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Ring around the rosie
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything/anyone from CSI, no money being made etc etc, you know the drill.
For this fic I'm recycling the name of Phoenix Matthews as my main character, others will appear. Please do not use them. This fic starts around the beginning of season 6.
Part 1
Sighing I took my sunglasses off and tucking them in a pocket of my leather jacket as I crouched next to the fifth victim. I already wore a pair of gloves. I heard voices coming closer, although there was a hair dryer styling chair blocking the view of the body, I glanced back at Deputy Jordon Mayer who stood by the door of the towns only salon.
"Can you bring that changing screen closer, no one else needs to see this," I stood up, heading over to the door and pulling it open, stepping outside. I could hear the man before I saw him round the corner.
"Where's my son?! Where's Ryan?!" He came around the corner. Phoenix hurried over to him. He caught sight of me almost immediately.
"Where is he?!" His eyes moved towards the salon. I quickly put myself between him and the salon.
"Mayor, you need to go home," I said. Jack Travis was the towns mayor. He tried to get past me. The towns other deputy David Mack came forward, trying to pull Jack backward.
"Let me go, that's my son!" His voice was desperate. I held up my hands in front of me.
"Mayor...Jack, I need you to stay here," I looked up at him. Already I could see the tears coming from his eyes.
"He's all I have left since Lucy died..." he whispered. I nodded, hands still up.
"I know, but you need to let me do the job this town pays me for. If you go in there now, whatever evidence is there will be contaminated. When we catch this you want him to be punished for what he's done and for that to happen you can't go in there, alright?" I was looking him right in the eye. Eventually he nodded once.
"I'll do everything I can to get this guy, Jack," I told him. He moved back to sit on a nearby bench.
"Hopefully soon," Mack said to me. I sighed, shaking my head.
"Not alone, I won't. I've said that to all the parents. This damn bastard has made me a fucking liar..." I turned and went back into the salon.
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I walked down the corridor, a number of files in one hand, I had driven a few hours to get to Las Vegas. He was in his office, a grey haired man sitting opposite him. I knocked on the door and Captain Jim Brass waved me in. I opened the door, walking in and closing it behind myself. He was writing something down in a notepad.
"Just set it on the desk," he said.
"Good to see you again to, Jim," I said. At the sound of my voice he looked up, and gave me a real smile, closing his notepad, standing up and coming around the desk to me.
"Phoenix, now here's a face I haven't seen in a while," he came towards me. Arms out wide.
"Is it okay to hug you?" He asked. I smiled and did just that, a tight hug of genuine fondness.
"Hey, I'd be disappointed if you didn't," I moved back from him. Noticing the look that came from the other man.
"Gil Grissom, meet an old friend of mine, Phoenix Benning," Brass introduced us.
"Matthews," I corrected, shrugging.
"Mothers maiden name, long story," I hefted the files in my hand.
"Sorry to say, but this is mostly a business call. Already cleared through the upper levels, I came to hopefully bring you guys up to speed. Dragon Falls is the town I'm working in, few hours out of Vegas. Any-" I broke off as Brass interuppted.
"Can you spare anyone, Gil?" Brass looked at Grissom. Grissom nodded, standing up.
"Nick just finished up his case. I think I can spare him and maybe Greg for a while," he said, leading the way out the door.
"I got some work to finish up here, if you have time before heading back let's go grab something to eat and talk, huh?" Brass asked. I nodded, then grinned.
"If I miss you today, I'll see you next week. Transferring in here, Jim," I waved to him and headed after Grissom. He was already in the break room by the time I got there.
"Greg, Nick, this is CSI Phoenix Matthews, and she needs some help," Grissom said, sitting down at the table. I nodded to them both, the one eating the sandwich nodded back, the other one smiled.
"Cool name," the other said. I smiled a little.
"Thanks," I replied. Grissom cleared a space on the table and I spread out the folders. I opened the first one, the pictures of the first two victims on top.
