Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Borderline ❯ Crime Scene ( Chapter 2 )

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Fuuma: What does she mean that I have good ideas sometimes, I have good ideas every time *glare*

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Fuuma: But I will have more good ideas if she is undern….

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/../ character's thoughts

Chapter 2: Crime Scene

Schuldig switched the library lights on, inhaling as deep as he could when he saw the rows and the stacks of his previous practice boxes arranged in alphabetical order. Sighing heavily, still unable to shake off the creepy feeling, he started to unpack the first box.

He continued to listen to the tapes of all his previous sessions, flapping through the files and working through the morning hours; unaware of the time flying by and yet he couldn't find a match.

"This would take time" He yawned, and looked at his wristwatch, a Tag Heuer*, and a gift from his lover for his birthday.

He remembered the young man over the phone rambling about hearing voices in his head. /That narrowed the search down/, he thought. He rummaged through the boxes, arranged and divided the files and the tapes according to diagnoses. Paranoia, schizophrenia, phobia and any case related to hallucinations and delusions.

In the silence of the library, his mind wandered, remembering his practice days. Over the years, through experience, he could diagnose people from their behavioural and body language; "action speaks louder than words". Patients that were referred to him were genuinely insane, some were drug induced and some-he knew - were simply born evil.

He remembered a 10-year-old patient that he treated 3 years ago. The girl had enjoyed watching death. Watching a trapped insect or live animal gasping for its life in fascination. At the age of 11, she had experimented on her mother and baby sister.

During one of the session, he had asked her what she thought of her mother. She had leered at him and said, "Mom?? Mmmmmm…. Nice pussy".

His stomach growled, screaming to be fed. Ahh… Haraheta!! He wondered what Yohji was doing right then.

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Yohji parked his car near the crime scene. The serene night was marred with blinking symphonies of red and blue light mixed with the screaming sounds of sirens. Yohji could see that the neighbours from a few doors away had gathered around the house and whispered and gossiped among themselves; coming up with their own theories.

Yohji walked through the crowd; in few moments the news predator would be swarming over the area catching the scope of the day. /Death and misery are what that brings food on their tables. Can't blame them./

The house was grid with the plastic yellow line with its popular slogan; `POLICE LINE DO NOT CROSS'. Yohji flashed his badge and passed the yellow line. He was greeted by his fellow partner, Asuka, and followed her into the house while glancing at two officers holding their stomachs and throwing up whatever they had consumed earlier… mostly donuts.

"Not a pretty sight inside" Asuka grimed. "A family and a guest couple, the wife found sprawling on the stairs and the husband crucified at his bedroom door. The guests were shot point blank in the face in the guestroom" Asuka briefed him. "Those two cops outside were doing the fingerprint dusting when they stumbled upon the baby."

"Baby?"

"9 months! Wrapped in aluminium foil, found in the oven."

"God!" Yohji began sweating.

"As I told you, it's not a pretty sight."

When they entered the house, the hair at the back of Yohji's neck stood on end. The house was warm and dark and permeated with the smell of human barbequed flesh. There was no light except the constant flashing of the coroner's camera that came from the bedroom. He shivered.

"Fasten your seat belt; let the journey to hell begin."

He grumbled.

Asuka led him to the stairways where a body of a middle age woman was sprawled with her mouth stuffed with a stocking and the phone cables coiled around her neck.

"Estimated time of death 2.00 to 3.00 am, cause of death is a stab wound here - let me show you."

She took out a pen and showed him the wound. "Stabbed from her neck and the cut was dragged down to her spine, the cables at her neck is a mere display."

"A diversion?"

She shrugged at the question. "Or simply a statement, `Catch me if you can'". She continued, "The mother was still alive when she reached the stairs. Notice the blood trail? She dragged herself from the bedroom towards the stairs." She pointed. "She was stabbed again repeatedly."

She proceeded explaining while they were walking towards the bedroom. The marble floor of the house which had once been white was now crimson, stained by the blood flowing like a small river.

"A sign of her trying to warn somebody. The husband?" Yohji said.

"Both main and guest bedroom are downstairs."

" What's upstairs?"

