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Post by gonsy on Oct 9, 2009 6:41:55 GMT -10
Wow, wonderful 6 chapters! Sorry I was late. Sundancer, we will wait patiently for next chapter. Don't worry and enjoy your vacation!
Gonsy
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Post by Dr. Anna McBreadle on Oct 9, 2009 6:44:47 GMT -10
nice to know that Mac and Stella are thinking of what Horatio and Co are doing concerning Norman. with Gideon's confession and Norman being interogated, hopefully this case will be closed and Horatio can relax, just a little bit! so Mac and Stella are going to have some 'couple time' with a house warming of their own?? i bet they'll have a great time! nice chap sundancer! luv sam x
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Post by NV Oracle on Oct 9, 2009 12:56:42 GMT -10
Enjoy your vacation, Sundancer. We'll be here, waiting (semi)patiently for the next chapter. LOL.
Great chapter. Loved how you tied up the arrest with Giddeon's confession. I wondered how they had gotten who the sniper was. Also glad to see Mac and Stella making time for themselves, and even on the same page of the book. LOL
Can't wait to see what happens next.
Your friend Oracle
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Post by sundancer on Oct 11, 2009 21:24:44 GMT -10
Hey folks, today I have access to the net so this will be the chance to give you just a little update on the story. Well, I guess Mac and Stella know the story from Gideon O'Neill's point of view. So let's see how Horatio will lead Norman Gallager alias Norman Byrne to a confession... Chapter 52At the same time at the police department of Miami Dade the air was not much cooler than in the lab of Mac and Stella. But the reason for the increasing temperature was absolutely non-erotic. Until now Gallagher had not said anything at all, so Horatio had turned into the person who had to deliver the facts. Outside the room behind the one-way-window the audience had become bigger, because the state-attorney had arrived, too, and now listened to the evidence which had finally helped to get the warrant. Horatio had sat down at the table and laid out evidence after evidence and picture after picture. “Everything is linked with this rifle, Norman. Your finger-prints, your DNA, the gunshot residue, the marks of the barrel, the ammunition, the traces we’ve collected from your clothes you’ve worn during your attacks...” Horatio waited for a reaction, but there still was none. “These are all direct evidences. But after your colleagues started to doubt about you, new proves appeared.” Horatio noticed how Gallagher suddenly raised his head. ‘ Gotcha,’ Horatio thought. “My colleagues won’t blame me for the help I’d offered them.” Norman’s glance flickered. “Didn’t they?” Horatio asked back. “Well, I won’t be sure about it, Norman. Here’s the statement of the colleague whom you asked to ring me up and tell me, that Stewart O’Neill would travel to New York. – He had trusted in you and had given this information to me without any hidden agenda. By the way: this statement can be proven by the connections between his, your and my cell-phone.” At the other side of the window, a black officer of the nightshift went pale and silently said: “I really trusted in him. I thought he wanted to help Caine…” His voice nearly broke. In the interrogation-room Horatio continued to present the evidence. “You’ve really learnt to be a guardian, Norman, haven’t you? You had been quite successful, especially when you found out that it was me, who’d worked for the NYPD at the time your cousin got shot right before your eyes. – You blamed me for being responsible and changed into a nemesis.” Hate and disgust was written on Norman’s face. “First I didn’t know which cop had been responsible for all those police-raids on our territory. But in the beginning of this year I’ve heard that you’re a New Yorker and Stetler had dropped a remark that you had been in trouble for some family-reasons. This was the moment I started to dig deeper.” Horatio’s glance got a very dangerous expression. ‘Stetler,’ was everything he was able to think about. Frank noticed that his friend would not be able to continue without showing his bad temper, so he took over: “A direct attack on Caine would have become too dangerous for you, so you decided to spread distrust.” Tripp waited for the next statement of Gallagher, but Norman had decided to keep quiet again. Frank went on with his report: “In most of the cases gang-crime isn’t only something regional the responsible police-units are working on, but also under observation by the FBI. Cause Caine was involved in those old cases, you knew that a file would still exist, especially as long as the Jarheads still had been active.” Norman studied the surface of the table again and did not show any emotion at all. “And as we all know it’s quite easy to find a fed, who wants to owe his merits and feels like being appealed for some special services. Nothing is better than to catch a cop. – Lucky for you, you’ve found Agent Honeymaker who thought it won’t be necessary to verify the facts before he tried to blame an honorable CSI.” The same moment these words had been out, Frank shot a fast glance to the window at the other wall. It was more a reflex, but the wary glance in Tripp’s eyes revealed how he thought about Honeymaker. On the other side of the window the special agent slowly went backward. He did not want to look through the window and listen to the interrogation anymore. If there would have been a whole in the floor, he would have loved to jump into it voluntarily to hide forever. TBCSeems as if the interrogation will last a few moments longer. So sorry to leave you here. Maybe the next chapter will be already posted next Wednesday or Friday, depending on the place we gonna visit these days... But thanks a lot for your patience....
