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Chapter 3 Warnings: Mild language, mature content mentioned.
Title: Phantoms in the Shadows
Summary: A wraith escape in transit on the Northeastern coast. The Trust takes a hostage. Dead bodies with strange a COD begin showing up in the New York Crime Lab.
Pairings: Stella/Mac, Lindsey/Danny,
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Stargate, SGA, or CSI: NY characters.
Spoilers: If you haven’t seen it and I have, sorry, up to “Inquisition” for SGA. Up to “Sex, Lies and Silicone” for CSI: NY. Hopefully none mentioned.
A/N: First published fict. All mistakes are mine. Sorry for the delay and there will are SG characters in this chapter.
Crime Scene 7:23 Military EST
Lindsey and Danny where finishing up processing the scene when the sun rose.
“Okay, Montana who gets the dumpster?” Danny said as they both stared at what had to be the biggest dumpster Lindsey had ever seen.
“Uh, you do it, you have seniority.”
“Oh, thanks for reminding me. It’s your turn to dumpster dive. On the Jane Doe case last month, I searched the dumpster.”
Danny went over to the street to finish processing the SUV before it was towed to the crime lab. Grudgingly, Lindsey climbed into the pile of discarded paper and trash and began looking for possible evidence. As she progressively sorted through the debris of other’s lives, Lindsey found a shattered sword, seven knives, a sawed off rifle, a dozen or so syringes, an axe, and two prop guns. She was mostly interested by one of the prop guns, seeing as it look like it had sprung off the pages of a sci-fi novel into the dumpster. She bagged and tagged all of the items. She handed the evidence bags to one of the officers and continued her search.
Other end of the alley, Danny bagged a few stray fibers and hairs. There would probably lead nowhere since they were consistent with the victims’ clothes and hair. He reached beneath the passenger’s seat and found a P-90.
“Danny!” Lindsey called from the dumpster. Danny bagged the gun and headed toward the dumpster.
“Hey, Montana you won’t believe what I found in the SUV.”
Lindsey was climbing out of the bin as Danny reached it. “Bet you mine gets a better lead than your ‘Won’t believe.’ I found an I.D. for our gunshot vic as well as another I.C. that is more than likely connected.”
“Oh yeah? I found a P-90. Beat that.”
“Really? Wow. That’s a powerful gun.” She responded in awe. “Well our gunshot vic’s name is Corporal Walter Simms, stationed at Cheyenne Mountain. The other I.D. I found belongs to a Lt. Colonel John Sheppard, also stationed at Cheyenne Mountain. I give these to Don, see what he can come up with.”
“Okay Donkey then.” Danny headed toward his SUV with his evidence. Lindsey soon followed suit.
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New York Crime Lab 10:12 Military EST
“ Hey, Mac.” Don said walking up to the former marine. “You got a minute.”
“I was about to head down to see Sid’s findings, want to come with?” Mac replied, walking toward the elevator.
“Sure. I ran your MO, didn’t find anything. The SUV’s another story. It’s a registered to the air force. So, I called them up to see who the vehicle was checked out to,” they stopped at the elevator, and waited for it, “and they said it was checked out to our MIA Lt. Colonel yesterday upstate. He worked at the Mount Cheyenne and the feds wouldn’t tell me why he was in New York, but that he was here with Corporal Walter Simms on, quote unquote, official business. So in other words, its way over our heads.” They got on the elevator and Mac hit the button for the Coroner’s Office.
“That all?” Mac asked.
“ Nope. The Air Force is sending someone to make sure we don’t go beyond our security clearance. He’ll be arriving in an hour tops apparently.”
“That’s fast. Where’s he flying from?”
“Wouldn’t tell me. They only said that he was just coming off an assignment. Now I’m done.”
The elevator doors open to the coroner’s office. “You coming.”
“No thanks, I gotta arrange pick up for the observer. See ya later, Mac.”
Mac got off and headed over to where Sid was finishing up his notes. He glanced up just as Mac walked.
“Oh, Mac. I was just wrapping up the paperwork.”
“So how our vic’s die?”
