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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2008-01-15 01:53 pm
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Flack - Slam Dunk
Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: Slam Dunk
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Flack, Stella Bonasera
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csi50 Prompt: 002. Forensics
realmofthemuse Prompt: 1.90.1e
fic_variations Prompt: work (#5)
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Flack and Stella catch a very rare slam-dunk case.
Author's Note: N/A.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
“What have we got?” Stella asked as she made her way over to the crime scene.
“Vic’s name is Michael Greenland. He’s a stocks and bonds guy over on Wall Street. We already have the guy who did it in custody, so all you have to do is collect the evidence and confirm what the eyewitness said.”
“You got an eyewitness, Flack?” Stella said with a smirk. “How did you manage that?”
“Get this,” Flack said with a smirk. “The landlady’s name is Martha Wallace. Martha is heading down to her laundry when she caught one of her renters, Jerry Simpson in the laundry room, washing bloody clothes. So she does what any good landlady does—she snoops around.”
“Which is when she found the body.” Stella said with a knowing smile.
“Guy hadn’t even bothered to hide the body,” Flack said with a laugh. “He left it in the middle of the hallway for just about anyone to find, and then ran off to wash his clothes first.”
“So that was when the landlady called the police?”
“Actually, she went down to the basement, knocked him out with a broom, tied him up and then called the police. By the time we got here, she spilled everything, and he was begging us to get him away from her. Uniforms are getting ready to take him down to the station now.”
“Did he actually manage to wash the clothes.”
“He was in the middle of pre-treating,” Flack said, pointing over to the bloodstained t-shirt left on the washer. “I don’t know what that’s going to do to the evidence, but there’s some spots where you might still be able to get some DNA.”
“Sounds good,” Stella nodded. “Why don’t you sit the guy down, and see if you can get a confession on top of that?”
“You got it,” he nodded. “Call me if you find anything.”
“Will do.”
***
“Jerry,” Flack said with his best smartass smirk, leaning back against the back wall of the interrogation room, behind the suspect. Stella was sitting across from them, watching Jerry’s face intently. “Getting beat up by the landlady? That’s got to be a low point.”
“Hey, that bitch has got the wrong guy,” Jerry replied, glaring back at Flack. “I didn’t kill him.”
“You have his blood all over your shirt, he was found killed in your hallway when he lives two floors up, you just lost all your money on a stock he convinced you to buy, the knife that killed him was from your apartment—there are too many coincidences here, Jerry.”
“Okay, yeah I was pissed about the stock thing—but I didn’t kill him. That would be stupid.”
“And the knife from your apartment?” Flack asked, glancing over at Stella as she held up the picture of the knife used in the crime.
“I lose those knives all the time,” he said. “Someone must have found one and used it to kill Mike.”
“In your hallway. Right in front of your apartment.”
“I don’t know what else to tell you guys,” Jerry said leaning back in the seat.
“Then explain the blood on your shirt,” Stella said, raising an eyebrow and holding up the evidence photo she had taken of the shirt.
“I found him in the hallway and tried to help him. Some blood must have gotten on my shirt then.”
“So you found the guy in the hallway, tried to save his life, and didn’t think to call nine-one-one before going to clean up?”
“I wasn’t actually thinking straight, alright? Someone had just died right in front of me. I was traumatized.”
“There’s another problem with your little story, Jerry,” Stella replied. “See the way the blood is spattered all over your shirt? That kind of spatter pattern doesn’t happen when you’re just trying to save someone’s life. That happens when you’re doing the damage to begin with.”
Jerry fell silent looking between the two of them, and Flack just smirked back at him. “Aren’t forensics a bitch?”
“This is your last chance, Jerry,” Stella continued. “Talk to us now, and we’ll see if we can get you a deal from the DA.”
Jerry just glared up at them, before crossing his arms in front of his chest. “I think I want a lawyer.”
“Fine,” Stella said with a sigh, getting her photos together as Flack nodded to the uniform to take the man in question down to central booking. “Hope you like prison, Jerry. Cuz you’re going away for a long time.”
Jerry just glared back at them, and Flack and Stella made her way out of the room. Flack glanced down at his watch and turned back to Stella with a smirk. “Case caught, solved, and booked in under a day. I think that’s a new record.”
Stella laughed, “We are just that good, aren’t we?”