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Post by gonsy on Oct 12, 2009 1:06:12 GMT -10
Great chapter Sundancer, I've enjoyed a lot Horatio and Frank so p****d .... ;D... and the ones that acted wrong so ashamed...Now wainting for more! Don't worry and enjoy your visits!
Gonsy
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Post by margaret1234 on Oct 12, 2009 2:02:21 GMT -10
AH......so I was right in suspecting at the end of the day that Honeymaker was in liason with Gallagher albeit in a small way. What a toad Stetler is..... dropping the remark to Gallagher about Horatio's past in New York.....but, I am sure he didn't know what can of worms he was opening. Feel sorry for the black officer, he meant no harm.
Great chapter Sundancer.........Enjoy the rest of your vacation.
Margaret
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Post by Dr. Anna McBreadle on Oct 12, 2009 5:54:44 GMT -10
Stetler isn't going to know what hit him when Horatio gets through with him! i'm sure Stetler didn't mean to start this but still, he should have kept his trap shut about a colleagues personal life! i have a feeling Horatio will pin Stetler against a wall or something, i could just imagine that with Frank trying break it up! that would be funny to imagine, no wait, i just imagined it and it is very funny! anyway, great chap sundancer! luv sam x
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Post by NV Oracle on Oct 12, 2009 11:49:32 GMT -10
You're right, Sam, it would be very funny. I'm also sure that Honeymaker wanted a very dark black hole to fall into. LOL
Great chapter, Sundancer. Glad that you were able to post part way through your trip. Enjoy the rest of your vacation. We'll be here when you come home.
Your friend Oracle
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Post by sanne on Oct 13, 2009 0:28:20 GMT -10
Feel for the black officer. He really wanted to help and didn't know what was on Gallagher's mind........No feeling sorry for Honeymaker though........ Sandra
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Post by sundancer on Oct 16, 2009 6:38:30 GMT -10
Thanks a lot for your patience, ladies. Today we gonna join the last part of the interrogation... What do you feel about Gallagher? He's an honorable member of the CSI of Miami... on one hand. And on the other hand he's doing such weird stuff... Do you remember the words of the old O'Neill? A night had worked on his mind, hadn't it?
Chapter 53
“But you’ve forgotten about the quality of my team, Gallagher,” Horatio took over the lead again. “You’ve forgotten that they trust in me and they don’t like the feds due to many reasons. – And this is the point where they started to work on the box, which had suddenly appeared in our lab.”
Norman refused again to answer.
“Ryan Wolfe knew that sooner or later the FBI would wonder about the missing box and he made up his mind that not all evidence would be inside of this box, but on the outside, too. – Fingerprints…” Horatio let the evidence speak for itself again and put some photos on the table showing the prints coming from the box and the match with the data-base.
Norman had only a short look on the card identifying his own prints and then stared into another direction without saying anything.
Horatio continued: “You’ve stolen the box during your last talk with Honeymaker. This can be proven by the different prints we’ve found on this box: Honeymaker’s…” Caine pointed on another photo to show the position of the agent’s fingerprints. “…prints of Calleigh Duquesne who’d worked on the content at first…”
At the other side of the window Calleigh’s face flushed, but nobody else noticed it.
“…those are the prints of the man of the parcel-service…” Horatio pointed to the bottom of the box. “…and these… are yours.” He only whispered the last part of the sentence.
Outside the room the attorney was nodding satisfied. This would become quite an easy case for him and the judge with a very spectacular ending.
“When you decided to blame those sniper-attacks on me, you tried to spoil my alibis. You choose time and places I could have been in reach for all those cases which happened in Miami. This was the reason why it was so difficult for me to shift my investigations to New York. But…at the end…New York had also broken your neck.” Horatio had picked up all photos concerning the finger-prints and changed to the other topic.
