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Dislcaimer: This story is for entertainment purposes only. I am making no profit.
Summary: Short story. Epilogue to the Dove Commission. Danny must deal with an act of violence from his past when he and Lindsay are called to a crime scene invovling a Gypsy cab driver.
Curse of the Gypsy Cab Driver : Ten Again
“Stay on the Bruckner Expressway to Lafayette,” Danny to directed as he Lindsay headed down into the South Bronx. The two were on their way to homicide involving two bodies and cab driver.
“You sound like a guy who knows where he’s going,” Lindsay quipped as she drove down the off ramp onto Lafayette street.
“Please don’t insult me, Montana. I know the Bronx area like the back of my hand,” Danny craned his neck panning the darkness, “And our crime scene should be right here” he pointed. "pull over right here"
Lindsay lifted her foot from the gas pedal and slowly guided the vehicle to the curb. “You check the scene, I’ll grab the kit.”
As soon as Danny Messer stepped out of the department SUV his heart stopped. On the sidewalk just a few feet away lay the bloodied bodies of a father and a little boy. Both were severely beaten with multple contusions and blood spilling from their eyes and nose.
Ten-year-old Danny Messer sat in the back of black Ford LTD carefully fingering his gameboy, MaddenNFL. His team was on the fifty-yard line, “Giants will score from the ten, Dad” he said modestly looking up at his father.
“That’s great Danny” Carmine Messer looked up from where he sat in the front seat and smiled, “That’s our stop,” he told the cabbie
“Certainly Sir, “ the cabbie returned speaking in a thick Middle Easter accent “The street is a little crowded on this side so I’m just going to swing around the block one more time” . The cab turned the corner and headed down a darkened ally.
The cabbie grinned sadistically looking into the rear-veiw at the boy in the back seat.
“Yeah fine,” Danny replied slowly. His eyes were refusing to move from the little boy. The kid had to be all of ten years old, dressed in blue jeans and flannel shirt with high top sneakers. Near the body lay a small portable PSP gaming system, shattered and bent.
Shaking it off Danny started to move in long strides so that he could catch Lindsay. As they passed the child, Danny felt his stomach start to churn prompting his hand to fly up to his stomach. The child’s eyes were crystal blue and wide open.
Do as I say or you both die!
His father’s voice started to shake with fear, “what do you want?”
“What everyman in America wants” the cabbie snorted raising the knife so that it glinted in the rear view mirror in full view of his backseat passenger. “Now get out of the car!”
Carmine Messer pulled on the door handle, slowly exiting the car with his hands raised, “Just please don’t hurt my son”
Dad!
“It’s something I ate,” he said softly missing Lindsay’s famous eye roll.
“Why am I not surprised?” Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a roll of antacid and handed it to him.
“Thanks” he replied mechanically sliding the roll into his coat pocket. His mind was still reeling with live video from the past.
The cabbies fist made sharp contact with his father’s face sending him tumbling from the car.
The man of Middle Eastern decent jumped out of the drivers seat and all Danny Messer could do was sit frozen listening to the sounds of father being beaten with a blunt object. He heard the unconscious sound of his father’s anguish howls prompting tears to drizzle down his small ten-year-old cheeks.
Dad!
The passenger’s side door flew open and suddenly the man was backhanding Danny across the face “Ride’s over kid”
“Dad!” Danny struggled briefly until he felt the sharp edge of a knife press up against the tender skin of his throat. Suddenly he felt his ten-year-old body freeze. His father was laying on the ground clutching at his ribs. Blood was seeping through the cracks in his hands. His face was beaten to bloodied pulp.
“My wallet you can have it! Take it all! Please don’t hurt my son”
“Americans!” the cabbie grunted pulling Danny closer to him. “You pay us pennies for a white man’s work and treat us like dirt! Your children go to private schools while mine wallow in the streets!”
The cabbie grabbed Danny’s hair yanking so that his neck snapped. “You go home to beautiful wife and make love to her and then dress her in the finest clothes with your dirty money. My wife works triple shift at dry cleaners!”
“Take my money please!” Carmine pleaded with an outstretched hand as he watched the man shove Danny’s face violently into a brick wall. At that moment everything in ten-year-old Danny’s Messer’s life went black.
“Huh? What? I’m sorry Montana. Did you say something?” His mind was too far-gone something about this case was latched onto him and twisting his insides out.
“Evidently I didn’t,” Lindsay shook her head opting to keep her mouth shut. For some reason Danny seemed off but Lindsay couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
Flack approached them wearing an all to familiar scowl, “We’ve got two bodies, father and son. Witnesses say they were victims of a gypsy cab driver. Robbery, two of my guys just called in said they picked up a guy who matches the description of a possible suspect.
“A gypsy cab driver?” Lindsay’s face crinkled with confusion.
“It’s an unlicensed and non-bonded cab” Flack returned, “They usually run at a cheaper rate than the franchised companies”
“They’re the only ones who’ll come into the neighborhoods like this,” Danny added looking back over his shoulder at the boy.
“What do you want the bodies or the scene?” The rookie CSI waited impatiently for several seconds before exploding. “Danny what is going on with you?”
Danny opened his mouth to speak and shut it. The site of a Middle Eastern cabbie being pulled from the back of a squad car made something inside of him snap. He started to run letting out an animalistic howl as he lunged at the man, swinging with both fists. He managed to get it a lucky shot straight to man’s nose spilling blood before two uniformed policemen flanked him at both sides pulling off him the suspect.
“Messer what the hell?” Flack looked completely dumbfounded as Danny continued to struggle against the grip of his men still lunging at the cabbie.
“Let me at the bastard!” Danny snarled jabbing at the one of the uniforms with a well-timed elbow to the ribs.
“Danny!” Lindsay let out a sick croak as one of the officers drew out a billy- club and lashed it harshly over the top of Danny’s back sending the CSI to his knees. A third followed up with a kick to the chin before being harshly reprimanded by Flack.
“Off the scene now!” Flack held the rageful looking officer at bay but called on a two others for assistance. “Ralls, cuff Messer take him downtown. Williams take care of the cabbie” He then manhandled the officer who had kicked Danny in the chin to an awaiting patrol car before looking up at Lindsay.
“You better call Mac ASAP to get another CSI out here, not to mention, Messer’s gonna need a good lawyer”