Post by //SVelasquez.doc on Oct 18, 2008 22:28:29 GMT -5
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New York City was a world unto itself. A population of about eight million people spread across five boroughs meant that there was always something going on at any given time during the day or night. The City that Never Sleeps truly was a gritty and kinetic world, but as NYPD Detective First Grade Mac Taylor knew all too well, that nonstop world could come to a grinding halt.
As the leader of a team of skilled crime scene investigators, Taylor has been dispatched to many a crime scene in which the victim usually got a first-hand taste of how cold and deadly the Big Apple could be. But in the end, it was his strong sense of justice that drove him to work in this scientific line of police work. Taylor believed that the science behind his job and the ability of a well-trained criminalist to properly interpret evidence would allow justice to be served for those who need it most: the victims.
The ex-Marine was straitening his tie while looking out at the view of Manhattan from one of the windows in his office. He didn’t head his partner, Detective Second Grade Stella Bonasera when she walked into the office. Stella had been Taylor’s partner longer than she cared to remember—not because she didn’t like the job, hell she loved it, but rather because it made her feel like she was growing older by the minute. She was also the one who would be able to get away with hawking Taylor about his workaholic tendencies. “You’re early…again,” She noted as she crossed her arms and shifted her weight to the right.
“I never left,” Taylor said simply as he turned around and finished fixing his tie.
“What else is new?” Stella asked wryly as Taylor gave her a subtle smile—one that only she ever seemed to notice.
“We’ve got a new CSI coming in today. His name’s Gabriel Marquez and he’s a former beat cop.”
“We’re adding a patrol cop to our team? Mac, don’t we already have enough dayshift CSIs?” Stella asked, trying her best to hide her dismay.
“He’s got good credentials. Graduated from Fordham University with a degree in Urban Studies and joined NYPD as a beat cop. Evidently he thought that was his life’s dream until he started to learn about forensic science. Since then he’s earned his degree in Forensic Science from online classes at the University of Nebraska.”
“Alright. When’s he gonna be here?”
Just as Taylor opened his mouth to answer Stella’s question Jane Parsons, the DNA lab tech, poked her head into his office. “Sorry to interrupt. Mac?” Jane asked in her English accent as Stella and Taylor turned their attention to the DNA lab tech.
“Yes?” Taylor replied curtly as Jane stepped into the office with a man following her. The man appeared to be in his late twenties or early thirties with short, messy black hair, green eyes, and an athletic build. Upon closer inspection, Taylor noticed that the man had a gun and NYPD detective badge clipped to his hip. “Apparently somebody pointed this gentleman in the wrong direction when he asked where your office was.”
“Thank you, Jane. You can go back to work now,” Mac replied as the lab tech nodded, turned, and left Taylor’s office.
“I’m gonna go and check on the troops,” Stella announced as she looked at Taylor before leaving as well.
“So you’re the new CSI. Mr. Marquez, right?” Taylor asked as he turned his attention to the only other person in the room.
“Yeah. You’re Det. Taylor, I take it?” Marquez replied in an accent which screamed “Brooklynite”.
“Any reason my lab tech had to escort you to my office?” Mac asked seriously. He usually tested the durability of each of his CSIs for their first few days on the job until they could prove themselves. He made sure that he reminded them that they were on the bottom of the food chain, albeit not directly. It was essentially trial by fire.
“I was pointed to the wrong place when I asked where your office was.”
“Be it as it may, you don’t need an escort to find my office, especially when the escort is one of my hard-working lab techs. The employees of this crime lab shouldn’t have to drop everything so you can find my office or a certain lab.”
***
Danny Messer was sitting at his desk when Homicide Detective Don Flack, Jr. walked into his office. The CSI had a smug grin on his face as he stared at the display on his computer’s monitor. Flack raised an eyebrow as he thought about what could be making Messer so smug before finally asking, “What’s got you so chipper, Messer?”
Messer jumped a little when Flack posed the question. He had foolishly let his guard down because he was sitting in his office. “Oh, we got a noob today. Asked me where Mac’s office was,” Messer replied in his thick New Yorker accent.
“And what’d you do?”