Horatio could feel the look of Honeymaker at his back, but he did not turn around to the window. Instead of this he went on letting the evidence talk for itself. “For the first case you’ve estimated the time I would leave the department quite exactly. Unfortunately for your plans, the district-attorney stopped me on my way to the parking-area to talk about a case he needed some urgent information for. But the second time you’ve been much more carefully: I had no witnesses, I sat alone in my car and I forgot to sign me out as I left the building.”
Norman lifted his look from the table and stared at Horatio in a kind of childish pride. But Horatio spoiled his fun at once. “You’ve been so d*** stupid to think that I needed the same time to get from the MDPD to the building you used for your attack and to my apartment as you had needed for this trip from the building to the MDPD… to start your shift!... We’ve clocked my driving-distances and compared them with the time of the shots. No match. … But…match with yours…”
Natalia put on a big smile. Since she had known whom they had to look after, she had started to clock the way again. The time between the shots and the time Gallagher signed in for starting his night-shift at the MDPD matched perfectly.
“And then your biggest mistake followed,” Frank hopped in. “You forgot about the sometimes long-lasting trips in New York to get from one place to another.”
Norman’s glance flickered again and went back from pride to hate. At the same time he dropped his shoulders.
Horatio noticed the change in Gallagher’s attitude and wanted to bring this interrogation to an end now. “And this was the moment everybody noticed that there was somebody who wanted to get me framed.” Horatio remembered Honeymaker for a second and finally added: “Well, almost everybody…”
Outside the room there was a little commotion, because one of the observers left the scenery: Honeymaker went – not to say run – to the elevator without looking back.
“You’ve been quite a good cop, Gallagher,” Horatio was close to finish the interrogation. “It’s so sad that you’ve not managed to shift your energy… but you’re mentor O'Neill explained that the moment you’d witnessed the death of your cousin, it had worked on your mind. – Until the moment you’d tried to kill me, I hoped my team wasn’t right concerning all the data they’d collected about you.”
“You’re wrong, Lt. Caine.” This was the first time since nearly half an hour Norman got involved into the ongoing talk. “I went to the light side completely.” A little pause followed. “I made it to my mission to catch all those guys who went over the punishment. Our law-system isn’t that perfect what we make the whole world to believe. – I…it was me, who’d made it perfect. … It was me who’d started to sweep out all this dirt. … Nobody should be able to get away with crime or with bending the law.” Norman giggled a bit. “And Gideon O’Neill? Stupid old man! He thought I would take over his gun and business for the Jarheads! … He was the last one on my list…”
Horatio kept silent to let Gallagher talk. Frank bit on his finger-tips nervously and outside the room Calleigh did not dare to breathe, because this could become quite a dangerous situation for Horatio.
“Though of cause the famous Horatio Caine hadn’t bended the law, no.” Norman’s voice was close to go crackers. “He only betrayed his family… hihi… his dead family, of cause. He’d forgotten his roots! One should never forget his roots. Do you remember the blood, Caine? The blood of our fathers?”
Norman’s giggling became a bit hysterical, so Alexx silently ordered some colleagues to get ready and help Horatio and Frank in case of emergency.
Horatio waited for a short time until Gallagher had calmed down again. Then he said: “My roots had been cut off long time ago, Norman. – By people like the O’Neills and the Byrnes …or even by people like my father.”
With a single authoritarian wave of his hand, Horatio ordered the officers to get Gallagher alias Byrne out of his sight.
TBC
Next chapter will be posted next Sunday... ;D
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Post by margaret1234 on Oct 16, 2009 7:14:01 GMT -10
And well might Honeymaker run....Caught out nicely. Great chapter. Interrogation went well.. slowly placing all the evidence for Gallagher to see, ending up with him finally opening his mouth.......and thus allowing people to know he was as guilty as sin. Horatio kept his cool well.
Looking forward to next chapter. Margaret
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Post by sanne on Oct 16, 2009 8:02:00 GMT -10
Now that was an interrogation that could've come straight from the show. Great writing and Norman finally nailed. Good to see you back, BTW, Sundancer. I was getting a bit worried, not hearing from you for so long...... Sandra
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Post by deborah on Oct 16, 2009 10:36:05 GMT -10
Good chapter. I like it when he said everyone well almost everyone tried to frame him, then Honeymaker ran like a rabbit. Did anyone wonder why he left all of a sudden.
Deborah
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Post by NV Oracle on Oct 16, 2009 12:02:28 GMT -10
I loved it when Honeymaker ran. You're right, Sandra. That one read like one from out of the show. I loved it when Horatio laid down each piece of evidence. A to B to C, and the final nail into his coffin, then, when he couldn't keep his trap shut, Horatio gave him a thought to keep him chewing on for awhile
Great chapter, Sundancer. Can't wait to see what happens next.
