Playing with the Murderer

Chapter Three

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 Playing with the Murderer By: Shanniboo402

2013 Copyright © All Right Reserved

Edited By: LadyDawn

Chapter 3

The killer was smart. Sneaking in through an open window, wearing gloves, was one strategy, which most detectives hated. Latex is one of the worst enemies of homicide detectives across the world. Gloves where an easy way to hide your identity.

The killer's intentions where to get in, kill, get out. Trying to kill someone before sunrise was a difficult task. You need to be fast, yet smart. In the mind of a killer, there is no time to make stupid mistakes like, leaving your prints, or any other sort of evidence that can be traced back to you.

Now standing next to his, soon to be victim, he smiled a wickedly and took in a deep  breath,  before making his way towards the bed. He pulled his signature shovel out of his black duffel bag, being extremely observant and meticulous.

With his two arms he raised the shovel next to his head–as if he were a baseball player up at bat–he swung down with great force, leaving a bloody indent in his victims head. The victim’s eyes bulged, then rolled back into his fractured skull.

“Ha ha”  The killer spoke aloud.

He  grabbed his hand gun, pointed it at the unconscious man and fired. One, two, three shots. The victims’ blood sprayed up into the air, coating the killer. He smiled, wiping his hands on his pants.

The murder walked over towards a desk, grabbed a piece paper and pen. He wrote, "She's next." He covered the victim's body with the bed sheets and then placed the yellow slip of paper on the man's chest.

Slipping out of the window carefully the murderer quickly made a run for it, never looking back.

Mission accomplished.

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 Three hours later...

The other dwellers on the road way veered to the side, pulling over for the silver Camaro speeding by with its lights and sirens on. It's not very easy driving places in New York because all of the crazy traffic, but somehow the Detectives managed.

Every time they go to investigate at a possible suspect’s home, Jeremy gets clammy. He knows what can happen when you are going to an unfamiliar home. A home to a possible murder suspect that is. Throughout his five years of being a Homicide Detective, he has never underestimated his judgment when pulling out his gun. It is always a good idea to pull out your gun when entering an unfamiliar place. You never know what lies between the walls. It could be a murderer, bank robber, or just a "Plain Jane" civilian. 

The only time Detective Jackson shot someone, was when he and Blye were responding to a domestic violence call. Back then they were just your average patrol cops. The house's door was wide open and when they stepped in, they never knew of the person behind them. The owner of the house opened fire and shot Detective Blye in the shoulder. That's when Jackson quickly turned around and fired his gun shooting the suspect in the chest, killing him instantly. Jackson never regretted his decision to fire back, but when push comes to shove, you never leave your fellow officer behind. No day goes by, when he can't see that man's face right as he crashed to the ground. Going to a bunch of "shrinks" never made the evil memory go away either.

Detective Blye never had to kill anyone before, but she knew she never wanted too. She knew what Detective Jackson was going through and never wanted to feel the pain he felt daily. She can remember staying up countless times at night talking to him on the phone. Trying to help him through it. Eventually he finally recovered from that day, but it wasn't easy. It takes time. A lot of it. He may seem over it, but she knew he would never forget it. Ever.

Jeremy and Kensi have always been close. They pretty much do most things together, like their job.  Jackson always gets her coffee in the morning, and they almost always get lunch together. Both of them are single, but just not really looking. Too busy working on cases, or doing things at home.

Both had a past with each other, but they decided to break it off because it would interfere with the job. And if they got into a fight, they would never want their great friendship too be ruined.

Pulling into Jonathan McCann's home, Jeremy took a deep breath, "You ready?" He spoke talking to Blye. She nodded holding his gaze, before Jeremy broke it by getting out of the car.

Both Detective's retrieved their guns from their holsters and walked up onto the porch near the door being very alert. Jeremy banged on the door, "NYPD, open up!"

No response.

Jackson looked at Blye and she nodded at him. As if too ask for permission. He backed a few steps away from the door and planted one foot on the ground, grasped the door frame and thrust the other foot with all the might he could muster, and slammed it into the door with a loud yell...hoping to open his eyes to a door unhinged. The door, only hanging by a thread teetered there until Jackson knocked it down with one forceful push using his muscular arms.

The two detectives proceeded into the home, yelling, "NYPD! Come out with our hands up!" They began checking each room in the home, "Clear."

The last room in the house was locked, knocking down yet another door, Jackson, relieved by that fact that he only had to strike it once. Upon entering the bedroom, they could see the outline of a person on the bed. The person was covered with the sheet head to toe, "Mr. McCann?" Jackson questioned.

No response, again.

Detective Jackson and Kensi walked to either side of the bed removed a small note, and read what it said, "She's next."

What does that mean? Both of them thought. "Whoever this son of a bitch is, is after Katherine." Jeremy spoke with horror in his eyes.

Lifting up the covers, revealed one thing they didn't want to see... Jonathan McCann dead... Several shots to the chest, and a major indent in his skull. This was defiantly the works of the same killer. Jonathan was just an innocent victim.

"Call this in." Jackson said, talking to Kensi. "Oh, and I want two officers at her door, until we catch this man."

She nodded her head, "This was never a random act of violence, this was personal."

Within minutes the police where there, the coroner also showed up reviewing the victim’s body. A few other people bustled around the house looking for traces of the killer, but nothing came up. Just a few useless things that the court would never care about.

"I want a full print scan on that window," Jackson said to Blye, pointing at the open window. "I'll be back, I need to go break the news too Katherine.

Blye nodded as Jeremy walked away leaving the scene to tell the victim’s daughter her father was dead...

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