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A Time to Heal	By : Sparkykiki Category: 1 through F > CSI: New York Views: 3039 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I am not Anthony Zuiker, Ann Donahue or Carol Mendelsohn. All the characters of CSI: NY are not mine�I�m just borrowing them for a little bit. I promise that I will put them back, exactly the way I found them when I�m done�.Oh, Cory Reid is mine and I will take credit for anything she does. :^)
Chapter 1.

Mala Suerte

Special Agent Corrine Reid hugged her coat around her, more tightly. After three months in New York, she still was not used to the weather.

�I�m from Texas. Stuck here in a New York winter? Why am I doing this to myself,� she thought to herself. She had found the transition to be a little confusing. She shook herself back to reality. She realized that the reason she was here was to somehow get enough evidence together to capture Carlos Ortiz, leader of the Mala Suerte gang.

Cautiously, she walked down the street, never noticing the two men following her. She vaguely noticed a woman walking towards her, dressed in a similar coat as hers. She was lost in thought when the young woman brushed past her.

She was shocked when she heard the distinctive sound of gunfire. As a trained FBI agent her instincts took over. In a heartbeat she had her service pistol out, scanning the crowd for the shooter. Seeing none, she again scanned the crowd, looking for victims. She saw the woman who had just passed her, lying on the ground, covered in blood.

Running up to the crowd surrounding the woman she identified herself as an FBI agent and said, �Ma�am. Ma�am? Are you ok? It�s going to be ok.� She took out her phone and called 911. She gave the operator her location and looked back at the woman, whose life was draining away quickly.

Turning around she said to a bystander, �Quick, give me your shirt.�

The bystander complied and she quickly turned it into a pad and applied pressure to the wound, hoping to slow the bleeding long enough to give the woman a fighting chance. �Ma�am, can you talk?�

The woman responded weakly, �Yes.�

�I�m Cory. What�s your name?�

�Valerie. Oh, God, it hurts,� she muttered.

�I know. The paramedics will be here soon. Just hang on, you have to fight.� Cory tried to will some strength into the woman, praying that the woman would live.

She heard sirens pull up and saw several NYPD squad cars and an ambulance arriving at the scene. She quickly relinquished her place at the woman�s side, letting the paramedics do their job.

She was still standing there, watching the paramedics work when she noticed a good-looking guy in a suit walked onto the screen. �Wow. The cops here are fine,� she thought as the dark-haired cop with blue eyes walked toward her.

�Excuse me, Miss. I�m Detective Don Flack, NYPD.�

�Special Agent Corrine Reid, FBI.�

Immediately Flack recognized from her accent that she wasn�t from New York. �Can you tell me what happened?� the detective asked.

�I was walking northbound on the street, headed for the subway, when all of the sudden 2 shots rang out. It sounded like a .22 revolver. I drew my weapon, scanned for the gunman, but saw nothing. On my second scan, I saw the woman down, shot once in the chest. She had just passed me, going southbound.�

Impressed, Flack asked, �Sounded like a .22 revolver?�

Corrine replied, �Yeah. But I guess you�ll find out if I�m right or not when you get the bullet from the hospital.�

Corrine was distracted by another vehicle pulling up. She watched as two people got out; a man with an almost military haircut and a statuesque woman with long curly hair. As they turned she realized that they were crime scene investigators.

Turning back to Flack she asked, �Do you have anymore questions?� At his nod no, she continued, �Here�s my card if anything comes up. I need to get home and change and call my supervisor to let him know why I�m late.�

�Thanks, Agent Reid,� he replied as she turned to walk away.

Flack was still watching her walk away when Mac and Stella walked up to him.

Mac was the first to speak. �Who�s that?�

Startled, Flack looked at Mac and then down at the card in his hand. �Special Agent Corrine Reid, FBI. She�s a witness. Helped try to save the victims life. You know cops are always the best witnesses.�

Stella spoke up, �What do we got, Flack?�

Flack looked at his notes. �Victim was walking southbound, had just passed Agent Reid when 2 shots rang out. Agent Reid drew her weapon and looked for the shooter, but didn�t see anyone. Saw the victim down, called 911. Said that the weapon sounded like a .22 revolver.�

Mac looked around. �That explains the lack of shell casings. Chances are the shooter dumped the weapon close by.�

Stella replied, �I�ll go search for it.� She turned and looked at some uniformed cops, �You, you and you,� she said pointing to 3 officers, �You�re with me. We are going to look for the weapon.�

The officers followed her and began the search. Two blocks away, Stella found what she was looking for. Gingerly, she picked up the .22 Smith & Wesson revolver. She bagged the evidence and walked back to the crime scene.

