i was gonna post CHAPTER 7 for your viewing pleasure tonight, but i totally screwed up on chapter 6 and only posted half of it.
no worries, though. i fixed it. i am a perfectionist, so i would have had a melt-down if i had not fixed it when i did. i would have proabably ended up pulling out some of my hair and i love my hair way too much to pull it out! lol
i apologize if anyone is confused (welcome to my world!) but in my defense, it was late and i was probably wishing for slumber and wishin' i was dreamin' of carmine...
anyway.
that's the "real" ending to CH 7. i love the convo between danny and hawkes:
Hawkes nodded. "You think it's possible the boyfriend got drunk and killed her in some kinda drunken rage?"
Danny shook his head. "No. I believe the kid when he said he didn't know anything."
"Then who's the real killer?" Hawkes asked, more to himself.
Danny handed the reports back to him. "I dunno. I've got a vic who wasn't killed by a fan. A boyfriend who I believe didn't do it. And a mystery woman."
"What now?" Hawkes pushed.
"I need to go talk to some girls now..."
"You always gotta go talk to a girl!" Hawkes shouted to him as Danny headed toward the door.
i crack myself up!
i have no idea where i get my inspiration for such things...
but i could totally see danny sayin' that he had to go talk to some girls and hawkes telling him he always had to go talk to a girl!
just soooo danny.
he knows he's hot!!!
peace love and danny messer
--mandy--
3.29.2007
Danny walked into the Coroner's Office, expecting to be greeted by Sid, but instead, he was greeted by Sheldon Hawkes. He was a young black man, around the same height as Danny and same age, too. He had once been an ER doctor, but had been with the NYPD for quite sometime. He was now in the process of training to become a CSI. He was smart and serious. Danny liked that about him. He was also very thorough, so Danny knew that if he had found anything out of the ordinary, he would be sure to tell him. He was trust-worthy, to say the least.
"Sid got you working the stiffs?" Danny asked with a grin.
Hawkes shook his head. "I volunteered. Sid was swamped."
"I bet Mac misses ya."
"No more than he misses you. You're his right-hand. You know that," Hawkes countered.
Danny smiled, slyly. He knew that was the truth. And Danny never argued when it came to something that had to do with him and was the truth.
"You're one cocky individual, Messer. Anyone ever tell ya that?" Hawkes asked, noticing the smug look over Danny's face.
"Everybody. Atleast once a day."
Hawkes chuckled as he covered up the body he had been examining.
"Got something for me?" Danny cocked an eye brow up as he watched Hawkes grab a report from a pile on Sid's desk.
"Sid's results from the rape kit he did your vic."
"And?" Danny asked.
"They do not match the boyfriend's DNA you brought back," Hawkes shook his head sadly as he spoke.
"Strike three!" Danny grimmaced as he reach up and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He used baseball analogies a lot.
Hawkes nodded, trying to feel what Danny must have been feeling at that exact moment. Unlike Hawkes, Danny got emotionally involved in his cases.
He knew better, but it was hard for him not to be this way, considering how emotional he was about everything else in his life. It was just the way Danny Messer was, and whether you felt it be right or wrong, really didn't matter. Danny was that kind of guy. He had been searching for understanding for most of his life, and now with each and every case that came his way, he found himself searching for more than just understanding, he was now seeking the cold-hard-truth. He needed to get involved in order to feel alive. In order to feel anything, it seemed. Danny would never admit it outloud, but he was afraid that if he didn't let himself get involved--and feel--then, he would never feel anything; never truly feel alive.
"Got Tox, too," Hawkes continued, pretending he didn't see the disappointment in Danny's eyes. He handed Danny the report.
Danny scanned it for a moment before he spoke. "Boyfriend said they were up there smoking pot. Looks like they were drinking alcohol, too."
Hawkes nodded. "You think it's possible the boyfriend got drunk and killed her in some kinda drunken rage?"
Danny shook his head. "No. I believe the kid when he said he didn't know anything."
"Then who's the real killer?" Hawkes asked, more to himself.
Danny handed the reports back to him. "I dunno. I've got a vic who wasn't killed by a fan. A boyfriend who I believe didn't do it. And a mystery woman."
"What now?" Hawkes pushed.
"I need to go talk to some girls now..."
"You always gotta go talk to a girl!" Hawkes shouted to him as Danny headed toward the door.
