Post by Laci Caine on Aug 5, 2009 16:57:35 GMT -10
A lot of you have been very supportive of my idea... so I just hope that I do not disappoint you... which, I am guessing would never happen but still.
I do apologize for the first chapter not being very 'exciting' but... have to start somewhere!
Chapter One -- Meetings
"What do you mean you saw something? Our daughter is absolutely fine!"
The woman looked at her husband like he was the one person that did not believe her when she said that she saw her daughter- their daughter up in the counter of her room not just on the floor but rather the ceiling. "She was like a spider or something. Just... crawling up towards the ceiling and hissing." The woman stated, clearly in a state of panic.
"Well, what do you want me to do about it?" While the husband wasn't sure that he wanted to believe what his wife was saying about their child, it seemed as though he really didn't have a choice in the matter. He sighed. "Okay, okay... we'll call the priest and see what he recommends..."
When the priest arrived he and a couple of others that he brought along managed to get the girl tied to the bed. She was spitting out words from an entirely different language. Several incantations later the priest found that there was no way to expel the demon from the girl. And he knew who he had to call... the question was, would he show up?
*******
Horatio Caine stood in his office having looked over the newest hire's file. She seemed alright. Had been in the Navy a few years and even managed to get a spot in the JAG office as a lawyer there. It would be refreshing to have someone on his team that also knew the ends and outs of the legal system. That would definitely be a plus in regards to cases.
"Let her in..." He answered. Having not entirely gotten used to the phone system that was hooked to the receptionist's desk. Horatio had told them that he was fine without it, but they didn't care what he wanted. The higher ups just wanted to have a more efficient lab, and the addition of this phone was supposed to help with that.
How he didn't know. But the one thing he did know was that it was annoying as hell.
When he heard the knock on his door, he sighed. "Come in." He'd closed his door originally to get some time to himself without the rest of his team coming in -- at least for the moment. Though, when he saw the woman that walked in the room he had to hold back on dropping his jaw. Auburn hair, and blue eyes with a rather slender body definitely caught his attention it was as if he was a kid in a candy store for just a moment.
The woman entered the room, clad in a white Navy uniform and not bothering to sit down just yet. "Satine Davenport, sir." She said, knowing that there was no call for acting as if she was still a part of the Navy but it was just pounded into her head that it was just second nature to her.
Caine nodded. "Ms. Davenport, you don't have to act as if you're still in the Navy. You're a civilian now, for the most part so you can sit down without being told to."
Davenport nodded. "Alright..."
Sitting down quickly after that the woman was a bit quiet-- watching her potential boss and secretly hoping that she wouldn't have to tell him her entire life story because that... that was painful. But if that was asked of her she would tell-- if she had to.
Horatio looked at the file on his desk. He'd read every line of it and she was good-- just what his team needed. But he wanted to hear from her what she thought of the situation. "Your Admiral... Chegweddin, is it?" Watching her nod. "He recommended you for the position that I have open. It seems that you had some personal issues with someone you were working with?" He asked. Wanting to know exactly what it was that he was dealing with because the last thing this lab needed was someone hiding their past from the world.
Satine looked at him. Not sure that she wanted to answer, but knew that she had to. "Well, he was... my partner. He was on an aircraft carrier-- one that I was supposed to be on and well... it blew up. He didn't survive just as a lot of people on the ship didn't..." She answered. It was far from the truth, but that was what she was leading him and everyone at JAG to believe. As far as anyone knew they were in a relationship-- or had been before the man's death.
"Will this affect your work?"
Shaking her head she looked at him. "No, it shouldn't affect my work at all."
He smiled slightly, looking back down at her file, deciding on what to do with her. "Alright..." He started, looking at her once more. "You're hired."
She nodded letting him know that she appreciated the fact that he'd do this-- hiring her. As she was afraid that she wouldn't have been qualified enough. But... she knew the Admiral had pulled more then a few strings to get her here, too. And that included the job as a CSI.
********
John Constantine was not the man that you needed to call when you were dealing with a ghost or a poltergeist. Rather... he was the one that you called when you had a very serious demon problem. He'd moved down to Miami at the request of an old friend-- a priest. And even though he was plenty busy in Los Angeles, he figured that Miami was worth a shot.
Hell was Hell, right?