She called out to Mac once in hearing range. �Hey, Mac! Found a weapon, .22 revolver a couple of blocks from here.�

�That�s good, Stella. Take the evidence back to the lab and have Danny help you process it. I�m going to the hospital with Flack to interview the victim.�

�Got it.� Stella grabbed the rest of the evidence and walked back to the vehicle.

(Cory�s Apartment)

Cory had just walked into her apartment when her cell phone rang. Looking at the number on caller ID, she sighed. �Hey, Travis. I�m going to be late today.�

�Why?� her boss queried.

�I was kinda involved in a crime scene on my way to work.�

�What!�

�A woman was shot on the street behind me. I had to call the cops and an ambulance. I just got home to change into some clothes that are not bloodstained. I�ll be in the office in an hour or so.�

�OK. I�ll see you when you get here.�

Cory sighed again as she hung up the phone. �God, I hate blood.�

She stripped off her clothes as she went into the bathroom to take a shower. After turning on the water, she looked at herself in the mirror. There was a blood streak along her cheek and her hands still had some blood on them. Although she had been an agent for 8 years, blood still bothered her. �That�s why I like being a forensic accountant. The lack of blood.�

She pulled the pins out of her hair and let the red-brown curls flow down her back and took off her angular glasses. She got into the shower and let the hot water cascade over her, hoping to somehow get the memory of blood out of her brain.

After she got out of the shower, she put her hair back up into a bun, got dressed and left for work.

(Crime Lab)

Stella was working in one of the labs when Danny Messer walked in. She looked up at the younger, sandy-haired CSI and smiled.

�Whadda we got?� he asked in a thick New York accent.

�The victim is 24 year old Valerie Miller. At first glance, she looks like she is on the up and up. Graduated college 2 years ago, got a job at a law firm and is pursuing her law degree. Lives in Manhattan. Nothing in the background check showed any reason why someone would shoot her.�

Danny picked up the gun. �This the weapon?�

�Maybe. Eye witness said that the gun sounded like a .22 revolver. I found it 2 blocks from the crime scene.� Stella looked at Danny�s raised eyebrows and answered his next question before he asked it. �Eye witness is an FBI agent.�

�Really?�

�Yeah. Won�t know if the gun is the weapon until Mac gets back from the hospital with the bullet. Go ahead and dust it for prints, although considering how cold it is, I bet there are no prints. Everyone that�s sane is wearing gloves.�

Danny picked up the revolver and began to dust it for prints. Finding none, like Stella had predicted, he decided to test fire it and see if it had been used in other crimes.

He had just started to run the bullet through IBS when Mac walked into the office.

�Hey, Mac�Did you get the bullet?� asked Danny.

�Yeah. The victim didn�t make it and this is officially a homicide investigation.� Mac handed the bullet over to Danny.

Hearing the computer beep, Danny looked over at the screen. �Looks like this gun has been used in a previous murder.�

�Any suspects in that case?� asked Stella.

�Yeah. A Javier Mata, a known member of Mala Suerte. Looks like he�s a pretty hard core gang banger. Got a rap sheet longer than my arm.�

�What was his last known address?� asked Mac.