“Well, the Corporal’s COD is rather obvious. He died of exsanguination due to a gunshot wound. The other three are a bit trickier. The two that are decayed died of physical stress on the body, causing cardiac failure. I have no idea what caused the massive skin decay, but I would say your best bet is to ask one of the federal agencies, like CIA of the NSA.”
“Why’s that, Sid?”
“Because this looks like some sort of bio degrading virus.” A look of horror flashed across Mac’s face. “I already checked, whatever caused this isn’t contagious.”
“Okay, what about our homeless guy?”
“Oh, he’s puzzling indeed. According to my findings, he just died. It’s like he just sat there and died. This whole case is turning my autopsy room upside down. Decayed bodies that were only dead for two hours tops before they where found, and a man whose body just stopped working. It doesn’t make any sense, Mac”
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Daedalus, 8: 17 Military Time
Colonel Mitchell walked onto the bridge of the Daedalus, wearing the same clothes as when he had gotten back from mission this morning. General Landry had sent him a message that he was needed immediately. The ship had picked him up from MX2- A13 about half an our ago, since the ship could get him back to earth faster than him walking back to the gate.
“Morning, Sir.” Cam said as he stood next to the general. He looked grimly out the window, which was odd for someone who prided himself in being up beat and sarcastic about everything.
“Morning, Mitchell.” Landry greeted, faking a smile toward the colonel and then continuing to look out the window, not focusing on anything in particular.
“I heard about what happened. Who decided that two people could handle transferring three wraith?” Cam asked, shuffling his feet a bit.
“Who do you think? Woolsey.” The General then began to imitate the petite and annoying man. “Well if you can’t supply them from under you command, I don’t see why six marines should have to be briefed because you can’t find a mission to collect recon to move up a week.” Landry cracked his knuckles. “God, I hate the NID.”
“Is there anyone who likes them, sir?” Cameron said. “You obviously pulled me back for a reason. So, what can I do?”
“You ever been to New York, Colonel?”
“Uh, once sir. Awhile back. That where you want me.” He said it like a statement even though it really was a question.
“Get change into your dress blues and then get your a** to New York. You’re supposed to be there at 11 hundred their time. Now beat it.”
“Yes, sir.” Cam headed for his quarters.
“God, this is a huge mess.” Landry said to himself.
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JFK Airport 11:27 Military EST
Flack stood by his SUV waiting for a “Colonel Cameron Mitchell” to show up. He was late by almost half an hour. His flight was either delayed or someone decided to pull something on NYPD. Flack thought. Finally, a man wearing dress blues walk out of the airport. He glanced around and then headed over toward Flack.
“Det. Flack?” the man said. He was pretty young for a full bird colonel.
“Yeah, Col. Mitchell?” Flack asked.
“Yep.” The colonel set his one bag on the ground and offered to shake hands. Flack decided to just get in the car. He walked around the front and as he got to the door, Mitchell said, “What’s you problem? I realize you guys probably don’t like me around, but the guy who’s missing is a friend and my boss is pretty pissed ‘bout the circumstances.”
Flack opened the driver side door and got in. Mitchell did the same on the passenger side.
“I’m sorry your friend is missing, but the air force doesn’t send in a full bird colonel over some missing pilot unless he’s into something deep, like CIA deep. So tell me, how deep is this guy, and could it have anything to do with why he disappeared?” Flack and Mitchell stared at each other for a while until a taxi behind them honked. Flack started the SUV and headed for the crime lab, he wanted to ditch this guy as soon as possible.
About half way to the lab, the Colonel finally spoke. “Yes.”
“What?”
“Yes. To you question from a while ago.”
“You wanna answer the other half of the question.”
“I’d have to get you security clearance high enough.”
“Tha-“
The passenger side window shattered. The bullet barely missed Mitchell, stopping in the headrest of Flack’s seat. He swerved the car, almost hitting a couple of bike messengers in the process. The rear window shattered, a bullet hitting Colonel Mitchell’s shoulder. Flack hit the breaks, hard. He hit the cab in front of him, Flack’s head banged against the steering wheel and the SUV behind him, a forest green convertible also the source of the gunfire, pulled down an alley, nicking the rear bumper of the SUV. The air bags had deployed and deflated. The crooks were gone, off to their hideout, leaving a boatload of evidence in their wake.
Tbc…
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