“Yes, we are,” Flack grinned, following her back into the precinct.
Title: Slam Dunk
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Flack, Stella Bonasera
csi50 Prompt: 002. Forensicsrealmofthemuse Prompt: 1.90.1efic_variations Prompt: work (#5)Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Flack and Stella catch a very rare slam-dunk case.
Author's Note: N/A.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
“What have we got?” Stella asked as she made her way over to the crime scene.
“Vic’s name is Michael Greenland. He’s a stocks and bonds guy over on Wall Street. We already have the guy who did it in custody, so all you have to do is collect the evidence and confirm what the eyewitness said.”
“You got an eyewitness, Flack?” Stella said with a smirk. “How did you manage that?”
“Get this,” Flack said with a smirk. “The landlady’s name is Martha Wallace. Martha is heading down to her laundry when she caught one of her renters, Jerry Simpson in the laundry room, washing bloody clothes. So she does what any good landlady does—she snoops around.”
“Which is when she found the body.” Stella said with a knowing smile.
“Guy hadn’t even bothered to hide the body,” Flack said with a laugh. “He left it in the middle of the hallway for just about anyone to find, and then ran off to wash his clothes first.”
“So that was when the landlady called the police?”
“Actually, she went down to the basement, knocked him out with a broom, tied him up and then called the police. By the time we got here, she spilled everything, and he was begging us to get him away from her. Uniforms are getting ready to take him down to the station now.”
“Did he actually manage to wash the clothes.”
“He was in the middle of pre-treating,” Flack said, pointing over to the bloodstained t-shirt left on the washer. “I don’t know what that’s going to do to the evidence, but there’s some spots where you might still be able to get some DNA.”
“Sounds good,” Stella nodded. “Why don’t you sit the guy down, and see if you can get a confession on top of that?”
“You got it,” he nodded. “Call me if you find anything.”
“Will do.”
***
“Jerry,” Flack said with his best smartass smirk, leaning back against the back wall of the interrogation room, behind the suspect. Stella was sitting across from them, watching Jerry’s face intently. “Getting beat up by the landlady? That’s got to be a low point.”
“Hey, that bitch has got the wrong guy,” Jerry replied, glaring back at Flack. “I didn’t kill him.”
“You have his blood all over your shirt, he was found killed in your hallway when he lives two floors up, you just lost all your money on a stock he convinced you to buy, the knife that killed him was from your apartment—there are too many coincidences here, Jerry.”
“Okay, yeah I was pissed about the stock thing—but I didn’t kill him. That would be stupid.”
“And the knife from your apartment?” Flack asked, glancing over at Stella as she held up the picture of the knife used in the crime.
“I lose those knives all the time,” he said. “Someone must have found one and used it to kill Mike.”
“In your hallway. Right in front of your apartment.”
“I don’t know what else to tell you guys,” Jerry said leaning back in the seat.
“Then explain the blood on your shirt,” Stella said, raising an eyebrow and holding up the evidence photo she had taken of the shirt.
“I found him in the hallway and tried to help him. Some blood must have gotten on my shirt then.”
“So you found the guy in the hallway, tried to save his life, and didn’t think to call nine-one-one before going to clean up?”
“I wasn’t actually thinking straight, alright? Someone had just died right in front of me. I was traumatized.”
“There’s another problem with your little story, Jerry,” Stella replied. “See the way the blood is spattered all over your shirt? That kind of spatter pattern doesn’t happen when you’re just trying to save someone’s life. That happens when you’re doing the damage to begin with.”
Jerry fell silent looking between the two of them, and Flack just smirked back at him. “Aren’t forensics a bitch?”
“This is your last chance, Jerry,” Stella continued. “Talk to us now, and we’ll see if we can get you a deal from the DA.”
Jerry just glared up at them, before crossing his arms in front of his chest. “I think I want a lawyer.”
“Fine,” Stella said with a sigh, getting her photos together as Flack nodded to the uniform to take the man in question down to central booking. “Hope you like prison, Jerry. Cuz you’re going away for a long time.”
Jerry just glared back at them, and Flack and Stella made her way out of the room. Flack glanced down at his watch and turned back to Stella with a smirk. “Case caught, solved, and booked in under a day. I think that’s a new record.”
Stella laughed, “We are just that good, aren’t we?”
“Yes, we are,” Flack grinned, following her back into the precinct.
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