Your friend Oracle
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Post by sundancer on Oct 17, 2009 21:57:17 GMT -10
Well, today I want to bring this story to an end... okokok, rather to an end Today I gonna post the last chapter which will be rounded by an epilogue I want to post tomorrow. Just go a bit back in your imagination... Horatio needed some back-up by a lawyer named Miko Steel and his girl-friend Erin Shaen (also see "Networks") to get to NY... I guess both are worth a visit by Horatio and Calleigh after the trip to New York ended quite successful... Chapter 54“And what about the boarding-lists of the different planes?” Erin Shaen was still caught by the story and her concentrated listening had noticed this missing detail at once. Miko Steel grinned a bit and sent an excusing glance to Horatio and Calleigh who had made themselves comfortable on the cozy couch on the patio of Erin’s house at Aton Stud. At the first sight the farm-house with the offices at the ground-floor and Erin’s large apartment on the first floor seemed to be completely dark and only the lights of the illuminations at the front-door sent out their yellow rays into the pitch-black darkness. But while approaching the house from the backside one could see the lit candles on the couch-table, and the torches standing on every edge of the roofed patio, which created a comfortable atmosphere. Horatio and Calleigh had promised to visit Erin Shaen and her boy-friend Miko Steel as soon as the case would have got solved. It was their way to say “thank you” to Miko who had backed their trip to New York at least. ‘There could be worse places to report about this story,’ Horatio thought and leaned back in his seat. Then he started to answer Erin’s question. “No problem, Miko. – Actually we didn’t really need this proof anymore. But to make the picture complete we gave also the boarding-lists to the attorney, which documented the planes Gallagher/Byrne had taken,” Horatio explained. “First we’d thought, Gallagher would travel on Stewart O’Neill’s name, but it would be too complicate to fake the ID-cards. Concerning their outward appearance Gallagher and O’Neill were completely different types,” Calleigh added. “Mac Taylor had found out that the name and the ID-number of Norman Byrne never was deleted. So he still seemed to exist, but nobody knew how and where. But if he wanted to book a flight or wanted to open a bank-account, his old name would still be active and helpful.” Horatio took a sip from the cold white-wine in his glass and enjoyed the climate of Florida. Long-lasting warm evenings and – due to the torches – only few mosquitoes were much better than the awareness that in New York the next rainfall could soon sweep away such a nice outdoor-evening. “So, he booked the tickets on his old name?” Miko asked. He enjoyed the talk about an interesting case he did not need to defend at court. Horatio still asked himself about the origin of Miko Steel and his family, but left it to his imaginations. Now he only nodded and after a pause he added: “Gallagher was quite self-assure to catch me in New York… either by blaming me for a sniper-attack or by a direct attack on me.” “Your M.E. isn’t afraid of Gallagher getting away with a testate of schizophrenia?” Erin asked. Calleigh thought this question over for a second and finally put her thoughts into words. “Well, let’s say that he would have had this chance if he hadn’t shot down three people. Even if he didn’t get to prison, he never would get out of the closed psychiatry again.” Miko nodded and showed that his train of thoughts had led him to the same solution. “But it’s a case of cross-jurisdiction, though. What about your colleagues in New York? Don’t they want you to hand him over to them?” “At the moment we don’t have any official requests,” Calleigh shrugged her shoulders. “I guess, it will depend on the strength of the punishment,” Horatio suggested. “If the State Court of Florida never allows him to get back to daylight again, our colleagues at New York would be the last to complain…” He added a little smile to his words, when he remembered how Mac had allowed Horatio to take a felony from New York to Miami a few years ago, only to make sure that the multiple killer would get the death-penalty. Erin offered some more white-wine, but Calleigh refused. “I’m sorry, you’re doing your best to keep us here, but we gonna have to drive back and those wonderful wine won’t be a good partner.” “Forget about that, Calleigh. Our guest-room is all yours, so you could drive back to the city the next morning.” Erin did not seem to accept a “No” so Calleigh sent out a begging and asking glance to Horatio. And Horatio only smiled and said: “We’ve already enjoyed your hospitality when we came to Aton Stud half a year ago and I would love to agree into your offer this evening again.” Now he answered Calleigh’s glance and at once loved what he recognized in her eyes. TBC
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