Danny clicked through to another screen. �He�s dead. Was killed while in Sing-Sing. The gun was never found in that case, but he was arrested for another murder and got life.�

Danny got up and walked to the microscope. He compared the test fire bullet from the bullet pulled from the dead woman. �The bullets match. This is definitely the gun that killed our vic.�

Right then Flack walked into the lab. �Whadda we know?�

Danny was the one that answered him. �The gun that Stella found is the one that killed our vic. It is also connected to another homicide, where the main suspect, Jose Mata, just died in prison about a year ago. That suspect was a known member of the Mala Suerte gang.�

�Mala Suerte? Aren�t they the new gang that is trying to become like the Mafia?�

�That�s the one. Anyway, I figure that the gun stayed with the gang when Mata was sent to Sing-Sing. You got any info on Mala Suerte?�

Flack replied, �Not much. I just know that they are on the FBI�s list of dangerous organizations. Maybe we can get some more info from them considering one of their agents was at the scene.�

�Good idea,� said Mac. �Danny, go with Flack to the FBI and see if you can round up someone that knows something.�

With that both Danny and Flack left the room.

(FBI Headquarters)

Cory was working on her report when Travis popped his head into her office. �How are you doing?�

Cory replied, �I�m fine. Not everyday you have to duck for cover while going to work, though.�

�I bet there�s more of that here than in Dallas, right?�

Cory smiled. �Little bit. Ducking for cover in Dallas consists of trying to hide from a jealous ex-boyfriend most of the time.�

Travis laughed at her comment and returned to his office.

Travis was sitting in his office when his assistant showed the two NYPD detectives in.

�I�m Detective Flack; this is Detective Messer from the NYPD.�

�Special Agent Travis Miller. You already know I�m with the FBI. How can I help you?�

�We are investigating the murder of a woman. The gun that was used can be traced back the Mala Suerte. We were told you were the person to see to get information on the gang,� Flack said.

Travis looked up. �I may be a good source of information, but you really want to speak to the Special Agent in charge of the investigation into the gang�s activities. I can take you to her.

With that, Travis got up and motioned for the two men to follow him. He knocked lightly on a partially opened door and said, �Cory. I have two detectives from NYPD here that want some info on Mala Suerte.�

The two men followed him into the office. �Detectives, this is Special Agent Corrine Reid. She is in charge of the investigation.�

�Cory, this is Detective Messer and Detective��

Cory cut him off. �Flack, NYPD. We�ve met. What can I do to help you detectives?�

Flack looked up in surprise. �Agent Reid, how nice to see you again.� He noticed that she had changed clothes. �We need some information on Mala Suerte. The gun used to shoot that woman this morning was traced back to them. By the way it was a .22 Smith & Wesson revolver.�

Cory got serious. �How is Valerie doing?�

Flack also got serious. �I�m sorry to say that she did not make it.� He watched as she took the news.

Cory shut her eyes and rubbed them for a second underneath her glasses. �Damn. I was hoping��

�Agent Reid, you did everything you could.�

�I know. I just hate senseless death.� Cory sighed. �This day is getting worse,� she thought. �How did you trace the gun?�

Danny�s the one that spoke up this time. �Turns out that the gun was used in a previous murder. The suspect in that murder was Javier Mata.�

Cory looked confused. �But he died over a year ago in prison?�

�We know,� replied Danny. �Close as we can figure, Mala Suerte kept the gun.�

�Look detectives, I can get you all the information that you need on Mala Suerte, but it�s going to take a couple of hours. How �bout, I bring the info down to the station when I get it collected?�

Danny looked at Flack. �Sounds good to me, but bring it to the crime lab. Thanks for your time.�

With that, both men walked out of the office.

Travis turned to Cory and said, �You know what this means, don�t you? That woman was not the target. You were.�

Cory responded. �I know. Mala Suerte wants me dead.�

�I�m going to assign a bodyguard to you.�

�Travis, you don�t have to do that. That will result in more people getting killed. I�m a big girl. I can take care of myself.�

�No arguments.�

�Fine, I�ll use the bodyguard. Now leave me alone while I gather the information I need to take to the detectives.�

(Outside of FBI Headquarters)

Danny looked at Flack. �So that�s your eyewitness, huh? She�s kinda cute for a Southern girl.�

�What are you talkin� about Messer?�

�Come on, you were flirting with her!�

�No, I wasn�t.�

�Whatever. Just ask her out if you want to.� Danny ducked as Flack tried to slap him upside his head.

Laughing, the two men got into the SUV and left to go back to the crime lab.

AN: Okay guys. This is the first chapter. This is also archived at fanfiction.net under my same penname. Please R&R and let me know what you think!
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