"The children's room. They had two, a daughter and a son." She pointed at the family portrait hanging on the wall. "The neighbours informed us that the daughter has gone for a holiday with a close friend."

"The son?"

"No sign of him in the house!"

"Who found the bodies?"

She grimaced. "A neighbour. He heard someone scream so he called and when no one answered, he peeked. And as a good neighbourly Samaritian he smashed the front door and voila!"

"Wanna hear more of my theories?" She asked.

"It doesn't hurt."

"There were more than one person involved. The mother was killed first - the husband heard something strange, came out from the bedroom and was hit by a blunt object before he was mutilated and crucified. Another proceeded to the guestroom and shot the couple point blank in the face. They took the baby, wrapped it and baked it."

Yohji's face blanched when he visualized the baby.

"The tour isn't over yet, I'll show you the wall."

Yohji's eyes widened as he gazed at the wall, smeared with indefinable abstract patterns.

"The art of modern Picasso. Painted with DNA."

"Victims'?"

"Crime Lab have taken samples for process, we'll get the answer later."

She turned to the coroner who was patiently waiting. "We're done! They are all yours!"

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Schuldig sighed for the umpteenth time today. /And here I thought, there's a joy of my early retirement/. He picked up the phone and dialled a number.

Two rings and then he heard a deep, rich husky and sleepy voice from the other end. "Hello?"

"Hey! Sleeping beauty!"

"Schuldig?"

"Did I wake you up? Ahh… Poor baby-needs his sleep. "Did you do anything on your -- ehem! - so called "date" last night?"

"Do this conversation have a point or do you want me to hang up?"

"Awww!! Braddy-kins!!! I'm hurt- couldn't sleep last night-"

"And you decide to call me because-?"

"I miss your rich husky voice singing me a lullaby…" He was rewarded with a snort.

Schuldig knew the other man very well; he was his best friend, and a shoulder that he could rely and cry on. Bradley Crawford was a fellow MD. Mummy and Daddy had left him a vast fortune and he had used it for investments; he had started a company that had turned out to be a major success and dropped his medical practice. He was a young, rich, good-looking eligible man and Schuldig was so close with the American that they often were mistaken as a couple.

Crawford was a man of taste. Yohji had branded him as an `YSL' - `Young, Single and Loaded' or maybe `Lonely' - not to mention a cold, stuck up, spoiled brat etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. Despite those qualities, he had introduced his half-brother, Hidaka Ken, to him.

/Yesterday was his first date. Today… he is sleepy/ Schuldig grinned.

"Are you free?"

"Nah! But I'm cheap. What's up?"

"I need your help."

"Hmm… Money? I thought we had covered that. Sex? That have been covered too. Therapy? Hey! You're the shrink. So what could I possibly help you with?"

"I'm serious Crawford, I received a disturbing call this morning and I have been trying to identify the voice based on my previous patients. No match and I'd like to bring the tape over and let you listen to it. See if you can recognize it."

He heard a yawn. "Sure! Come on over."

"By the way, how was your date? You sound tired" He teased.

Crawford hung up.

Schuldig placed the receiver down and dressed to go to meet Crawford. He left a post-it-note at the refrigerator to Yohji on his whereabouts in case the blond came home earlier than him.

He ignited the car and sped off.

He was humming along with the song along the street when someone ran towards his car.

Schuldig hit the brakes in the nick of time.

-TBC-

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* I cant remember the exact spelling ^__^.

Me: Yay..... I have this beta ed by my favourite and respectable writer *grinning widely*

Fuuma: You made a lot of mistake with grammars and awkward sentences *smack me*

Me: Itaaaiii!!! I know.. I tried.. and if I do miss anything after someone had corrected it I'm sorry. Sometimes my eyes didnt work very well ...

Fuuma:.. and there she thought of working with Gill Grissom in CSI... he will fired you on your first day of your job..

Me: *sigh* I have a muse who only knows how to ctiticize me -_- . I just wish I have a muse like Mini Morr, and Pandora.

Fuuma: *growls at that comment*

Me: Anyway, hope everyone enjoy this chapter.. If you miss Ran, he will be in Part 3 ^___^