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Post by NV Oracle on Aug 4, 2009 10:31:11 GMT -10
Welcome back, Sundancer. I've caught up with your two chapters, and it really sounds interesting.
Can't wait to see what happens next.
Your friend NV Oracle
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Post by sundancer on Aug 4, 2009 20:31:36 GMT -10
Thanks NV Oracle! @ Margaret: Well, I'm a DuCainer, you know? So it's easy for me to answer your question by posting the next chapter... *hihihi* ;D
Chapter 02
She observed him since the time he had arrived at the crime-scene. She was glad that she had finally managed to persuade him to wear more shirts in lighter colors again. The blue one he had chosen today suited him very well. It matched perfectly with his stunning red hair and the dark trousers of one of his best suits. Not to say which effect it had on his steel-blue eyes.
A smile crossed Calleigh Duquesne’s face. Since round about half a year she and Horatio belonged together. And it had developed just in the way Calleigh had hoped for. Of cause, Horatio sometimes was still very introverted, but the periods where he followed one of his depressions got more seldom. First she was afraid of losing the distance between privacy and job, but in the end they both had found an agreement which enabled them to handle it. They used to speak very factual to each other at the office or at crime-scenes and they both still had their own apartments. So everybody was able to keep distances if needed. This game of being together in private life and the distance which was needed for doing their jobs made grow their trust in each other.
Now the dainty blond ballistic expert bended down again to search on the pavement the way the bullet might have taken. From now and then she heard somebody mumble appreciatively or whistle silently, but she was not irritated by it. Calleigh had learnt quite early that her figure, her blond hair and her pretty face attracted men like light the moths. But finally there was only one man who was allowed to have a closer look at it. Again a smile went over her face, when she remembered how they had woken up this morning, had ignored the alarm-clock for just half an hour more and therefore had skipped the break-fast. She flushed a bit.
“It seems as if it’s already getting pretty warm today.” Horatio had approached her silently and of cause he had seen the change of color in her face. His smooth voice was filled with sparks of laughter and sounded teasing.
“Hello handsome,” Calleigh answered and rewarded him with this special smile which Horatio now knew it was only reserved for him.
“Alexx is afraid of having a déjà-vu. What about you?” Horatio asked, while he still observed the other end of the scenery trying to form a picture about the plot which had happened here recently.
“You’re talking about the sniper, three years ago,” Calleigh pointed out.
“Yep.”
“To my knowledge he’s still in jail and won’t come back to daylight within the next 30 years,” Calleigh looked up from her work and studied Horatio’s profile. His face did not reveal anything. He tried to estimate the position of the shooter.
Then he turned around and asked her directly: “Is it only a superficial similarity, is it a spook or something else we just don’t know, yet?”
“Well, because you don’t believe in spooks, I would say it was a kind of copy of the old case…” And as Calleigh saw the asking expression on his face she added: “Well, considering the way it took place, at least. … I’ve found the round.” Calleigh got up from her squatting position and hold a deformed round between her finger-tips. “The bullet went through and through. Full metal jacket, a 6 millimeter projectile. It got deformed when it hit the ground. Less destruction in the body with less deformation of the bullet inside, but deadly energy from 0 yard to 3 miles.”
“Military?” Horatio asked.
“And police and special forces as well, but available for anybody who’s willing to pay a little fortune for them.”
“Thanks, Cal.”
“You’re welcome… as always.” And again Calleigh gave him a smile, which made Horatio’s heart jump up and down in his chest in delight. He had to force himself to turn around to the other team-members who had also started to proceed the place.
“Ma’am? Gentlemen?” Horatio greeted Natalia Boa Vista first and then Eric Delko and Ryan Wolfe.
The Cuban team-member Eric Delko was carrying a dummy and placed him at the position O’Neill had been shot at. He and Calleigh belonged to the team since the very first days Horatio had become the supervisor of the dayshift, so he furred his forehead when he saw the similarity to the old case.
‘Some things never change,’ Eric thought and carried the cumbersome dummy like a little doll without any sign of an effort. His sport-steeled body attracted more the female viewers at this crime-scene.
Ryan Wolfe approached the group carrying a tool, which looked like an over-dimensioned laser-pointer. Though he belonged to Horatio’s team already since three years, his appearance and outfit made him always look like the rookie of the group, because he did not move as self-assure as the others.