"First two..." I took a deep breath, getting my focus back, before I continued.
"Allison and Robbie Christensen, twins, four years old. Taken from the family home on the night of September eightheenth. Found the next morning by a man walking his dog just after seven am, sitting on a park bench, cause of death exsanguination due to being stabbed multiple times. On arrival at the family home Deputy David Mack reported that the parents and older brother were still asleep and unaware of the kidnapping and murder of Allison and Robbie," I paused, closing that folder and opening the next one.
"Evidence?" Nick sked, voice terse. I shook my head.
"Whoever is doing this seems to have a very good knowledge of forensics. Each crime scene got the full works on it. I found nothing, no fingerprints, no blood, no hair, nothing. It's like these kids just disappeared from their beds and reappeared where their bodies were found," I looked down at the next folder. The bright blue eyes of a blonde haired boy looked up at me.
"Daniel Abraham, age three. Taken from his family home on the night of September the twenty first. Found the next morning tied to a lamppost outside the grocery store, found by the store owner, who was coming to open his store earlier than usual. Stabbed multiple times," I reached for the next folder opening it gently.
"Cordelia and Cornelia Wright, the youngest victims, age two, identical twins. Taken on September twenty second. Two churches in town, one twin found on the front steps of each church. Again multiple stab wounds, before this the causes of death were multiple stab wounds...normal stab wounds, causing the victims to bleed out. In this case it was..." I paused again. I ran a hand down my face.
"The...ahh...doc says the person who did this stuck his knife into...inside them..." I didn't look at anyone, reaching a slightly shaky hand for the last folder, flipping it open.
"Somtimes I really hate my job..." I muttered.
"Ryan Travis, four years old, father is Jack Travis town mayor slash manager and the reason he finally let me call in some help. He was found in a hair salon, taken from his home September twenty third. Stabbed multiple times, but again the cause of death was a knife stabbed into his..." I shrugged, took a seat at the table, sitting back in the chair. I sighed, running a tired hand down my face, shaking my head.
"The Kind of stuff I usually deal with is a broken farm fence or someone stealing a candy bar from the grocery store. That's why I'm transferring out of there, I'm lucky if I even earn a fraction of what they pay me," I sighed.
"I had two men I thought might be the suspect. I started digging through old cases in Dragon Falls. The last time there was a murder in that town was in nineteen seventy seven. It's a very quiet town, where people go to raise their family, grow old...that sort of thing...anyway, the files on these three murders back in seventy seven. Three children, the second two taken in the four days following the original murder. In order of their murders Rachel Stevens, age three, Dean Mackenzie, also three years old and Bradley Stirling. Taken from their homes the night before and each found in a very public place the next morning. Whoever's doing this, has been doing it a long time, maybe in other areas, I don't know," I looked around at them.
"The two original suspects I had were ruled out. One was two years old at the time of the murders and the other wasn't even born yet. Each of the these cases have certain things in common. The child or children were taken from their home the night before, the others in the house; parents, siblings and in one case one of the victims friends was sleeping over, no one saw or heard anything. In the latest ones, there was no fingerprints, blood, or trace of any kind found in the house. I believe that the person doing this somehow drugged or otherwise incapacitated in such a way that they either didn't see or hear anything, or they don't remember it. Same with where they were found, it was just a dump site. Each victim was stabbed thirty seven times and that in my opinion takes a hell of a lot of rage, but to keep it to exactly that number every time also takes a lot of control. It's what happened in between...I know I shouldn't let this stuff get to me, keep my mind on the job, all that...but...murdering kids is one thing, torturing them for hours before you kill them, that just..." I sighed and shrugged. Nick looked away, I could see his jaw tightening and clenching of his hands.
"I want this guy, hell the whole town wants this guy. But I have nothing on him...or her, no evidence, no witnesses. I don't have the experience and I don't have the right equipment," I shook my head. What more could I say?