“Pointed him to DNA,” Messer replied with a smirk as flack chuckled. Coleague or not, the newbies were always fun to mess with on their first day. However, unlike most of the CSIs that have graced the halls of the NYPD’s thirty-fifth floor crime lab, Marquez was confident about his first day at work as opposed to being nervous like the rest of them.
“You might wanna be careful about who you pick on, Danny” Stella warned as she walked into the office with a manila case folder in her hands.
“And why is that, Stel?” Flack asked as he looked at Stella.
“Because, Flack, Gabriel might just be partnered with me and Santiago for a shooting at a bodega,” Stella replied as she tossed the folder onto Messer’s desk before addressing the CSI, “We’ve got a shooting at a bodega on 39th. One vic dead, the store owner’s injured.”
***
Stella looked a the front of the bodega which had been separated from the rest of Manhattan by yellow crime scene tape. Normally the tape would only be placed on the doorframe, but seeing as a window had been shot out, the glass on the sidewalk had become evidence. “Stella!” Homicide Detective Jennifer Angell called out as she quickly rushed from an ambulance to the CSI.
“Hey, Jennifer. Have you IDed the victim yet?” Stella asked as she, Messer, and Marquez slowed to a stop outside of the bodega. All three CSIs had their kits in hand and were waiting to go in to process the scene.
“Not yet. I just arrived a few minutes before you did, so all I did was get the scene taped off. Angell, Messer, and Marquez followed Stella inside and carefully mimicked her movements so as not to step on any potential evidence until a proper path could be cleared. The detectives nearly ran into Stella when she stopped dead in her track and stared at the victim’s body in horror, jaw dropped. “Oh my God,” Stella said in a shaky voice as the rest of the team moved so that they could see what had caught her off guard. Messer was the second to comment as he stared at the lifeless form before him.
“This is so messed up.”
Angell and Marquez didn’t say anything, the former too shocked to comment while the latter didn’t know the victim as well as his colleagues. Stella fished through her pocket before pulling out an Apple iPhone G3 and using the speed dial to call Taylor.
“Mac. I’m at the bodega with Jennifer, Danny, and Gabriel. We just identified the victim and you won’t believe this. Mac, it’s Lindsay.”
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New York City was a world unto itself. A population of about eight million people spread across five boroughs meant that there was always something going on at any given time during the day or night. The City that Never Sleeps truly was a gritty and kinetic world, but as NYPD Detective First Grade Mac Taylor knew all too well, that nonstop world could come to a grinding halt.
As the leader of a team of skilled crime scene investigators, Taylor has been dispatched to many a crime scene in which the victim usually got a first-hand taste of how cold and deadly the Big Apple could be. But in the end, it was his strong sense of justice that drove him to work in this scientific line of police work. Taylor believed that the science behind his job and the ability of a well-trained criminalist to properly interpret evidence would allow justice to be served for those who need it most: the victims.
The ex-Marine was straitening his tie while looking out at the view of Manhattan from one of the windows in his office. He didn’t head his partner, Detective Second Grade Stella Bonasera when she walked into the office. Stella had been Taylor’s partner longer than she cared to remember—not because she didn’t like the job, hell she loved it, but rather because it made her feel like she was growing older by the minute. She was also the one who would be able to get away with hawking Taylor about his workaholic tendencies. “You’re early…again,” She noted as she crossed her arms and shifted her weight to the right.
“I never left,” Taylor said simply as he turned around and finished fixing his tie.
“What else is new?” Stella asked wryly as Taylor gave her a subtle smile—one that only she ever seemed to notice.
“We’ve got a new CSI coming in today. His name’s Gabriel Marquez and he’s a former beat cop.”
“We’re adding a patrol cop to our team? Mac, don’t we already have enough dayshift CSIs?” Stella asked, trying her best to hide her dismay.
“He’s got good credentials. Graduated from Fordham University with a degree in Urban Studies and joined NYPD as a beat cop. Evidently he thought that was his life’s dream until he started to learn about forensic science. Since then he’s earned his degree in Forensic Science from online classes at the University of Nebraska.”
“Alright. When’s he gonna be here?”
Just as Taylor opened his mouth to answer Stella’s question Jane Parsons, the DNA lab tech, poked her head into his office. “Sorry to interrupt. Mac?” Jane asked in her English accent as Stella and Taylor turned their attention to the DNA lab tech.