He got out of the cab and stood there a moment, flicking his cigarette to the ground. "Chas, stay here. This shouldn't take too long." He commented. Knowing the kid was itching to be able to help him on his exorcisms. But the truth of the matter was he didn't want another death on his conscience. John played with the wedding ring on his hand a bit, still having problems dealing with his wife just disappearing-- he'd been searching for her despite all the other things that he was having to attend to. Though, every now and again he was needed for a situation like this.
Even in the Miami heat, he still wore the same clothing as he did in Los Angeles -- white shirt, tie and slacks. It was comfortable and there was also the addition of a black trench coat as well. His black messy hair looked for a moment as if he'd never run a comb through it due in part to the gust of wind. His dark brown eyes hiding so many secrets.
When he got into the house, he looked at his friend who just stood there. "So... why'd you call me in? You know you can handle a simple demon yourself..."
"No, John... I tried everything and cannot get the demon out of her... its why I called you."
Constantine just looked at him. "Okay... where is she?" He asked.
He followed his friend down the hallway to where the girl's bedroom was. The mother it seemed was in total shock, crying, all the while praying for her daughter. He wanted to laugh at that-- simple prayers just didn't work on all demons. When he entered the room, he took charge. Moving over to the window, he pulled the curtain open to allow in light, not noticing the girl flinching at the sunlight. Holding up a collection of medallions with the help of the sun he was able to determine just what kind of demon they were dealing with.
He quickly jumped up on the bed, standing over the girl before moving in closer and just as swiftly he placed the medallion on her forehead, pressing it hard into her skin. "Its Constantine. John Constantine, a**hole." He stated, firmly. Watching as the demon came through the girl's skin. John punched the demon in the face as hard as he could and feeling the effects of that punch. Shaking his fist a bit, he moved to get up off of the bed.
"I need a mirror. A very big mirror." He snapped at those in the house. "A full length mirror will work, if you have one." He continued before moving out to the window. It was a two story house, which worked better then if it were a one story. "Chas, move the car!"
"What? Why?" The kid asked, not sure of what was being asked.
John looked at him. Even from up where he was-- half in and half out of the window he could see the poor kid's confusion. "I said MOVE THE GOD d**nED CAR!"
"Okay." Chas answered rather nervously. He turned the cab's engine on and backed up the car a bit. "There car's moved!"
Constantine just looked at the kid before getting back into the room. Noticing that they had managed to get a hold of a full length mirror as he'd requested. "Okay, what I want you to do is hold it above the bed. Close your eyes, and whatever you do, do not look!" He commanded, quickly moving to tie the mirror securely so they wouldn't lose the chance of getting the demon out.
He moved his attention back to the demon in the girl. "Show yourself..."
And the demon did just that... still spouting off in another tongue at Constantine.
John grinned slightly. "Smile pretty, you vain prick.... for your boss." He commented. Knowing that the demon would do just that. And when he was sure that the demon was now locked within the mirror instead of the girl, he looked at the one holding the rope. "Pull it!" Moving to get the rope himself to pull the mirror until it flipped all of the way out of the window with a very angry demon trying to get out of it.
It fell right on the hood of the cab, shattering the mirror and killing the demon-- sending it back to hell.
When he finished, and was sure that the demon was gone, he left the room. Looking to his friend. "I need some help..."
"From me?" The priest asked.
John looked at him. "Listen I... that exorcism wasn't right..." He started. Nothing felt right to him anymore.
The priest looked at him. "Its because she's gone, isn't it? Have you found out weather she's alive or not?" He asked. Not sure that he was going to get an answer out of the taller man. Knowing that he tended to be a bit secretive when it came to personal matters. "Hey... you were the one that asked for help."
"I know... and no, I haven't. But... I know someone who might know..."
He left the house then, lighting another cigarette on the way. These things had killed him once, and now that the one thing that kept him living was gone, he didn't see any reason for him to quit. Once he got in the cab, he sat there in silence for a moment.
"John, why would you do that to a car that you know isn't mine?" Chas asked.
"I told you to move the car."
Chas sighed. "You did tell me to move it..." He answered, answering his own question in a way. "But if you told me that you were dropping a 50 pound mirror with a pissed off demon... I would have moved it much further."
Constantine raised an eyebrow. "Alva..."
"Yes, John. I know where to go." The kid answered as he turned around to start the engine and drive off. "Hey, do you think if you ever told me more about what you do that maybe I can help out?"
"Nope."