"Greg, Nick, I want you two on this," Grissom stated. I stood up, gathering the files together again.
"I'm heading out in a few minutes, you guys might want to grab some stuff and bring some warm clothes to, it gets really cold out there," I told them, heading out the door. Out to the parking lot, I put the files in the trunk of my car. Then sat on the hood, waiting for Greg and Nick. After a few minutes I saw them coming towards me, both of them carrying backpacks.
"Hoping you guys have a car or something, just in case," I said, standing up. Nick raised an eyebrow.
"Just in case of what?" He asked.
"My beloved heap of junk stalls...again. I'm actually surprised it made it all the way here," I shrugged.
"Not a problem, we can take one of the SVU's, I'll go grab the keys," Greg said, turning to jog back inside. I walked over to the drivers side door, opened it with a loud squeak, I winced.
"Need a little oil there?" Nick asked me.
"Among many other things," I said. He laughed a little at that.
"I should replace it, almost twenty years old, but..." I shrugged again, not really having a reason. At that moment Greg drove past us in the SVU, waved out the window.
"I'll see you guys there," he called.
"I guess you're riding with me," I said to him. Getting behind the wheel and leaning across to unlock the passenger door.
"Just ignore the holes in the floor," I suggested. He gave me a look, I shrugged turned the key in the ignition...a few times before it started and i pulled out, heading back to Dragon Falls.
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We got back to Dragon Falls just after ten pm, we had overtaken Greg on the way in and he now followed behind us.
"You guys can stay at my place, if you want?" I glanced over at Nick.
"It's the off season, so motels closed for the winter," I explained.
"Sure, thanks," he said. I turned right, glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Greg follow us.
"So, how do you know Brass?" Nick asked me.
"Long story," I said, not wanting to talk about it with a guy I just met.
"Aww, c'mon," he grinned at me.
"Not happening," I pulled into the small driveway in front of the small house I rented, Greg parked at the curb. Nick got out of the car and moved to the trunk to grab his bag. I reached to open the door with one hand and the seatbelt with my other. A few seconds later I sighed and moved my hands back to the steering wheel. Nick came around my side of the car, looking in the open window at me. Greg walked towards the house.
"You coming?" Greg asked me on the way past. I sighed again and nodded.
"Yep," I replied. The two of the them waited, probably because they couldn't get into the house until I unlocked it. Greg looked at Nick and vice verse.
"Well...?" Nick asked eventually.
"Well..." I looked at them.
"My car's a piece of junk and now it's locked me in and the seatbelt won't open...so...do either of you have a penknife?" I asked. I didn't smile or even laugh, even though I did find this funny. Greg laughed, reaching in his pocket and then handed me a penknife. I took it, turning and reaching down sawing the blade through the seatbelt, reached over to open the passenger door to get out and found it wouldn't open either.
"Oh for the love of..." I mumbled, I started climbing out my window.
"If you say anything..." I gave the two of them a look as soon as I was out of the car and gave Greg back his knife. Nick held both hands up defensively.
"I wouldn't dream of it," he said. I grabbed the files and headed up the front walk, unlocking the door walking inside. That was when my radio came to life.
"Matthews you there?" A male voice came through. I dumped the files on a small stand just inside the door, pulled the radio out of my pocket.
"What is it, Kenny?" I asked.
"Jordon just called in, neighbor found Kyle Roberts on his porch, he's dead. He's waiting on Evan to get there and they might need you there," Kenny replied.
"Mind if I drive? We'll get there faster," I looked at Greg and he passed me the keys.
"We're on our way. Where's Evan right now?" I asked, as I turned and headed out the front door again, Nick and Greg had dropped their bags off, but were already heading out to the SVU.
"I just called him. He says he's out at the Wright's place, but he should be on his way in soon," Kenny responded. I got in the SVU with Nick and Greg and started driving to the Roberts place. I looked at Nick in the rearview mirror and then at Greg next to me.
