A Grave to Dig
Detective Stella Bonasera stepped under the crime tape and into her scene. Hawkes was already there waiting for her leaning over the resting place of their dead body. She took a step closer and began to mentally evaluate the scene. 'Body found inside of a shed, half way in a container of some sort, male, late thirties, two gun shot wounds, look like through and throughs, don't see any shell casings, or bullet holes in the walls, killer most likely cleaned up after himself.'
"Hey Stel!" Hawkes waved his hand in front of her face. Her eyes blinked rapidly as she looked up at her friend. "Welcome back."
"Sorry, I was just taking everything in." She knelt down to get a better look at the victim. "Any idea who he is?"
"Victor Channing, owner of this residence, rigor puts his death at no more then 12 hours ago." He looked over at her and handed her his wallet that he had gotten out of his pocket earlier. He had already done a positive facial match with the ID inside but still being one of the 'rookies' in the CSI team he did his best to explain all his findings and hand them over to the bosses.
"Ok, any distinct information you can tell me about the wounds?" She lightly placed her hand on the back of the body where one of the bullet wounds was.
"Not really, just a simple through and through. The only thing unique about this is it as if the killer was never here. There are no shell casings, no bullets, no bullet holes, and no ricochet marks, nothing to tell us anything about the killer yet." He began to open up his kit as did Stella, both preparing to start processing the scene.
"Doesn't matter how thorough he was, there is always evidence that traces back to someone." Stella took out her fingerprinting powder and dust and began to head for the door knob of the shed.
"Lotus, how the hell did you end up in that container? And what the hell are you doing in New York?" Danny could not help but be a little pushy about the matter. He had not seen or heard from her in six years and now she shows up in the container most likely holding her dead parents, who were kidnapped seven years ago.
"I came to New York to visit you; I wanted it to be a surprise, since we haven't seen each other in so long." She fiddled with the edge of the blanket she was under. Whenever she was nervous she always found something to keep her hands busy, it was a habit she had never been able to break.
"Yeah, I haven't seen you since, you sold your parents house, packed up and moved without so much as a goodbye to my face. I just got home one night after work, the night of work you didn't show up for and find a message on my answering machine. 'Hey I got a job in Colorado, I am sorry Danny, I just can't stay in New York anymore.' And then that is the last I hear from my friend for six years!" Danny could not help but be a little sensitive in the matter. He had always wanted to know what made his greatest friend just pick up and leave everything, her work, her home, her friend, and her life behind.
"Danny, you know why I left, there is not a doubt in your mind that I left to get away from the memories and the scandals that continued to follow me after my parents disappearance." She heaved in a large sigh and let it out. "Danny, I couldn't even do my job anymore. Everywhere I went reporters were there to ask me if any new evidence on my parents disappearance had been found, the people at work treated me differently. Even you, you no longer looked at me the way you used too, you only looked at me with pity, and that was and still is the last thing I need."
"Ok, well, the past isn't changing. So let's start with when did you get to New York?" Danny pulled out his pad and pen and prepared to write down what she remembered.
"I got to New York, the day before yesterday. I had come here to see you and I had received an email tipping me off to some new information on my parents kidnapping." She closed her eyes as she tried to remember all that had happened.
"Where did you go after the airport?" Danny looked up from his pad to see her struggling with the trying to remember. "Do you want to do this later?"
"No, it is just that most of it is still fuzzy, I remember meeting the man who had sent me the email, his name was Victor, something or other. The email is in my pants pocket. After that, I really don't remember anything." She held her hand to her head and then with left hand reached for the glass of water on the table next to her only to wince in pain and draw her injured arm back.
"So you don't remember anything after that, you don't remember how you got the gash on your arm, you don't remember getting the burns on the back of your neck, or being put into the container with your parents?" Danny grabbed the glass and handed it to her. "Do you even remember making the 911 call?"
She shook her head as she took a sip of the water glass in her hand. "How long till I can get out of here?"
"I don't know," Danny stood up, "I can go ask the doctors though." She looked up at him and smiled. A real smile, like the ones she used to give him seven years ago, before her parents disappeared. One that he had missed and had almost forgotten what it looked like.
"Thanks Messer," she called him the nickname that she had given him so many years ago. Even she could not help but feel as if they hadn't even been apart a day.
Danny walked out of the room and down to the nurse's station down the hall. Lotus continued to stare at the area of her arm that was bandaged. She shut her eyes. Why can't I remember anything? She brought her other arm to the back of her neck where the other bandage was. What the hell happened to me? She began trying to piece together the small fragments that she did remember only to find that no matter what she did, she could only remember fragments, nothing that seemed to piece them together. Images of a shed, the interior of a car, a flash of light and a loud noise, the smell of death, and the feeling of panic, those were the only things that she could remember.
"Lotus?" Danny stood in the doorway; it appeared that he had been there for awhile. "You ok?"
"Yeah, what did the nurse say?" She looked up at him and did her best to smile and hide the fact she was worried about what had happened to her.
"She said you can leave tonight. Your injuries are not that bad and so long as you take it easy, you should have no problems." He noticed the fear behind her smile. He had always been able to read her easier then anyone else in the world and there was no way she could hide anything from him. "Do you have a place to stay?"
"No, I was going to get here and see if I could find a hotel to stay in but now I have no money or anything to get into one." She shrugged her shoulders and let out a large sigh.
"Hey, I still have a guest room; you can stay with me as long as you need." He walked closer to her and sat down on the chair next to her bed. "If that is ok with you, I mean?"
"It would be nicer to stay someplace that is familiar. And to feel safe." She watched as he put his hand on the edge of her bed. She did not know if he had unconsciously put it there or if he had on purpose. "Danny, despite how hard it is for me to say this, I have to know, was the rape kit, positive?"
"We are not sure yet." Danny let his eyes fall down to the floor.
"You will let me know, won't you?" Her hand moved and grabbed his as she fought back the tears that wanted to fall from her eyes. He simply nodded and she decided to change the topic. "Have my clothes already been sent to the lab?"
"Yeah, everything was sent over there." He squeezed her hand lightly, wanting to show her his empathy, that was when he remembered why she had left, she hated pity, always had. "Whenever you want to get going, let me know. I will take you to get a big slice of real New York pizza, with all the grease and pepperoni you want. Then we can go back to my place watch movies until we pass out and then I will take you by the lab tomorrow so you can give your full statement and say hi to the gang."
"Thank you Danny." She let out a big smile and then there was a moment of silence. Their eyes just staring at one another, both wanting to say something but finding that they were unable too. The moment seemed like it was going to last forever, their hands holding one another, their eyes piercing each other.
"Ms. Thatcher," a nurse walked into the room. Danny quickly let her hand go and turned around to face the door, "the doctor has cleared you to leave as soon as you wish. Just take it easy and take these medicines every morning and we want to see you next week to make sure you are doing ok."
"Thank you," Lotus looked over to state at Danny's back. The she shook her head and pulled back the covers of the blanket that covered her. He turned around to give her a big smile when he noticed the fact that she was only wearing a hospital dress and that was all she had on, and that her only clothes were at the lab.
"You might start a new fad, Thatch." He pointed out what she was wearing and she quickly covered herself with the blanket again. "I will see if I can find you some clothes." He left the room and Lotus let out a sigh again as she leaned back against the pillow again. She shook her head and allowed herself to smile, the type of smile she had not allowed in seven years.
Well I realize that this has taken longer then I meant it too but hey at least I finally update right? Let me know what you think, okay?