"Sid got you working the stiffs?" Danny asked with a grin.
Hawkes shook his head. "I volunteered. Sid was swamped."
"I bet Mac misses ya."
"No more than he misses you. You're his right-hand. You know that," Hawkes countered.
Danny smiled, slyly. He knew that was the truth. And Danny never argued when it came to something that had to do with him and was the truth.
"You're one cocky individual, Messer. Anyone ever tell ya that?" Hawkes asked, noticing the smug look over Danny's face.
"Everybody. Atleast once a day."
Hawkes chuckled as he covered up the body he had been examining.
"Got something for me?" Danny cocked an eye brow up as he watched Hawkes grab a report from a pile on Sid's desk.
"Sid's results from the rape kit he did your vic."
"And?" Danny asked.
"They do not match the boyfriend's DNA you brought back," Hawkes shook his head sadly as he spoke.
"Strike three!" Danny grimmaced as he reach up and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He used baseball analogies a lot.
Hawkes nodded, trying to feel what Danny must have been feeling at that exact moment. Unlike Hawkes, Danny got emotionally involved in his cases.
He knew better, but it was hard for him not to be this way, considering how emotional he was about everything else in his life. It was just the way Danny Messer was, and whether you felt it be right or wrong, really didn't matter. Danny was that kind of guy. He had been searching for understanding for most of his life, and now with each and every case that came his way, he found himself searching for more than just understanding, he was now seeking the cold-hard-truth. He needed to get involved in order to feel alive. In order to feel anything, it seemed. Danny would never admit it outloud, but he was afraid that if he didn't let himself get involved--and feel--then, he would never feel anything; never truly feel alive.
"Got Tox, too," Hawkes continued, pretending he didn't see the disappointment in Danny's eyes. He handed Danny the report.
Danny scanned it for a moment before he spoke. "Boyfriend said they were up there smoking pot. Looks like they were drinking alcohol, too."
Hawkes nodded. "You think it's possible the boyfriend got drunk and killed her in some kinda drunken rage?"
Danny shook his head. "No. I believe the kid when he said he didn't know anything."
"Then who's the real killer?" Hawkes asked, more to himself.
Danny handed the reports back to him. "I dunno. I've got a vic who wasn't killed by a fan. A boyfriend who I believe didn't do it. And a mystery woman."
"What now?" Hawkes pushed.
"I need to go talk to some girls now..."
"You always gotta go talk to a girl!" Hawkes shouted to him as Danny headed toward the door.
"Tell me our boys' boot matches the prints we found," Danny said as he came into the lab.
Adam turned, a little surprised by the sound of Danny's voice as it cut into the quiet that had settled over him in the small lab he used. Adam was a very quiet person by nature, because at a young age he had learned that being quiet would get him everywhere. If he made too much noise as a kid, he would have to pay the consequence. But if he was quiet and no one had to hear him, he would be allowed to do so much more than he had ever imagined possible. Now, as an adult, he still played by these rules. He was better off to be seen, than heard. Danny was the total opposite: he wanted to be seen and heard! It amazed Adam at how Danny had had such a rough childhood, yet he was able to be this way. He wished he could only be half that strong.
"Uh, no. Sean Buckley's boots do not match up with the ones taken from the crime scene."
Danny crossed his arms as he let out a breath. "Figured."
Adam smiled weakly as he turned back to his magnifying glass. Danny lingered there for a moment, watching him closely.
"Find anything on the branches?" he finally asked.
"Talk about a needle-in-a-haystack," Adam smiled, more to himself.
"Adam?" Danny asked, patiently.
"Oh, yeah. Uh, we found blood on this bad-boy right here," he gestured to a piece of wood on the table. "It's our girl's blood."
Danny moved over to it. Adam handed him the magnifying glass. Danny pushed his glasses onto his forehead to view it. He stepped back and grinned at Adam.
"Next time Flack and me go out for drinks, you are so joining us!" Danny told him as he handed the magnifying glass back to him. "You're a freakin' genius, Adam!"
Adam blushed from the compliment as he watched Danny push his glasses back down.
"Did you find any prints?"
Adam shook his head, his smile fading. "No. He wore gloves. The blood is all that connects our vic with an attacker. This branch was used to kill her, but no prints. Any luck with the semen?"
"I took a sample from the boyfriend. I have to check in."
