Caught - A Bleach CSI.

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Hi guys, I decided to share this awesome fan fic with you as I read it a couple years back and thought it was awesome. Up until recently I completely forgot about it and I re read it again and thought I would put it on my wattpad and fanfic. However, I did not write the story, none of this belongs to me, the story belongs to tumbleberry - livejournal and bleach belongs to tite kubo :) So, enjoy this little bleach/csi scenario and any comments will be related back to tumbleberry, thanks :) Enjoy ^.^

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"He killed ten, now he's at it again!"

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And so they find her, feathers stained in brilliant red, dripping love into the mussing of bed sheets. The police sirens have finally quieted outside, but the murmur of voices inside is just as loud, just as piercing. They slice through the air, razor-sharp, razor-clean, like the cuts running down her sleek shoulder blades.

Sticky cherryjuice slithers down the cuts, shining glass marbles that melt on contact.

He can only stare in horror.

They clipped her wings-whoever they were-and pinned them high above her head with a sterling gold tack the size of a dessert plate. The M.O fits-

"-perfectly. Young girl, virgin, suffocated and then trisected along the collarbones and then once down the spine. No signs of harm or injury otherwise. And finally, pinned up through the hands with a large, golden tack." Hisagi Shuuhei finishes off his report, lifting his eyes from the small notepad in his hands.

"That's the fourth one this month, and it's only the twelfth. Kinda makes you wonder what a crazy-psychopath mindset this guy's got. I mean, really, he doesn't even rape them! Just kills 'em and then tacks 'em up to the wall." Hisagi glares at Abarai Renji, looking pointedly at the young detective standing feet from them, frozen in time; carved from stone. Abarai clamps his lips shut and bites them, looking embarrassed. Hisagi shakes his head; insensitive git.

"Hitsugaya?" Matsumoto appears by his side, a hand resting gently on his shoulder, pressing life back into his veins. He winces but snaps to reality. His eyes refuse to meet the body on the wall again.

"I'm fine." He shrugs her off and turns his back on the crime-scene. He tastes bile on his tongue and wonders how long he can hold off before the voices and memories catch up to him. Not long, not long now. He can already feel them nipping at his heels.

Hitsugaya shakes them off, heart racing, trying to outrun the onslaught of sounds and images, wave after wave, threatening to crash down any moment now. He shoves his fingers through his hair, nails scrapping against his skull. The momentary pain clears his mind.

"Abarai, have the body taken to Forensics. Tell them to report to me immediately if they find anything else." Abarai nods and heads off. Hisagi watches his partner's retreating form for a moment before turning back to the detective before him.

"Detective, you know I'll tell the boss if you want to take a-"

"No. Thanks. Just log the crime scene and see if you can't find anymore clues as to the identity of the killer. Matsumoto, we're going to go find the... the victim's," he swallows thickly, clenching his fists, "family."

"Yes, but-." Her words fall on deaf ears. He is already gone. Matsumoto glances over at the body hanging limply from the wall and sighs. Hisagi catches her eye, a meaningful moment passes between seconds, and then she's gone too. Hisagi lets out a long breath he doesn't remember holding in, claps his hand and sets to work.

"Anyone got the ID from her mailing addres-" Hisagi cuts of the nameless officer.

"No need. We've already got an ID: Momo Hinamori."