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CSI › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,922
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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The Lovely Miss. Lovely
Chapter Three: The Lovely Miss. Lovely
The interrogation room was empty, save for a slim, effeminate man with long blonde hair and large fake breasts, sitting at the small table in the middle of the chamber. He was wearing a slinky, black cocktail dress, heavy make-up and clear high-heel shoes that looked as though he shouldn’t be able to walk in them for more than two seconds without falling flat on his face.
“Shane Ottis, a.k.a Miss. Lana Lovely.” Brass smirked behind the two-way mirror overseeing the room and it’s occupant. “He… she… says there’s some things about one of our victims you should know if you want to solve this case. Wouldn’t say exactly what, though. Just requested to talk to the guys who are heading this investigation.”
“That would be us.” Nick mused, crossing his arms in front of his chest and taking a step toward the glass window; suddenly having a flashback to when he and Grissom visited a transsexual night club looking for a suspect.
Greg turned from the door to his partner, indicating to the other with a slight nod. “Right. So, get on in there, Tex. We don’t got all day!” he chirped, obviously anxious to finally have a potential break in their case. “Go work your charm.”
“But try not to charm him too much,” Brass chimed in with a wink, being his usual witty self. “We don’t need another overly enthusiastic President of the Nicky Stokes fan club. This one’s enough.” he pointed to Greg with a teasing grin.
“Jealous much?” Greg muttered, sticking his tongue out at the Detective, who pretended to be writing something down in his notepad and didn’t even give the sandy-blonde haired man the satisfaction of looking up.
It wasn’t as if nobody around work knew Nick and Greg were a serious couple; but the ones who did know were among a select few. Grissom, of course knew, as did Sara, Warrick, Catherine and a couple of the lab rats. Brass, on the other hand… Nick couldn’t decide if the older man finally came to the not-so-shocking conclusion or if he was actually referring to Greg’s overly obvious attempts to impress Nick at work.
Deciding to forget the ordeal for now, Nick proceeded into the interview room, two cups of coffee in hand and a list of mounting questions in his head.
-- -- --
“Mister Ottis-”
“Please, call me Lana,” the gender-challenged male said, smiling sweetly at the hunky Texan sitting across from her. Oh, and he was gay too! How did one tranny get so lucky? “That’s my stage name. I prefer to be referred to as a woman.”
Nick smiled and set a cup of coffee down in front of his companion, who immediately took it and sipped earnestly. “Lana, you requested to speak with the person heading the investigation of your friends deaths and that would be me. My name is Nick Stokes and I‘m a CSI here at the crime lab.” he spoke softly but sternly, just as he had with Greg earlier in the truck. But Nick felt that getting this person to open up to him would not be all that difficult; after all, she came to them.
“First off, let me say that I’m very sorry for your loss and that my partner and I are doing everything in our power to bring your friends murder to justice.”
“Thank you, Mr. Stokes.” Lana frowned slightly and took a Kleenex from her purse, dabbing her eyes dramatically before giving an affected little sniffle. “I can’t begin to tell you how much I miss them.”
“I’m sure, ma’am.” Nick said, politely. He was starting to wonder just how much of this ‘lady’s’ story he was going to believe. But ever being the optimist, Nick carried on. “How is it that you came to know about the Preston-Hughes’ murder?”
“Can you believe I had to hear it from over the television?” She scoffed into her tissue; long, painted fingernails caught the light above the table and made the nail polish sparkle vibrant hues against Lana’s pale skin. “I was simply devastated when I heard! Mark and Jason were like family to me.”
Nick simply nodded and let her continue.
“They used to come to the club where I dance, that’s how we met. Well, actually, Mark started out coming with his ex, Jeremy Shoren, about eight years ago. But they broke up when Jeremy was sent to prison for attemped rape or somethin'” Lana explained. “That’s when Jason and Mark got together.”
“Hmm… so this ex-boyfriend of Mark’s, not a nice guy, huh?” Nick inquired. Something was starting to click.
“Exactly! That’s what I came to tell you. Jeremy was just released from jail a little over six months ago. A while back, Mark told me he had an inkling feeling that Jeremy was watching him, possibly stalking him and Jason.” The distraught Miss. Lovely pressed on in a hurry, catching the hopeful look in Nick’s eyes.
“Do you know if either Mark or Jason tried to contact the authorities about Mr. Shoren?” Nick asked, already knowing the answer. He hadn’t seen any sort of complaint or court order against a Jeremy Shoren as far as his vics were involved.
Lana rolled her mascara tipped eyes and set her hands flat on the table. “Are you kidding? In case you haven’t noticed, the cops around here aren’t exactly queer-friendly.” She blew out a sigh of indignation. “You should know, Mr. Stokes. I can only imagine how they treat you, and you’re in the business.”
“Pardon me? I… I’m not sure I know what you mean.” The Texan cleared his throat and averted his eyes from the knowing smile across the table.