The two of them were silent for a moment. Adam turned back to some other samples he had on his table. Danny watched him for a moment longer. He was so dedicated to his work. He deserved to have some fun. Danny might have otherwise shrugged off his earlier statement and forgotten it when it came time to follow through, but he would not do that to Adam. He would ask him to come along when he and Flack went out for drinks like they usually did on the weekends.
"Remember: next time we go out for drinks, you're comin', too. Alright?" Danny asked, pointing at him like that sealed the deal between the two of them.
"You don't have to, Danny. I know you were just being--"
"I never kid, Adam. And I never pity anyone, either. Got that?" Danny asked.
Adam nodded.
"'Aight. Later," and with that, Danny turned and headed out the door.
Adam turned, a little surprised by the sound of Danny's voice as it cut into the quiet that had settled over him in the small lab he used. Adam was a very quiet person by nature, because at a young age he had learned that being quiet would get him everywhere. If he made too much noise as a kid, he would have to pay the consequence. But if he was quiet and no one had to hear him, he would be allowed to do so much more than he had ever imagined possible. Now, as an adult, he still played by these rules. He was better off to be seen, than heard. Danny was the total opposite: he wanted to be seen and heard! It amazed Adam at how Danny had had such a rough childhood, yet he was able to be this way. He wished he could only be half that strong.
"Uh, no. Sean Buckley's boots do not match up with the ones taken from the crime scene."
Danny crossed his arms as he let out a breath. "Figured."
Adam smiled weakly as he turned back to his magnifying glass. Danny lingered there for a moment, watching him closely.
"Find anything on the branches?" he finally asked.
"Talk about a needle-in-a-haystack," Adam smiled, more to himself.
"Adam?" Danny asked, patiently.
"Oh, yeah. Uh, we found blood on this bad-boy right here," he gestured to a piece of wood on the table. "It's our girl's blood."
Danny moved over to it. Adam handed him the magnifying glass. Danny pushed his glasses onto his forehead to view it. He stepped back and grinned at Adam.
"Next time Flack and me go out for drinks, you are so joining us!" Danny told him as he handed the magnifying glass back to him. "You're a freakin' genius, Adam!"
Adam blushed from the compliment as he watched Danny push his glasses back down.
"Did you find any prints?"
Adam shook his head, his smile fading. "No. He wore gloves. The blood is all that connects our vic with an attacker. This branch was used to kill her, but no prints. Any luck with the semen?"
"I took a sample from the boyfriend. I have to check in."
The two of them were silent for a moment. Adam turned back to some other samples he had on his table. Danny watched him for a moment longer. He was so dedicated to his work. He deserved to have some fun. Danny might have otherwise shrugged off his earlier statement and forgotten it when it came time to follow through, but he would not do that to Adam. He would ask him to come along when he and Flack went out for drinks like they usually did on the weekends.
"Remember: next time we go out for drinks, you're comin', too. Alright?" Danny asked, pointing at him like that sealed the deal between the two of them.
"You don't have to, Danny. I know you were just being--"
"I never kid, Adam. And I never pity anyone, either. Got that?" Danny asked.
Adam nodded.
"'Aight. Later," and with that, Danny turned and headed out the door.
"Erin a girl or boy?"
"A girl. A friend of Ally's."
"Her Mom didn't mention any Erin to me. Why not?" Danny asked.
"Probably because she didn't know her. Erin was obsessed with Ally. Always following her around--wanted to be famous, I guess, by association. She wasn't really part of the entourage, but she would just show up--ya know? And Ally didn't have the heart to tell her she wasn't invited," Bucky explained.
"I see. She was spongin' off--uh Alice?" Danny asked.
"No more than the other girls."
"And you never took a stab, huh? Content in being greasy?" Angell asked.
"Wait. You think I killed Ally?" Bucky asked. "I Loved her."
"Sure, you did. I mean, she was just busting out and making all kinds of money. You wanted a piece of the action, didn't ya?" Danny asked.
"No!" Bucky's eyes turned cold. "I didn't want anything from Ally, but her Love. We were going to get married. I asked her. She said yes."
"No ring on her hand. Maybe she wasn't as interested as you thought." Angell tilted her head.
"I couldn't afford a ring. Alright? I don't exactly make the big bucks to buy her the kind of things she has become accustomed to."
