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Disclaimer: I own nothing of CSI: New York. All other characters you do not recognize are my own and any resemblance of them to people fact or fiction is purely coincidental .
A/N : Here is the last chapter of my fist ever finished chapter fic. Unbeta'd as usual. Please leave a review. There is the good possibility of a sequel.
Chapter 7
Lindsay, Rafe, and Detective Moran were seated in the lay out room looking again at all the evidence. Lindsay was scanning notes and found a hand written dialogue that was two distinct handwriting samples. She recognized the one as Sarah’s from the note she had been left on the kitchen table and the other she presumed was Tim’s it was simply a series of observations questions and answers.
The victims are all very mobile high functioning, living life in their own LRE
Least restrictive Environment so you could tell the disability but they didn’t let it handicap them. Is that important?
The handicap depends on the situation or environment they are in and can change frequently, the disability never does.
Few people know the difference so what about our perpetrator?
Not a profiler but I would say yes even though the line between the two is often blurry. It wasn’t like these people weren’t living they were and were essentially not handicapped in their environments at least not as much as people assume they are.
The line is blurry though so what if our perp isn’t sure. Someone familiar with the population but not with culture. Like Gallaudet and the student protests both in ‘81 and this past fall.
The note ended and Lindsay stared at it for a moment. How had they missed this? “Rafe did you see this?” It was a slip of paper with the words actually on the back of a school flier, signifying that it might have come from Sarah’s apartment.
Rafe squinted at it and pulled out his phone. He scowled when he reached Sara’s voice mail and went to call Tim to ream him out but stopped when Jack and Lindsay both but a hand on his arm. It was the homicide detective that spoke. “Don’t they were just writing notes back and forth. Tim was probably bugging her as she was trying to write up lessons or something. It’s background knowledge but it could be important.
Rafe spoke slowly. “If we can think like the perp then we can find him to find the evidence.” He continued to think out loud. “Someone who is close and can have a connection with many different types of people all with a physical disability. In New York and in D.C. But not close enough to like them. So maybe it is just a job and not a passion, like teaching is for Sarah.”
“Metro Passes” Lindsay said suddenly. “That is how you would now a lot about people with disabilities with out knowing them personally.”
She looked at Rafe suddenly scared, “A Metro Employee asked to see Sarah’s last night on the way home from the concert. It seemed odd but she shrugged it off.”
Instantly the room was abuzz with action Rafe and Jack both had their phones out and were speaking furiously, and Lindsay went to find Tim.
“Do you know Luke Sheen,” Tim asked the sullen boys who were crowded into the back corner booth of the pizza shop.
The one who seemed to be the leader spoke. “Don’t know who you talking about man.”
Grace slid a photo of the boy in a karate uniform across the table. “Recognize him now,” she said in a voice that all the youth knew meant that she was patronizing them.
“Seen him around the leader replied with a shrug.”
Out of the corner of his eye Tim saw a smaller boy at the table push his glasses up nervously and his friends sitting next to him elbowed him in the ribs he winced and remained silent even as Tim swung his gaze around to lock with his.
In that moment Tim knew as only a former picked on high school kid could, that the boy with the glasses knew what had happened. And Tim also knew that he feared for his safety. Tim sent him an impeccable nod of support and then turned his mind back to the conversation.
“You can’t make us go down there,” the boy was saying to Grace. No I can’ t but we will have an eye on you.
Tim took one last look and at the table and noticed a closed book it was covered in customary brown paper with the words AP Physics sprawled across it. “Tim flipped it open and smiled at the note book covered in scribbles he looked at the problem the boy was attempting to solve. He wrote out the formula and a complicated looking equation and then smiled at the boy with glasses. “That was a tough one for me too. Study it a bit and I think you’ll get it.”
The boy smiled weakly and pushed his glasses up his nose again.
The cops turned and left the store. When Grace turned to him a question in her eyes, he smiled and said simply, “I just left our informant my number. Time will tell if he calls until then we keep looking to place as many boys at the scene as we can.”
Halfway back to the Lab Tim’s phone vibrated, “McMann…What! No she’s at a professional development today and you won’t reach her by phone I’ll have to page her. Yes she still caries one of those things.”
He hung up and looked at Grace who was driving and tried to give her a reassuring smile but as he pushed the 9 on his phone and the words Sara Pager flashed across the screen, he was anything but calm. He looked at his watch and hoped the seminar hadn’t let out early. With a sinking feeling he realized that the victims had all been killed in their homes.
“Grace we need to get to 532 Wilson” as the seconds ticked by he looked at his phone willing it to ring. As she flipped on the lights Tim closed his eyes and began to pray that his hunch was wrong.
“Julia Freeman” Lindsay said looking up. “She signed the processed applications for the vics New York metro fare cards. Just got off the phone with Mac. Rafe said Jason Kearns had just moved from New York to D.C.”
Lindsay stared at the picture from the New York Metro Employee badge. But Sarah wouldn’t be in danger unless….She trailed off. The face was familiar but they had been so sure it had been a man. She had been tired and the voice was uncommonly deep almost smoky.
“Sarah, would blow her MO and we need something to place her at the scenes,” Rafe cut in.
