The People of New York v. Buffy Summers

by: Sam Lincoln (

Rating PG-13
Summary: An unusual case crosses the desk of Assistant District Attorney Jack McCoy.

Spoilers: Post series finale for Buffy. Set in the current season of Law and Order, but no real spoilers.

Disclaimer: All characters from Buffy are property of Mutant Enemy. All characters from Law and Order are property of Wolf Films/USA Studios. Used without permission, blah blah.

The People of New York v. Buffy Summers: Prologue

In the criminal justice system the people of New York are represented by two seperate, yet equally important groups. The police who investigate crime and the district attorneys who prosecute the offenders. These are their stories.

Central Park
Tuesday, June 10

A couple staggered through Central Park. The woman was dressed in an almost impossibly short skirt and a blouse that left little to the imagination. Her companion wore a tight-fitting shirt that called he attention to his toned chest and a pair of snug leather pants

"Kevin," the woman whined, "I'm tired and want to go home."

"Aww, come on Brit, just one more club?" Kevin pleaded. "It's too early to sleep."

"Who said anything about sleeping?" Brit asked in a voice that left doubt as to her meaning. "That shirt always makes me so hot."

"Well why didn't you say so sooner? Kevin grabbed Brit's hand and the pair dashed through the park.

"Uh Kevin where are we going?"

"Home, this is a shortcut."

"It's awfully dark."

"Don't worry, I know this way like the back of my...whoa!" Kevin shouted as he tripped over something.

"Kevin!" Brit shrieked, "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine," Kevin replied. "I just tripped over something." The clouds overhead parted, allowing the moon to shine through. In the faint glow the shape of a woman's body became visible. Brit's scream pierced the night.

Detective Lenny Briscoe took a long drink from the cup of coffee he had purchased from a street vendor inside the park. He crushed the empty paper cup and tossed it into a trashcan before walking over to the police tape guarded by a uniformed patrolman.

"I'm Detective Briscoe, Homicide," he told the patrolman as he held out his badge.

The patrolman nodded, "The body's right this way detective." The cop held up the tapeline for Lenny.

"So who called it in?" Lenny asked the cop.

"A pair of clubbers heading home tripped over it. They're still pretty shaken up, but didn't see anything."

Lenny nodded, "Ok, thanks Officer."

"Hey Lenny!" Briscoe's partner Detective Ed Green called out. "What took you so long man?"

"Sorry Ed, I was getting to get my beauty sleep," Lenny replied.

"Beauty sleep, you?" Ed laughed. "That's an oxymoron.

"Yeah very funny. So what do we have?"

"The victim is a Caucasian female. She still had her wallet on her." Ed tossed Lenny a leather wallet.

Lenny opened the wallet and examined its contents. "Hundred bucks in cash, traveler's checks, credit cards. According to her driver's license her name is Rachel Dietz of San Francisco, age twenty-six." Lenny sighed. "So what killed her?"

"Gee detective, that's a toughie," the coroner said as he rolled the body over.

"Oh that's just nasty!" Ed exclaimed. The woman's shirt lay open, exposing the gaping hole in her chest.

"Her heart's been cut out," the coroner explained. "There's not enough blood on the ground for this to be the crime scene."

"So he killed her somewhere else then dumper her here," Ed concluded.

"She left her heart in New York City," Lenny noted.

-to be continued-