Natalia Boa Vista was the youngest team-member. A slim, attractive Latina with long hair… and an iron will. She photographed, bagged and tagged every bit of paper, fabric or similar which could become evidence in the end.
“Is this the position you mean, Alexx?” Eric asked the M.E. before she could vanish with the coroner’s car again.
“Yes, that’s O.K., darling, but turn him around a bit. He was walking down the road into the left direction. The shot went through his right higher temple, penetrated the brain and got out at the left upper jaw.”
Eric nodded and turned the dummy a bit, while Ryan followed Alexx’s instructions to place the laser-pointer.
“What about you, Cal?” Ryan asked.
“I’ve found the bullet in direct line to the position O’Neill just fell down. That’s perfect, guys,” Calleigh commented the efforts of Ryan and Eric.
When they finally got the dummy and the pointer fixed, Horatio and Calleigh stared into the direction the shot might have come from. The only building which was high enough was a skyscraper in a distance of round about 1,500 feet to the crime-scene.
Calleigh only nodded and already knew that she would have to shift her investigations to a new place. Ryan stared at the building and asked: “So where does this case take us to?”
Horatio placed his hands on his hips again and only said without looking at Ryan: “Up to that roof.”
TBC
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Post by sanne on Aug 4, 2009 20:46:52 GMT -10
The one-liner at the end is great......It really looks like the "KillZone"-killer got loose again, but he isn't.......or is he? Sandra
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Post by margaret1234 on Aug 5, 2009 5:15:46 GMT -10
So they are all working at the crime scene together as the team they are, and I guess it is Calleigh to go on top of the roof. Maybe the "Killzone sniper" has escaped, but as yet don't believe this, no news of this has got through to the CSI's as yet. Maybe, some one has been taught to work on his behalf. I have not a clue at the moment Margaret
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Post by NV Oracle on Aug 5, 2009 10:01:52 GMT -10
I'd prefer that he hadn't gotten loose either, ladies, but it does kind of look like it, doesn't it. If it's the same guy, they're in for a long case, as they barely caught him the last time, only with H putting his life on the line.
I also loved the one liner at the end.
You did a great job, Sundancer. That chapter really felt like an episode from the series, the way everyone was working together at the scene.
Great job. Can't wait to see what happens next.
Your friend Oracle
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Post by Dr. Anna McBreadle on Aug 5, 2009 11:53:38 GMT -10
great start sundancer! the killzone sniper is back or at least its his copy cat! i remember that one well! loving the DuCaine moment (no surprize there) luv sam x
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Post by sundancer on Aug 5, 2009 21:11:35 GMT -10
Hmmm, so you're sure that's a copy-kill or the sniper got loose again... Hmmmm.... I think I'll keep you guessing a little bit more. Chapter 03The next two days got filled with investigations about the sniper. The city-authorities were very nervous. The case reminded them a lot of the last sniper. Three years ago a former marine and fighter in Iraq had swept his fantasies of almightiness onto the streets of Miami. Horatio went to the ballistic lab for the third time today. Not only because of his wish to be close to Calleigh, but also due to the problems she had seemed to have to identify the rifle. “Knock knock knock,” he announced his presence. Calleigh turned around, but her smile decreased a bit again and gave way to a more serious expression. “I’ve found out which kind of weapon was used for this shot.” “But that sounds good.” Horatio wondered why she did not look happier about it. A wry grin went over Calleigh’s face. “I’m 99% sure that the killer used a Remington. The characteristically shape of the signs is just typical, but there’s another pattern, which makes it trickier.” Horatio came closer and stared through the binocular and he knew at once what Calleigh was talking about. “Hmm, a deeper kind of scratch between the regular signs a bullet normally has. Any idea what it is?” “I’m quite sure, though the ultimate proof is still missing. … I think it’s a take-down rifle. These rifles are custom-made for special purposes, especially for hunting travels, but also for snipers or units of the Special Forces. It’s possible to build a take-down with each rifle and every caliber. The barrel and the shaft is split into two parts, a special lock is integrated at each end so the two parts can be easily put together again without needing any special tool than perhaps a little screwdriver,” Calleigh summed it up and Horatio knew at once how difficult it would become to find the armorer, who was able to construct such a rifle for a customer. “But there should be only very few armories, who on one hand are able to build a take-down and on the other hand to provide its precisions,” Horatio