"Kyle Roberts has one daughter, I think she's five, married to Laura for...I don't know how long now," I said. Greg looked back at me.
"How do you know all that?" He asked me. I shrugged, made a turn onto Maple avenue.
"This is the kind of town where everyone knows everybody else. If your neighbors don't see you for a few days they check up on you. If you're sick, your neighbor will bring you food, take care of your kids...if you can't get around easily folks'll do your grocery shopping. Stuff like that," I flashed a quick grin at him.
"That's another reason I wanna get out of here, I mean it's nice and all, but...it's a little creepy at the same time," I pulled up to the curb behind Meyers patrol car and got out. I wasn't expecting to find much evidence here, just like at the others. I nodded to Jordon who stood just in front of the porch steps.
"Laura says Nina is gone," he said.
"You didn't move Kyle or touch anything?" I asked. He shook his head.
"Seemed obvious to me that he's dead. There's at least two shots to the chest, he's escalating," he replied. I nodded moved past him and up the steps, pulling on a pair of gloves as I went. I crouched by the body carefully, so as not to disturb any possible evidence, I looked him over. Nick moved up behind and Greg went into the house with Jordon. Then I saw something next to the body, my eyes narrowed as I put a marker in place and picked up the small intricately carved picture frame, with the picture of a young girl in it. I held it out to Nick and he put it into a little envelope.
"Make sure no one else sees that and don't mention it to anybody," I said.
"Why?" He asked, thinking it was an odd request.
"Trust me, I have my reasons," I looked up at him, he nodded and put the envelope in a pocket.
"Nothing else I can see, can you help me turn the body?" I moved up by the head and shoulders and we turned him on his side.
"No exit wounds, unlucky for this guy, lucky for us...if we can trace the bullets," I turned at the sound of a car pulling up, the sheriff had arrived. He walked up to the porch. I stood up, coming to the top of the steps.
"Stay there, Evan," I ordered. He frowned slightly, but did as I told him to.
"What is it?" He asked.
"If there's any evidence I don't want more people just confusing what's here," I explained. He nodded, accepting that reason. I went back to the body and to look for more evidence.
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We were back to the Police station with what little evidence we had. The body had been taken to the mortuary, the doctor was going to do the autopsy there. I already had my suspicions as to who it was now. As soon as we got to the station and headed inside with the evidence. The Sheriff and Jordon Mayer were already there, the sheriff coming towards us as soon as we came in.
"I want to see what you have so far," he stated. I shook my head, setting down the stuff i was carrying on a desk.
"We need to go through it all properly first. When we have answers, you'll have answers," I was watching him closely. Both Nick and Greg seemed to sense something was up, despite me not saying anything about my suspicions.
"Phoenix, he's the sheriff he knows how to deal with this kind of stuff," Jordon put in.
"Not now, Jordon," I didn't look at Mayer, my eyes still on the sheriff.
"I just want to take a look at what we have, I'll do my best not to contaminate anything," Evan moved towards the evidence I had set down on the desk. I moved my right hand to the pistol and closed my fingers around the butt of my weapon after, flicking the lock on the holster open. I heard both Greg and Nick doing the same.
"Back off, Sheriff," I said firmly. He paused in his tracks.
"You going to shoot me if I don't?" His voice clearly stating the fact that he didn't believe I would actually challenge him. He made a quick move for the desk, I moved in between him and it, pulling my gun clear of the holster.
"You need to back down and let us do our job, sheriff," my eyes narrowed at him.
"You think I had something to do with this?" He asked.
"You're the sheriff here, I'm the CSI, as are these two gentlemen with me. We collect and analyze the evidence. That's our job, not yours. Now I won't tell you again, back off," this was the first time I had ever had to pull my weapon on someone outside of target practice. He looked unsure for a moment.
