you a few questions, okay?”
Brian felt he had no choice and nodded. He stepped back slightly, holding the door wider and motioning for the detective to enter.
“Umm, we can talk in the kitchen.” Brian suggested.
Detective Johnson nodded, continuing to inspect the interior of the house he had just entered. Allowing Brian to lead the way in front of him, he took a particular interest in the framed photos on the wall. A couple of older picture frames displayed a young boy in various poses, but as Johnson walked further down the hall, he noticed the boy growing up and than the addition of a little girl. The most recent picture was a school picture of the little girl. More than likely her first school sponsored photo.
The kitchen was simple; white walls, white countertops and white cupboards. Black finished appliances also complemented the décor and for a splash of color, several watercolors decorated the refrigerator door, obviously having been done by a child. The masterpiece, being showcased in the middle of the door, was of a tall stick figure holding the hand of a shorter more feminine figure. A replica of the house, that he stood in, was in the background and a large bright yellow sun peeking out from behind it. Johnson smiled slightly at the pure innocence of the picture.
“Would you like something to drink? I…I have milk, juice, some strawberry soda and…and water,” Brian asked nervously.
“Water is fine,” smiling again at the young man, trying to put him at ease.
Brian nodded and turned toward the cupboards, retrieved a glass, and went to the fridge to pull out a pitcher containing cold water. He filled the glass and left the pitcher on the counter.
He motioned for the detective to have a seat at the small dinette before placing his glass in front of him. Brian finally took a seat and exhaled a whoosh of air, preparing himself for the next few moments.
The detective took a small sip of water and than reached into his coat pocket to retrieve a small note pad. Opening it, he began, “Mr. Mallory, you placed your call to our local department last night at 6:42 pm. You mentioned the missing girl, Heidi, was at 1350 Sabino Canyon and than soon after you hung up.”
Brian only nodded.
“How did you know that Heidi was at that house?” the detective finally asked the ‘million dollar’ question.
Brian didn’t know how to answer that question without drawing suspicion on himself, or worse, to Emily. His only response was to shrug his shoulders and to continue looking at the detective without saying a word.
After several moments of the two men staring at each other, Brian glanced down.
“How…how is she?” Brian asked. He didn’t really want to know the damage done to his sister’s friend, but needed to know in order to help Emily get through it.
The detective paused, taking in the man before him. Something about Brian told him that he had nothing to do with Heidi’s kidnapping. Brian’s question seemed genuine in concern and something else but nothing malicious. He finally decided to let Brian know a little more than he had original planned on.
“She’s…critical but she’ll live.”
“And the guy?” Brian asked quietly.
Raising an eyebrow, the detective said, “John Amery?”
Brian nodded.
Johnson leaned back in his chair and observed Brian closely when he said, “Dead…” at Brian’s look of relief, he continued, “for the last 3 years.”
Brian was confused for a moment before figuring out that the guy who must have taken Heidi had used a dead man’s name as an alias.
Before he could question, the detective confirmed it, “The guy we suspected of kidnapping Heidi…he got away.”
A silent “Shit!” escaped Brian’s lips.
“Mr. Mallory, I have to be honest with you. I’ve told you more about this case than I should have. Again, I reiterate that I don’t think you had anything to do with Heidi’s kidnapping and I just want to know how you knew where she was. It might help us find this guy,” the detective leaned forward.
“I can’t tell you,” Brian said earnestly. He figured that no matter what he said, it would sound crazy and Brian refused to implicate Emily in this.
Brian could tell that Johnson was becoming exasperated with his lack of cooperation, it was confirmed when the detective went into graphic details about the case.
“Mr. Mallory…Brian, we have been trying to catch this guy for the last six years. He preys on little kids, rapes them, cuts them up and than throws them into a U-Haul trailer and drives them into the middle of the desert and leaves them there. Did you know that during the day, the desert temperatures can reach over 100 degrees? Have you seen the inside of one of those trailers? They’re portable baking ovens. Now imagine being in one of those things in that kind of heat where the temps inside can easily rise to over 130 to 150 degrees.”
He paused, letting the information sink in. He than said quietly, “Imagine Emily in one of these things.”
The breath in Brian’s chest stilled at the sudden image of his sister being trapped. “Jesus,” he exclaimed.
Johnson watched the emotions cross Brian’s face for a moment before continuing, “We’re a little closer on finding this guy. His last two victims survived. Mike Taylor…” at that moment, the detective glanced down at his notebook and missed the startled expression on Brian’s face, “somehow escaped before the guy ever returned and now Heidi Waite has barely survived, but she survived. Both had information about this guy that we never had before, even though Taylor’s information may not hold up in court due to the exaggerations...”
“Brian?” a whispered voice said from the kitchen doorway. Brian closed his eyes and swore mentally. If he had wanted Emily to meet the detective, he couldn’t have picked a better time than this one.