“Oh, come now, Mr. Stokes. I could tell from the moment you set foot in this room. I have stellar gaydar, love. You can’t fool me.” The melodramatic dancer grinned triumphantly and set back in her chair, crossing her arms over her buxom chest as she contemplated what was going through the other man’s mind.
Nick was not expecting this. Only a minute ago they were talking about a very big, very potential lead in his double-homicide case and now… what the hell just happened? He could almost hear Greg and Brass laughing from behind the glass.
“Uhm… Miss. Lana, if we could please get back to the discussion at hand,” he smiled, doing his best to charm the conversation in another direction completely. “Do you know where we might be able to find Mr. Shoren, possibly?”
Lana seemed to think about that question for a moment before answering, “You know what? I think I saw him at my club the other night.” She nodded at the sudden memory. “Yeah, he was tryin’ to pay some floozy S&M wannabe for a lapdance... in change! That guy was always such a sleezebag. I don’t doubt for a second that he killed Mark and Jase.”
"Would you be willing to call us if he visits your place of employment again?" Nick asked and handed the blonde his card.
"Absolutely. Anything to help put that bastard away for good." Lana nodded enthusiastically, her chandalier earrings swinging back and forth from her head.
Nick nodded and stored the information away in his brain for later use. “Thank you, ma’am. Just one more question,” he said and pulled out a clear, plastic evidence bag from his jacket pocket, handing it to Lana. “Do you recognize this locket?”
“Yes! This was Mark’s locket. See? It says ‘J+M’ on the back. Jason had a matching one, but his said ‘M+J’. They never took them off. Where did you find this?” She asked all in one breath.
“It was around Mark’s neck when we found him. But… our corner checked, and Jason wasn’t wearing any jewelry when he arrived. Are you sure he didn’t misplace it or take it off and forget to put it back on?”
“I’m sure as day, Mr. Stokes. They loved each other more than anything, and since gay marriage isn’t recognized in this state, those lockets were sort of like their wedding bands. Understand?” She took a breathe before adding. “I’m willing to bet my life that if you find Jeremy ‘Asshole’ Shoren… you’ll find Jase’s locket. He was ever the jealous type, too.”
He let all the new information sink in and start to develop as he stood, giving the standard, ‘Thank you for all your help. We’ll call you if we find any new developments or have anymore questions.’ before showing Lana the way out.
Before they reached the door, Lana turned back and smiled a genuine smile at Nick. “You’re a very brave man, Mr. Stokes. To be who you are in a place like this. I sure as hell couldn't do it.”
And with that, she was gone.
TBC
The interrogation room was empty, save for a slim, effeminate man with long blonde hair and large fake breasts, sitting at the small table in the middle of the chamber. He was wearing a slinky, black cocktail dress, heavy make-up and clear high-heel shoes that looked as though he shouldn’t be able to walk in them for more than two seconds without falling flat on his face.
“Shane Ottis, a.k.a Miss. Lana Lovely.” Brass smirked behind the two-way mirror overseeing the room and it’s occupant. “He… she… says there’s some things about one of our victims you should know if you want to solve this case. Wouldn’t say exactly what, though. Just requested to talk to the guys who are heading this investigation.”
“That would be us.” Nick mused, crossing his arms in front of his chest and taking a step toward the glass window; suddenly having a flashback to when he and Grissom visited a transsexual night club looking for a suspect.
Greg turned from the door to his partner, indicating to the other with a slight nod. “Right. So, get on in there, Tex. We don’t got all day!” he chirped, obviously anxious to finally have a potential break in their case. “Go work your charm.”
“But try not to charm him too much,” Brass chimed in with a wink, being his usual witty self. “We don’t need another overly enthusiastic President of the Nicky Stokes fan club. This one’s enough.” he pointed to Greg with a teasing grin.
“Jealous much?” Greg muttered, sticking his tongue out at the Detective, who pretended to be writing something down in his notepad and didn’t even give the sandy-blonde haired man the satisfaction of looking up.
It wasn’t as if nobody around work knew Nick and Greg were a serious couple; but the ones who did know were among a select few. Grissom, of course knew, as did Sara, Warrick, Catherine and a couple of the lab rats. Brass, on the other hand… Nick couldn’t decide if the older man finally came to the not-so-shocking conclusion or if he was actually referring to Greg’s overly obvious attempts to impress Nick at work.
Deciding to forget the ordeal for now, Nick proceeded into the interview room, two cups of coffee in hand and a list of mounting questions in his head.
-- -- --
“Mister Ottis-”
“Please, call me Lana,” the gender-challenged male said, smiling sweetly at the hunky Texan sitting across from her. Oh, and he was gay too! How did one tranny get so lucky? “That’s my stage name. I prefer to be referred to as a woman.”
Nick smiled and set a cup of coffee down in front of his companion, who immediately took it and sipped earnestly. “Lana, you requested to speak with the person heading the investigation of your friends deaths and that would be me. My name is Nick Stokes and I‘m a CSI here at the crime lab.” he spoke softly but sternly, just as he had with Greg earlier in the truck. But Nick felt that getting this person to open up to him would not be all that difficult; after all, she came to them.