“But… your wife helped you…”
John looked at him, and instantly the kid knew when to shut up. As if he ever really did much of that…
I do apologize for the first chapter not being very 'exciting' but... have to start somewhere!
Chapter One -- Meetings
"What do you mean you saw something? Our daughter is absolutely fine!"
The woman looked at her husband like he was the one person that did not believe her when she said that she saw her daughter- their daughter up in the counter of her room not just on the floor but rather the ceiling. "She was like a spider or something. Just... crawling up towards the ceiling and hissing." The woman stated, clearly in a state of panic.
"Well, what do you want me to do about it?" While the husband wasn't sure that he wanted to believe what his wife was saying about their child, it seemed as though he really didn't have a choice in the matter. He sighed. "Okay, okay... we'll call the priest and see what he recommends..."
When the priest arrived he and a couple of others that he brought along managed to get the girl tied to the bed. She was spitting out words from an entirely different language. Several incantations later the priest found that there was no way to expel the demon from the girl. And he knew who he had to call... the question was, would he show up?
*******
Horatio Caine stood in his office having looked over the newest hire's file. She seemed alright. Had been in the Navy a few years and even managed to get a spot in the JAG office as a lawyer there. It would be refreshing to have someone on his team that also knew the ends and outs of the legal system. That would definitely be a plus in regards to cases.
"Let her in..." He answered. Having not entirely gotten used to the phone system that was hooked to the receptionist's desk. Horatio had told them that he was fine without it, but they didn't care what he wanted. The higher ups just wanted to have a more efficient lab, and the addition of this phone was supposed to help with that.
How he didn't know. But the one thing he did know was that it was annoying as hell.
When he heard the knock on his door, he sighed. "Come in." He'd closed his door originally to get some time to himself without the rest of his team coming in -- at least for the moment. Though, when he saw the woman that walked in the room he had to hold back on dropping his jaw. Auburn hair, and blue eyes with a rather slender body definitely caught his attention it was as if he was a kid in a candy store for just a moment.
The woman entered the room, clad in a white Navy uniform and not bothering to sit down just yet. "Satine Davenport, sir." She said, knowing that there was no call for acting as if she was still a part of the Navy but it was just pounded into her head that it was just second nature to her.
Caine nodded. "Ms. Davenport, you don't have to act as if you're still in the Navy. You're a civilian now, for the most part so you can sit down without being told to."
Davenport nodded. "Alright..."
Sitting down quickly after that the woman was a bit quiet-- watching her potential boss and secretly hoping that she wouldn't have to tell him her entire life story because that... that was painful. But if that was asked of her she would tell-- if she had to.
Horatio looked at the file on his desk. He'd read every line of it and she was good-- just what his team needed. But he wanted to hear from her what she thought of the situation. "Your Admiral... Chegweddin, is it?" Watching her nod. "He recommended you for the position that I have open. It seems that you had some personal issues with someone you were working with?" He asked. Wanting to know exactly what it was that he was dealing with because the last thing this lab needed was someone hiding their past from the world.
Satine looked at him. Not sure that she wanted to answer, but knew that she had to. "Well, he was... my partner. He was on an aircraft carrier-- one that I was supposed to be on and well... it blew up. He didn't survive just as a lot of people on the ship didn't..." She answered. It was far from the truth, but that was what she was leading him and everyone at JAG to believe. As far as anyone knew they were in a relationship-- or had been before the man's death.
"Will this affect your work?"
Shaking her head she looked at him. "No, it shouldn't affect my work at all."
He smiled slightly, looking back down at her file, deciding on what to do with her. "Alright..." He started, looking at her once more. "You're hired."
She nodded letting him know that she appreciated the fact that he'd do this-- hiring her. As she was afraid that she wouldn't have been qualified enough. But... she knew the Admiral had pulled more then a few strings to get her here, too. And that included the job as a CSI.
********
John Constantine was not the man that you needed to call when you were dealing with a ghost or a poltergeist. Rather... he was the one that you called when you had a very serious demon problem. He'd moved down to Miami at the request of an old friend-- a priest. And even though he was plenty busy in Los Angeles, he figured that Miami was worth a shot.
Hell was Hell, right?