objected. “Shouldn’t this narrow our research-fields?” “Do you know how many amorers work without permission? I gonna have to contact very ‘ special’ sources to get some info about it…” Before she could explain more, Horatio’s cell-phone rang. “Just a second,” he said and flipped it open. “Caine.” He listened to the voice at the other end of the connection and Calleigh was astonished to see the changing expressions on his face. It went from shocked and pale to angry and kind of reddish and back to pale again. He did not say much, but slowly turned around and walked out of the ballistic lab. After a few seconds he came back and only said: “I’m out for an interrogation.” And again he was faster out of the room than Calleigh was able to say him ‘ good-bye’. *** The drive was fast and speechless. Horatio and Frank sat on their seats with fierce grimaces and the distinct feeling of getting fooled. When they reached the white mansion at Coral Gables they drove right through the open gate, while ignoring the guard at the entrance completely. The young man had to jump back not to get hit by the Hummer. “Ready?” Horatio asked his colleague. “Go.” Frank answered like a sprinter ready for the run-down. TBCHm, did you get the difference between this case and the "Kill Zone"-killer? I must admit it's only a little hint, but just remind what the "bullet-girl" found out... *hihi* ;D
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Post by margaret1234 on Aug 6, 2009 2:03:24 GMT -10
So where are Frank and Horatio off to in a heck of a hurry and who to see? Sounds like someone has pulled the wool over their eyes......very angry right now. Well I have no clue about the difference between one gun and the next. Sorry Sundancer this does not help me. But, the fact that this type of gun/bullet set up is specifically designed for snipers/SAS is making me wonder if we have an SAS guy gone bad here, but on the right side of the law in his mind. Now how far fetched is that?
Great chapter. Margaret
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Post by sundancer on Aug 6, 2009 5:27:16 GMT -10
Hmmmmmm, nice try Margaret. ;D ;D Well, I guess our guys will have to dig deeper...
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Post by NV Oracle on Aug 6, 2009 9:31:34 GMT -10
Very interesting chapter, Sundancer. I think I get the differences in guns. I may have to watch 'Kill Zone' again, but I thought he put his gun together, too, but maybe he only put the scope on top of the rifle. At least he didn't use the Sabo's like Harwood did, but Calleigh still has a bit of research to find out which gunmaker might have done this kind of work for someone.
I agree with everyone else, though. Why are H and Frank off in such a hurry? Whose house are they hurrying off too, especially with those kinds of expressions on their faces?
Great chapter, Sundancer. Can't wait to see what happens next.
Your friend Oracle
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Post by sanne on Aug 6, 2009 10:01:13 GMT -10
H, Frank....wait.....don't walk so fast.....I can't follow your steps....... ;D Serious....the 1st question hasn't even been answered yet and the next one is already waiting.......Who are they after? Sandra
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Post by sundancer on Aug 6, 2009 21:05:30 GMT -10
Seems as if you are already deeply involved into the story, but... we gonna have to make a break here... and shift to New York.... You remember that it's a crossover-story and now it should be time to introduce the first team-members of the CSINY and to start the linking of the story... You gonna have to wait a bit until I'll tell you whom Horatio and Frank are paying a visit... Just have a bit ..... patience... ;D Chapter 04Round about 1,200 miles north… *** Detective Mac Taylor of the CSI-team of New York City was a man who had exercised himself in self-discipline over many years. There were only few moments reported, where he had lost it and had let a situation got out of hand. He was like calm, but deep water; - a very private person, what made him quite enigmatically for most of his team-members. He sat behind his desk and swept with his right hand over his face in a tired movement, but the concentrated expression on his face, the deep wrinkle between his eyes which often gave him an angry look, did not disappear. He finally stretched his body of 6 feet by pushing his shoulders backwards, bending his chest forward against his shirt and tossing his head back. His body was sport-steeled. After he had left the marine-corps many years ago, he had not stopped his workouts and his endurance runs. His condition and good shape was legendary and he was reported to be a tough opponent in a close-combat. This was just another day Mac was not able to find an end at the CSI-department of the NYPD. He dug through one folder after the other, while at the same time the TV at his right hand of his office sent out its toneless pictures. Mac Taylor looked up from now and then and observed the latest news by only reading the subtitles. Most of the time this was information enough for him to stay