"You're a real-life K-Fed, huh?" Danny mused.
Angell snickered at the obvious insult.
"Are we finished here? I have work that needs to be done," Bucky told them, his tone cold.
"One more thing. I need yo boots."
"You've gotta be kiddin'."
"Do I look like I'm kiddin'?" Danny asked, his eyes boring into Bucky's face.
The kid glanced at Angell.
"He ain't kiddin'," she told him.
Bucky reach down and pulled his boots off. He handed them over to Danny, who in turn, handed them to Angell.
"Thank you. Now, if you will be so kind as to open your mouth," Danny began as he opened his kit.
"What the fu--"
"Don't." Angell's eyes flashed.
Danny held a swab up. "I need your DNA."
"Why?" Bucky asked.
"To rule you out. It won't hurt," Danny answered.
Bucky opened his mouth and Danny pushed the swab into his cheek. He pulled it out, placed it in a vial, closed the top, then pushed the sample back into his kit. He closed the top and smiled at the kid before him.
"Have a nice day," he told him.
The kid scoffed. Then, he turned and stalked, sock feet, back toward Maurice's Restruant.
"You think he did it?" Angell asked.
Danny shook his head. "He may be a prick, but I don't think he murdered his girlfriend."
"Why'd you take his boots?" Angell asked, holding the boots out to him.
"We found a print and Adam said it was from a boot. Seemed like the proper thing to do at the time."
Angell laughed as they headed back up the street to where she had parked her black SUV. Danny had a way of doing things that was all his own. Too bad, she thought as they walked side-by-side up the pavement, some people didn't appreciate his recklessness for how endearing it really was.
"A girl. A friend of Ally's."
"Her Mom didn't mention any Erin to me. Why not?" Danny asked.
"Probably because she didn't know her. Erin was obsessed with Ally. Always following her around--wanted to be famous, I guess, by association. She wasn't really part of the entourage, but she would just show up--ya know? And Ally didn't have the heart to tell her she wasn't invited," Bucky explained.
"I see. She was spongin' off--uh Alice?" Danny asked.
"No more than the other girls."
"And you never took a stab, huh? Content in being greasy?" Angell asked.
"Wait. You think I killed Ally?" Bucky asked. "I Loved her."
"Sure, you did. I mean, she was just busting out and making all kinds of money. You wanted a piece of the action, didn't ya?" Danny asked.
"No!" Bucky's eyes turned cold. "I didn't want anything from Ally, but her Love. We were going to get married. I asked her. She said yes."
"No ring on her hand. Maybe she wasn't as interested as you thought." Angell tilted her head.
"I couldn't afford a ring. Alright? I don't exactly make the big bucks to buy her the kind of things she has become accustomed to."
"You're a real-life K-Fed, huh?" Danny mused.
Angell snickered at the obvious insult.
"Are we finished here? I have work that needs to be done," Bucky told them, his tone cold.
"One more thing. I need yo boots."
"You've gotta be kiddin'."
"Do I look like I'm kiddin'?" Danny asked, his eyes boring into Bucky's face.
The kid glanced at Angell.
"He ain't kiddin'," she told him.
Bucky reach down and pulled his boots off. He handed them over to Danny, who in turn, handed them to Angell.
"Thank you. Now, if you will be so kind as to open your mouth," Danny began as he opened his kit.
"What the fu--"
"Don't." Angell's eyes flashed.
Danny held a swab up. "I need your DNA."
"Why?" Bucky asked.
"To rule you out. It won't hurt," Danny answered.
Bucky opened his mouth and Danny pushed the swab into his cheek. He pulled it out, placed it in a vial, closed the top, then pushed the sample back into his kit. He closed the top and smiled at the kid before him.
"Have a nice day," he told him.
The kid scoffed. Then, he turned and stalked, sock feet, back toward Maurice's Restruant.
"You think he did it?" Angell asked.
Danny shook his head. "He may be a prick, but I don't think he murdered his girlfriend."
"Why'd you take his boots?" Angell asked, holding the boots out to him.
"We found a print and Adam said it was from a boot. Seemed like the proper thing to do at the time."
Angell laughed as they headed back up the street to where she had parked her black SUV. Danny had a way of doing things that was all his own. Too bad, she thought as they walked side-by-side up the pavement, some people didn't appreciate his recklessness for how endearing it really was.
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