“Perhaps she was getting desperate. Was trying to keep tabs on the body in DC too and being in to places at once is hard to do. Unless the two places come to you.”
“But how would anyone know?”
Rafe shrugged and Lindsay continued to look through a list of names. “She has a male cousin who worked for the Metro too, but left to come down here. So he could be the one you saw on the train.”
She nodded. “Let’s hope so, we haven’t heard from Sarah yet.”
Tim’s phone finally rang and as her name flashed across the screen he felt the tension in his gut tighten. “Sarah where are you? “
“Downtown at the Department of Ed.”
“You need to get to the lab and do it under escort.”
What…
“Sarah,” Tim’s voice was pleading.
Grace pulled over and took the phone from Tim. “Sara this is Detective Larson, please trust us on this and give your phone to the nearest officer.”
Grace heard the phone being handed over and then heard, “Officer Livingston, Capitol Police.
“Officer Livingston this is Detective Larson of the DCMP. I need you to escort the woman who just handed the phone to you to the DC crime lab under protection for her own safety.”
The words were enough, even with the different jurisdictions of federal versus district police; capital police wanted a threat out of the heart of the capital.
Grace tossed Tim’s phone back to him and turned around heading back to the lab as he called Rafe to tell him that Capitol Police were brining Sarah to the lab.
The director sat at his des as Jack sat facing Freeman. “Do you want a lawyer, he asked.
“Am I being charged with something?”
“No,” Jack shook his head, “I just have a few questions”. The man nodded and Jack took it as his cue to continue. “Last night you were doing rounds and you asked this woman to show her Metro Disability ID,” he showed him a picture of Sarah. “Is that correct?”
“Yeah,” the man replied, “new policy started a month ago.” He looked to his boss who nodded in confirmation and presented Jack with a memo that had been sent to all employees. Jack took it and slid it into the manila folder he carried.
“You used to work for the New York Metro system and just up and left a few months ago.”
The man looked uncomfortable but spoke anyway. “My cousin got me that job and I was grateful to her but we had a falling out about how she was raising her girl.” He shrugged so I left. You can ask my boss there, I explained it to him when he asked why I was leaving.”
Jack nodded, “Thank you we’ll be checking for that. Just one last question, have you seen your cousin in DC at all in the past few months?”
“No Sir, but it’s a big city.”
Jack nodded his agreement shook the man’s hand and nodded to the director. With that her turned and left. They were getting closer he could feel it.
Officer Livingston escorted Sarah all the way through the Lab to the break room where Lindsay and some of the other lab techs were having coffee. Lindsay smiled her hello and offered her a cup which she declined. She really didn’t like coffee unless it was a mocha and she usually had soda but not unless she needed it.
Rafe poked his head in and smiled in relief at her. Tim’s in interrogation with the boy suspected of assaulting Luke if you want to view it.
Just then Lindsay’s phone rang. Sarah was already on her way down the hall.
“There’s a witness that places you as the person who tried to Assault Luke Sheen.” Grace said plainly.
“I guess you didn’t count on him being a black belt did you?” Tim broke in.
“He was a freak some kind of rain main all weird couldn’t stand to be touched and stuff. Didn’t show me no respect either I was gonna show the retard too.”
“He’s Autistic and has the IQ of a genus,” Tim shot back, “There’s a difference. And even if he was mentally retarded you have no right to beat him up because he is different.”
“So I’ll get some Juvie if that,” the boy shrugged.
Tim leaned down and placed his hands on the table leaning forward. “You turned 18 last month. You can and will be tried as an adult. We have prints and a witness putting you at the scene.”
The young man held his gaze and said nothing as the officer cuffed him and lead him away.
Rafe stopped Tim and Sarah as they came out of their respective rooms. “They picked up Julia Freeman in New York. Lindsay’s in the break room.”
Lindsay looked up at them and shook her head as she finished getting details of the confession from Danny. “She kept going on and on about people taking advantage of the taxpayers and kind hearts and how they didn’t really need what they were given and generally they should just die and be put out of their misery.” She shook her head again. Danny says she seemed insane but Mac is of the opinion that she knew exactly what she was doing and he is usually right.”
“That he is,” Rafe replied, “The captain is seldom wrong.”
“I was talking to the mayor she said honestly.”
He rolled his eyes and chuckled a little. “Of course you were.” After a moment he spoke again, “You don’t seem very rattled.”
She shrugged, I grew up surrounded by the mindset. I have learned to ignore it. I have nothing to prove to them. Only to the people I care about.”
She fell silent as they watched the last of the sun leave the monument to one of her heroes. They moved through the final room the sound of the waterfall rushing in their ears.
Staring at something only she could see she quoted softly,
“The sense of an entailed disadvantage -- the deformed foot doubtfully hidden by the shoe, makes a restlessly active spiritual yeast, and easily turns a self-centered, unloving nature into an Ishmaelite. But in the rarer sort, who presently see their own frustrated claim as one among a myriad, the inexorable sorrow takes the form of fellowship and makes the imagination tender.”
He pressed a kiss lightly to he top of her head and tightened his arms around her. Yes, he thought, he was one lucky man.
Finis
A/N 2: I hope that made sense as a case. Thanks for reading.