“Yes?” Taylor replied curtly as Jane stepped into the office with a man following her. The man appeared to be in his late twenties or early thirties with short, messy black hair, green eyes, and an athletic build. Upon closer inspection, Taylor noticed that the man had a gun and NYPD detective badge clipped to his hip. “Apparently somebody pointed this gentleman in the wrong direction when he asked where your office was.”
“Thank you, Jane. You can go back to work now,” Mac replied as the lab tech nodded, turned, and left Taylor’s office.
“I’m gonna go and check on the troops,” Stella announced as she looked at Taylor before leaving as well.
“So you’re the new CSI. Mr. Marquez, right?” Taylor asked as he turned his attention to the only other person in the room.
“Yeah. You’re Det. Taylor, I take it?” Marquez replied in an accent which screamed “Brooklynite”.
“Any reason my lab tech had to escort you to my office?” Mac asked seriously. He usually tested the durability of each of his CSIs for their first few days on the job until they could prove themselves. He made sure that he reminded them that they were on the bottom of the food chain, albeit not directly. It was essentially trial by fire.
“I was pointed to the wrong place when I asked where your office was.”
“Be it as it may, you don’t need an escort to find my office, especially when the escort is one of my hard-working lab techs. The employees of this crime lab shouldn’t have to drop everything so you can find my office or a certain lab.”
***
Danny Messer was sitting at his desk when Homicide Detective Don Flack, Jr. walked into his office. The CSI had a smug grin on his face as he stared at the display on his computer’s monitor. Flack raised an eyebrow as he thought about what could be making Messer so smug before finally asking, “What’s got you so chipper, Messer?”
Messer jumped a little when Flack posed the question. He had foolishly let his guard down because he was sitting in his office. “Oh, we got a noob today. Asked me where Mac’s office was,” Messer replied in his thick New Yorker accent.
“And what’d you do?”
“Pointed him to DNA,” Messer replied with a smirk as flack chuckled. Coleague or not, the newbies were always fun to mess with on their first day. However, unlike most of the CSIs that have graced the halls of the NYPD’s thirty-fifth floor crime lab, Marquez was confident about his first day at work as opposed to being nervous like the rest of them.
“You might wanna be careful about who you pick on, Danny” Stella warned as she walked into the office with a manila case folder in her hands.
“And why is that, Stel?” Flack asked as he looked at Stella.
“Because, Flack, Gabriel might just be partnered with me and Santiago for a shooting at a bodega,” Stella replied as she tossed the folder onto Messer’s desk before addressing the CSI, “We’ve got a shooting at a bodega on 39th. One vic dead, the store owner’s injured.”
***
Stella looked a the front of the bodega which had been separated from the rest of Manhattan by yellow crime scene tape. Normally the tape would only be placed on the doorframe, but seeing as a window had been shot out, the glass on the sidewalk had become evidence. “Stella!” Homicide Detective Jennifer Angell called out as she quickly rushed from an ambulance to the CSI.
“Hey, Jennifer. Have you IDed the victim yet?” Stella asked as she, Messer, and Marquez slowed to a stop outside of the bodega. All three CSIs had their kits in hand and were waiting to go in to process the scene.
“Not yet. I just arrived a few minutes before you did, so all I did was get the scene taped off. Angell, Messer, and Marquez followed Stella inside and carefully mimicked her movements so as not to step on any potential evidence until a proper path could be cleared. The detectives nearly ran into Stella when she stopped dead in her track and stared at the victim’s body in horror, jaw dropped. “Oh my God,” Stella said in a shaky voice as the rest of the team moved so that they could see what had caught her off guard. Messer was the second to comment as he stared at the lifeless form before him.
“This is so messed up.”
Angell and Marquez didn’t say anything, the former too shocked to comment while the latter didn’t know the victim as well as his colleagues. Stella fished through her pocket before pulling out an Apple iPhone G3 and using the speed dial to call Taylor.
“Mac. I’m at the bodega with Jennifer, Danny, and Gabriel. We just identified the victim and you won’t believe this. Mac, it’s Lindsay.”