As he glanced over at Emily who stood there rubbing sleep from her eyes, he swore to himself again. He couldn’t have picked a better outfit for her either.
Emily stared at the stranger in her kitchen, her hair a mass of tangled curls that cascaded around her face. She was wearing her favorite PJ’s. A light blue nightgown with “My Little Pony” emblazoned on the front, in darker blue lettering.
Brian looked over at the detective who stared open-mouthed at the little girl. He watched as Johnson glanced back down at his note pad, flipped back several pages and read. Brian assumed that Mike Taylor’s statement had been written on those pages. He could tell when Johnson found the description and the name of Mike’s ‘imaginary friend’ because the man’s face returned to stare at the little girl, still standing in the kitchen doorway.
Emily returned the gaze and after a moment, when some sort of decision had been made in her mind, she walked over to where Brian was sitting and climbed onto his lap.
“I’m hungry, Brian,” she said sleepily.
Brian kissed her forehead and moved her to his seat as he stood. He went to the cupboards and retrieved items needed to make her a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as Emily placed her arm on the table and rested her head on it. From his current position, he couldn’t tell if she had closed her eyes or not.
Johnson’s stare was still riveted on the little girl. He finally found his voice. “He…Hello, Emily.”
Brian guessed that Emily’s eyes must still be opened by her shy words, “Hi.”
“Mike Taylor is really worried about you,” Johnson replied.
Brian glanced back at the detective, upset that the man seemed to be interrogating his sister.
Before he could protest, Emily asked, “Did Mikey get home okay?”
Johnson nodded, “Yeah, he got home safely.”
Before the man could ask any more questions, Brian walked back to the table. Placing the plate holding the PB&J sandwich on the table, he picked Emily up and than sat down, holding her on his lap. He had cut the sandwich in quarters so that Emily could handle it better in her sleepy state. He picked one of the portions up and handed it to his barely conscious sister.
He glared at Johnson, signaling to him that he did not want Emily involved in their discussion.
Johnson chose to ignore the look, “Emily, is Heidi your friend too?”
Emily stilled and placed her barely touched sandwich back onto the plate. She once again stared at the man.
Still trying to protect his sister, Brian interrupted, “Do I need a lawyer, Detective Johnson?”
Both men remained quiet as they tried to gauge the each other’s motives.
They were interrupted by a small voice, “Is Heidi okay?”
Johnson returned his gaze to the little girl, “She will be, sweetie. Maybe next week sometime you can go visit her.”
Emily nodded, “I can go see her on my birthday.”
“Excuse me, officer. Emily is tired and needs to take a nap,” Without further word, Brian lifted Emily in his arms and got up.
He left the detective behind as he climbed the stairs to Emily’s room.
Placing the sleepy girl on her bed, he drew the covers over her.
“Brian?”
“Yeah, sweetie?”
She grabbed his hand, “The man downstairs…”
“Don’t worry sweetie, I won’t let him bother you again.”
Emily shook her head, “No, he’s okay. I trust him.”
Brian was taken aback, Emily rarely trusted adult strangers. Her kindergarten teacher was the only exception that he knew of. He remembered the first day of school and how he had worried about the meeting. He had expected Emily to throw a screaming fit at being left behind, once more, with a stranger. The woman had kneeled down in front of the shy girl who was hiding behind his leg. After several moments of the woman speaking calmly to Emily and Emily staring intently at the woman, she finally moved out from behind Brian’s leg and took the teachers offered hand.
Brian watched, stunned, for a moment before Emily came running back. Expecting the hysterics, he kneeled down to take her in his arms, ready to offer comfort. She had simply given him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, before running back to her new teacher.
When he had asked Emily about it later in the day, she simply shrugged her shoulders and said that she trusted her new teacher.
As exasperating as the man downstairs had been these last few hours, if Emily trusted him than Brian was inclined to do so as well. He suspected that Emily’s abilities had something to do with her immediate trust in certain people. And taking those abilities in account, Brian had a feeling that Johnson could be trusted with the truth. Either way, Brian didn’t think he would be able to get them out of this mess without telling the detective something, no matter how crazy it sounded.
Brian looked down at the little girl, who had fallen back asleep, while he gathered his thoughts. He leaned forward and kissed her gently on the forehead before leaving the room and returning to the kitchen.
As he walked down the stairs, he gave a momentary thanks to whoever was watching over innocent souls. Emily had given no indication of any trauma from last night’s events. Brian knew that only time would tell to be sure that Emily didn’t have any lasting affects but he was still relieved that at the moment Emily seemed her normal sleepy self after a projection session.
Now he had to deal with a curious detective and if Emily was wrong, this man could easily contact the right people and have Emily removed from him. Before walking into the kitchen, he paused and took a deep breath.
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