"She right, Sheriff Stevens, get back," Nick said from behind me. The sheriff still stood his ground. Jordon moved up behind him slowly, not really believing what was happening here.
"Evan, come on. Just let them take care of this," he said. The sheriff moved his hand towards his own holster. I raised my gun, actually pointing it at him.
"Don't do that," Nick said sharply.
"I'm just taking my gun out, Jordon said that Kyle was shot. Check my gun, it hasn't been fired recently," he held his gun out to me. I glanced back at Greg and Nick, both nodded. I looked back at Evan, reholstered my own weapon, pulled on a glove and took his gun. Ejecting the clip and checking it.
"He's right," I said, setting the gun on the desk.
"Give me your backup piece," I ordered. He paused, as if it was unexpected.
"Don't look at me like that, every cop I've ever known has a backup piece somewhere. Now give it to me," I held out my gloved hand. Slowly he bent down and pulled a pistol from an ankle holster, standing up again he gave it to me. I popped it open, looking up at the sheriff.
"Three shots fired," I stated. I passed the gun back to Greg.
"You want to try explaining that now, or are you actually going to make us process all the evidence first?"
"Have you ever heard them? Chattering, screaming, laughing...getting in the way! Who the hell do they think they are?!" He exploded. Jordon blinked as if coming out of a dream, reaching for his gun and I knew his intention was to shoot Evan. Quickly I moved past the sheriff, knowing that Nick and Greg had me covered, at least I hoped so.
"Jordon, don't do that," I put my hand over his that was just pulling his gun out. I looked into his eyes.
"After what he's done?! He deserves to die!" Jordon glared back at me. I knew his anger wasn't directed at me.
"He's the sheriff and he did all this!" He tried to pull his hand free of mine.
"I know. He's the sheriff of this town," I kept my voice calm.
"No one here will say anything if I kill him,"
"No, they won't. But we are the law in this town and we all took an oath to abide by it. Put the gun away, Jordon," I told him. Tears came to his eyes, and he shook his head.
"Allie and Robbie were my sisters kids. I loved them," his voice was quiet.
"I know. Sarah needs you now, she and Darryl both need you to be strong and help them through this. Enough people have died in this place already, we don't need anymore," I pushed his gun back into his holster and he let it go. I kept my hand where it was for another moment, until I was sure he wasn't going to pull it again. I stepped back from him, turning back to the sheriff.
"Evan Stevens, you are under arrest...." I pulled him back towards the only cell in the building, reading him the rest of his rights on the way. After locking him in, I looked back at the others. Picking up the evidence I had put down when I came in.
"Keep an eye on him Jordon, I'll be back in a while," I headed out the door, followed by the two other CSI's.
"First night you get here and it's solved already," I shook my head, frowning a little.
"Yeah, then why don't you look happy?" Greg asked.
"One adult and eight kids were murdered in this town and not in very nice ways, would you be happy?" I looked at him.
"That's not all though. Maybe it's just me but this seems to easy, up to now he was very careful not to leave any evidence...so why now?"
"Maybe Kyle Roberts saw him coming out of the house with his daughter, or close by," Nick suggested.
"It was the sheriff, so Kyle may have thought that he was bringing his daughter back. But Stevens knew that he couldn't leave a witness and because he was the sheriff Kyle didn't suspect any wrongdoing so he didn't expect getting killed," he continued. I nodded thoughtfully.
"Maybe so, I'm probably worrying over nothing..."
"We still have time to get back before the shift is over," Greg said. He looked at Nick.
"Greg's right, we should head back soon," Nick said. I nodded, took the SVU keys and my house keys from a pocket.
"Just put the house keys under the mat when you're done. I'm going to stay here and make sure Jordon or anyone else doesn't loose their cool again until I can call the state police in the morning," I handed the keys to him. He grinned back at me.
"Seea ya when ya get to Vegas," he said, jogging over and getting into the SVU. Greg drove it away down the mainstreet and I went back into the station.
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