He got out of the cab and stood there a moment, flicking his cigarette to the ground. "Chas, stay here. This shouldn't take too long." He commented. Knowing the kid was itching to be able to help him on his exorcisms. But the truth of the matter was he didn't want another death on his conscience. John played with the wedding ring on his hand a bit, still having problems dealing with his wife just disappearing-- he'd been searching for her despite all the other things that he was having to attend to. Though, every now and again he was needed for a situation like this.
Even in the Miami heat, he still wore the same clothing as he did in Los Angeles -- white shirt, tie and slacks. It was comfortable and there was also the addition of a black trench coat as well. His black messy hair looked for a moment as if he'd never run a comb through it due in part to the gust of wind. His dark brown eyes hiding so many secrets.
When he got into the house, he looked at his friend who just stood there. "So... why'd you call me in? You know you can handle a simple demon yourself..."
"No, John... I tried everything and cannot get the demon out of her... its why I called you."
Constantine just looked at him. "Okay... where is she?" He asked.
He followed his friend down the hallway to where the girl's bedroom was. The mother it seemed was in total shock, crying, all the while praying for her daughter. He wanted to laugh at that-- simple prayers just didn't work on all demons. When he entered the room, he took charge. Moving over to the window, he pulled the curtain open to allow in light, not noticing the girl flinching at the sunlight. Holding up a collection of medallions with the help of the sun he was able to determine just what kind of demon they were dealing with.
He quickly jumped up on the bed, standing over the girl before moving in closer and just as swiftly he placed the medallion on her forehead, pressing it hard into her skin. "Its Constantine. John Constantine, a**hole." He stated, firmly. Watching as the demon came through the girl's skin. John punched the demon in the face as hard as he could and feeling the effects of that punch. Shaking his fist a bit, he moved to get up off of the bed.
"I need a mirror. A very big mirror." He snapped at those in the house. "A full length mirror will work, if you have one." He continued before moving out to the window. It was a two story house, which worked better then if it were a one story. "Chas, move the car!"
"What? Why?" The kid asked, not sure of what was being asked.
John looked at him. Even from up where he was-- half in and half out of the window he could see the poor kid's confusion. "I said MOVE THE GOD d**nED CAR!"
"Okay." Chas answered rather nervously. He turned the cab's engine on and backed up the car a bit. "There car's moved!"
Constantine just looked at the kid before getting back into the room. Noticing that they had managed to get a hold of a full length mirror as he'd requested. "Okay, what I want you to do is hold it above the bed. Close your eyes, and whatever you do, do not look!" He commanded, quickly moving to tie the mirror securely so they wouldn't lose the chance of getting the demon out.
He moved his attention back to the demon in the girl. "Show yourself..."
And the demon did just that... still spouting off in another tongue at Constantine.
John grinned slightly. "Smile pretty, you vain prick.... for your boss." He commented. Knowing that the demon would do just that. And when he was sure that the demon was now locked within the mirror instead of the girl, he looked at the one holding the rope. "Pull it!" Moving to get the rope himself to pull the mirror until it flipped all of the way out of the window with a very angry demon trying to get out of it.
It fell right on the hood of the cab, shattering the mirror and killing the demon-- sending it back to hell.
When he finished, and was sure that the demon was gone, he left the room. Looking to his friend. "I need some help..."
"From me?" The priest asked.
John looked at him. "Listen I... that exorcism wasn't right..." He started. Nothing felt right to him anymore.
The priest looked at him. "Its because she's gone, isn't it? Have you found out weather she's alive or not?" He asked. Not sure that he was going to get an answer out of the taller man. Knowing that he tended to be a bit secretive when it came to personal matters. "Hey... you were the one that asked for help."
"I know... and no, I haven't. But... I know someone who might know..."
He left the house then, lighting another cigarette on the way. These things had killed him once, and now that the one thing that kept him living was gone, he didn't see any reason for him to quit. Once he got in the cab, he sat there in silence for a moment.
"John, why would you do that to a car that you know isn't mine?" Chas asked.
"I told you to move the car."
Chas sighed. "You did tell me to move it..." He answered, answering his own question in a way. "But if you told me that you were dropping a 50 pound mirror with a pissed off demon... I would have moved it much further."
Constantine raised an eyebrow. "Alva..."
"Yes, John. I know where to go." The kid answered as he turned around to start the engine and drive off. "Hey, do you think if you ever told me more about what you do that maybe I can help out?"
"Nope."
“But… your wife helped you…”
John looked at him, and instantly the kid knew when to shut up. As if he ever really did much of that…