“First off, let me say that I’m very sorry for your loss and that my partner and I are doing everything in our power to bring your friends murder to justice.”
“Thank you, Mr. Stokes.” Lana frowned slightly and took a Kleenex from her purse, dabbing her eyes dramatically before giving an affected little sniffle. “I can’t begin to tell you how much I miss them.”
“I’m sure, ma’am.” Nick said, politely. He was starting to wonder just how much of this ‘lady’s’ story he was going to believe. But ever being the optimist, Nick carried on. “How is it that you came to know about the Preston-Hughes’ murder?”
“Can you believe I had to hear it from over the television?” She scoffed into her tissue; long, painted fingernails caught the light above the table and made the nail polish sparkle vibrant hues against Lana’s pale skin. “I was simply devastated when I heard! Mark and Jason were like family to me.”
Nick simply nodded and let her continue.
“They used to come to the club where I dance, that’s how we met. Well, actually, Mark started out coming with his ex, Jeremy Shoren, about eight years ago. But they broke up when Jeremy was sent to prison for attemped rape or somethin'” Lana explained. “That’s when Jason and Mark got together.”
“Hmm… so this ex-boyfriend of Mark’s, not a nice guy, huh?” Nick inquired. Something was starting to click.
“Exactly! That’s what I came to tell you. Jeremy was just released from jail a little over six months ago. A while back, Mark told me he had an inkling feeling that Jeremy was watching him, possibly stalking him and Jason.” The distraught Miss. Lovely pressed on in a hurry, catching the hopeful look in Nick’s eyes.
“Do you know if either Mark or Jason tried to contact the authorities about Mr. Shoren?” Nick asked, already knowing the answer. He hadn’t seen any sort of complaint or court order against a Jeremy Shoren as far as his vics were involved.
Lana rolled her mascara tipped eyes and set her hands flat on the table. “Are you kidding? In case you haven’t noticed, the cops around here aren’t exactly queer-friendly.” She blew out a sigh of indignation. “You should know, Mr. Stokes. I can only imagine how they treat you, and you’re in the business.”
“Pardon me? I… I’m not sure I know what you mean.” The Texan cleared his throat and averted his eyes from the knowing smile across the table.
“Oh, come now, Mr. Stokes. I could tell from the moment you set foot in this room. I have stellar gaydar, love. You can’t fool me.” The melodramatic dancer grinned triumphantly and set back in her chair, crossing her arms over her buxom chest as she contemplated what was going through the other man’s mind.
Nick was not expecting this. Only a minute ago they were talking about a very big, very potential lead in his double-homicide case and now… what the hell just happened? He could almost hear Greg and Brass laughing from behind the glass.
“Uhm… Miss. Lana, if we could please get back to the discussion at hand,” he smiled, doing his best to charm the conversation in another direction completely. “Do you know where we might be able to find Mr. Shoren, possibly?”
Lana seemed to think about that question for a moment before answering, “You know what? I think I saw him at my club the other night.” She nodded at the sudden memory. “Yeah, he was tryin’ to pay some floozy S&M wannabe for a lapdance... in change! That guy was always such a sleezebag. I don’t doubt for a second that he killed Mark and Jase.”
"Would you be willing to call us if he visits your place of employment again?" Nick asked and handed the blonde his card.
"Absolutely. Anything to help put that bastard away for good." Lana nodded enthusiastically, her chandalier earrings swinging back and forth from her head.
Nick nodded and stored the information away in his brain for later use. “Thank you, ma’am. Just one more question,” he said and pulled out a clear, plastic evidence bag from his jacket pocket, handing it to Lana. “Do you recognize this locket?”
“Yes! This was Mark’s locket. See? It says ‘J+M’ on the back. Jason had a matching one, but his said ‘M+J’. They never took them off. Where did you find this?” She asked all in one breath.
“It was around Mark’s neck when we found him. But… our corner checked, and Jason wasn’t wearing any jewelry when he arrived. Are you sure he didn’t misplace it or take it off and forget to put it back on?”
“I’m sure as day, Mr. Stokes. They loved each other more than anything, and since gay marriage isn’t recognized in this state, those lockets were sort of like their wedding bands. Understand?” She took a breathe before adding. “I’m willing to bet my life that if you find Jeremy ‘Asshole’ Shoren… you’ll find Jase’s locket. He was ever the jealous type, too.”
He let all the new information sink in and start to develop as he stood, giving the standard, ‘Thank you for all your help. We’ll call you if we find any new developments or have anymore questions.’ before showing Lana the way out.
Before they reached the door, Lana turned back and smiled a genuine smile at Nick. “You’re a very brave man, Mr. Stokes. To be who you are in a place like this. I sure as hell couldn't do it.”
And with that, she was gone.
TBC