up-to-date with the cuckooed news only a city like New York was able to produce. Now he went with his hand over his thick and black hair as if he wanted to comb it… That was not necessary at all, because he had quite a short hair-cut which reminded a bit of the Brutus-style. The dark color of his hair built an interesting contrast to his grey-green eyes, which seemed to change its color due to his mood. When the national news started, a straight, hard glance got locked on the screen. Mac Taylor was hooked by the subtitle Sniper scares up Miami! Mac’s forehead frowned even more, because every time there was a story coming from Florida and was broadcasted nationwide, he was reminded of his colleague Lt. Horatio Caine. Mac increased the sound of his TV and got off his chair… This typical female voice coming from the off was close to go crackers, when she reported excitedly… The city of Miami is scared by a new sniper. We’re remembered of the last case only three years ago, were three people had been killed on one day on a busy street at the city-center. The CSI of Miami has taken over, but until now we still have no information about the ongoing investigations. The name’s victim is Malcolm O’Neill, a Miami business-man, who got recently involved into a suspicious deal between some city-authorities and some construction-companies. Of cause, MSNBC will keep you informed as soon as we’ve got more news for you. Just stay…
At this point Mac Taylor turned off the sound again and after staring at the speechless pictures for some further seconds, he picked up a pencil and wrote down the name Malcolm O’Neill on a sheet of paper. Of cause this name rang a bell in his head and of cause he would share his knowledge with his Miami colleagues as soon as he got his idea verified by his data-bases and his team-member Danny Messer. Slowly he turned around, thought about just another person for a few minutes longer and finally switched off the TV and the lights of his office. ‘It’s enough for today,’ he thought and left. *** There was somebody else in the 48 th-floor glass-and-steel-made building of the CSI of New York City: Stella Bonasera had just put the whole evidence of the last closed case into a huge box, which would get stored down in the archives. With a nervous gesture she run her hand over her forehead and brushed through her curled long, hazel-brown hair. She was exhausted by the last case, but even more exhausting was the thought of going home. ‘Home,’ she thought with a humorless hiss between her teeth. Since her last experience with a crazy and dangerously possessive guy, she was afraid of going into her apartment. She was actually looking for a new one, but had not had luck so far. Stella put the box on a table besides her desk, turned to the window and crossed her arms over her chest. Stella had a figure most women would be jealous of. 5.8 feet, slim with long legs and a body with all feminine attributes. Her face showed her different origins: the cheekbone and the green eyes revealed the North-Italian and the long nose the Greek origin of her ancestors. She was a woman of an iron will and a reliable friend for all members of Mac’s team. But the latest experiences had sapped her energy. In the reflection of the window she saw how Mac passed by her office, waved a tired good-bye and left for the elevator. Stella just turned around, waved back and smiled. Something seemed to get him hooked, because otherwise he would have stopped for a short chat before he left. TBCO.K. guys, the next chapter will be posted next Monday, when I'm back at the office again. My laptop at home quit his job on Wednesday and I won't get it back before next Monday-afternoon. Luckily I've back-ups of every data...
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Post by sanne on Aug 6, 2009 21:45:29 GMT -10
So Mac knows something about this Malcolm O'Neil.....Hmmm...think that "something" is the link to the New York team and the crossover teamwork. Stella all tired by her latest case and not so nice experiences in personal life. I'm sure she'll get herself back together. Sandra
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Post by NV Oracle on Aug 6, 2009 22:26:10 GMT -10
It sounds like maybe the NY gang is having some of the same problems that the gang is Miami is currently fighting. Such is being a cop. Hopefully Mac can find that information and get it to H quickly.
Great chapter, Sundancer, will try to be patient until next Monday for the new chapter. Sorry that you can't post sooner, but glad you have everything saved in a secure location.
Your friend Oracle
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Post by margaret1234 on Aug 7, 2009 3:54:07 GMT -10
Nice chapter taking us across to CSI New York. So bells are ringing for Mac Taylor in connection with the sniper problem in Miami......guess he will sort this out soon, and be in contact with Horatio pretty quick. Poor Stella, exhausted, but she will lighten up when she knows they are to work with Lt. Horatio Caine again.
Look forward to next chapter on Monday.
Margaret
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