[Something Wicked] [Something wicked]
“I’m afraid of that as well. prolific bastard he is”
He had smiled at her touch and is silent during the drive, looking out the window, awake now with the mix of adrenaline and cafeine. Once they park, he get out, stretching slightly, moving to he side so they could go back inside her appartment building. They take the stairs and get back inside her place
“I’m going to get a beer, want anything?”He asks her as he takes off his shoes then walks toward the kitchen, taking his shirt off “And want to check those files right now or tomorrow morning?”He calls out as he dispears into the kitchen. He comes back out shortly with a beer for him and one for her if she wanted one
[Izzy Montoya]
When they get to her place (or, as it’s commonly called it seems – home) she slips from her shoes and goes to stand in front of the murder board, her arms crossed in front of her. She hears him moving around, taking off his shoes and shirt, and…
“A beer. And tonight – I won’t be able to sleep without looking at them first.” She hasn’t even taken off her weapon yet, as she usually does in the little room by the door thats set up as a coat closet. She grabs the marker and adds in the desecript and location of the newly discovered victim, and drags a map from her drawer to add up there, marking where each of the girls was found – and if known, where they were taken, too.
[Something Wicked] He brought her a beer and went to sit beside her, his body close to hers. So close she could feel the warmth of his skin. He drank from his beer and then set it down, opening her laptop and going to his e-mail account on an independant server. He downloaded the files he had received about the 8 missing blonde women dating 2 months ot 6 months ago. “Ok, let’s check this out” He told her, clicking on each profile, reading them with her.
First is Amelia Forbes, 18, college student who disapeared around april 15th. Then Debbie Holmes, 19, waitress, filed missing around april 6th, Janie Olsen, 24, pre law, missing since March 28th, followed by Linsday Garreth, 28, dentist, disapeared on march 10th, Michelle Phillis, 21, convenience store clerk, missing since feb 14th, Diana Regher, 26, gym instructor, missing since january 26th, Coralie Winters a 25 years old tennis player, went missing january 7th and finally Fnnie Dobson, 23, clothing store clerk, missing since january 4th.
Photos were included with every files.
Derek leaned back, picking up his beer “Chances are one of those young women is the one we found. I hope, if she’s not one of those, it means either it’s not the same guy, that he hcanged his victim’s type or there are more missing women then we know of”
[Izzy Montoya] He sits next to her, close – and she shifts her position slightly, as she takes her beer, to where she’s touching him on as many points as possible, without seeming to realize that she does so. She takes a drink, and watches as he downloads the files and reads them.
She skims through them each – pausing on the gym instructor “What gym?” Then strolls and skims through the rest. Her brow furrows, slightly, as she reads through the files – finally reaching to hit a few keys and start them printing out so that she can hang the photos on the board, as well as read them more effectively.
She rubs her temples for a moment, before drinking from her beer. “It’s gonna take some time to get all the info on these…”
[Something Wicked] He nodded, one hand resting absently on her thigh. He reached with one hand to click on the gym’s intructor’s information. She worked at World fitness Gym in Cabini Green. The files Izzy’s wanted are slowly printing as they talk.
“Well we have general info. We can always investigate each of them a little more. That’ll be time consuming but we could always split up to do so. We’ll know son enough who the woman we found is I’d say. She seemed to have her teeth so dental reccords should identify her quickly. Hopefully once we know who she is, we’ll have a better idea how they’re all connected..if there’s a connection”
He shook his head slightly, his hand squeezing her thigh slgihtly as he picked the beer again, drinking from it. He looked at the map where the bodies were found. It covered a lot of wood to link them all with no apparent focal point.
[Izzy Montoya] She’s frustrated. He can tell, as he knows her best – the thigh under his hand, the muscle is tense, as she flexes it absently, her foot bouncing on the floor. She leans forward, without dislodging his hand, the beer bottle dangling between her thighs as she searches for some sort of connection between the women on the board, and the minor facts she knows of the new ones…
there has to be something. “I’m missing something. I fucking know it.” It’s a low growl, as she runs her free hand through her hair, and shakes her head. “They’ll call with the files as soon as they’ve ID’d her – sometime tomorrow, I’m guessing.”
She glances toward the printer to be sure she has enough paper in it [she does] and then back to the board, tipping her bottle back for another couple swallows…
[Something Wicked] He nods “I know there’s a connection somewhere too.” He closes his eyes “Ok..what do we know? Carly, the presumably oldest victim was a student, was dating a big guy named Patrick, and was found dead in the lake. We have Katie, the stripper, found dead with the MO we’ve been associating with our killer..nothing exceptional except she was member of a gym, same as Vivian, but not a member of the same gym. I asked around, Carly never was a member of a gym…”
He let out a sigh “Except for the fact they are blondes, blue eyed good looking women..there isn’t much to connect them”
His hand leaves Izzy’s thigh to rub his cheek. “Why was Carly killed differently from the others?”
[Izzy Montoya] She stands when he moves his hand, and paces in front of the board. “Was she the first… maybe it was a crime of passion, before he discovered he liked it – maybe he’s trying to find another Carly, and when the girls don’t pass muster, he kills them too – could be the reason for the 20 days…”
She’s reaching for straws, she knows it. She downs the rest of hr beer, and goes to get them each a second, checking on the printer on her way back. “We’ve no way to tell if they are kin – if that’s what connects them, without someone coming forward and mentioning the missing girls, and it getting through to us. So – He likes them fit, conditioned, blond and blue eyed. Either member of a gym, or at least athletic. He’s getting bolder, with Vivian and Katie.”
She runs her fingers through her hair and makes a frustrated sound.
[Something Wicked] He finishes his beer, watching her go and get them another. He takes it with a small smile “Thanks.”He listens to her, frowning slightly at her words “What do you mean by bolder?” He asks with curiosity. The printer finally stops printing the files she wanted.
“And if they were kin, we’d probably have heard about it..or our..cousins would have done something about it.”He pauses “Then again, I think I dealt with the kin killer mostly by myself or with the help of other kin. So maybe missing kin isn’t hgh on their priorities. So they won’t go look for them.
Unlike me, who did and will do so again”
He seems determined. Maybe it was fueled by her story of what happened to her once. If she had kown him then, he would’ve moved earth and sky to find her. She goes missing again one day, she now probably know someone cares and will look for her.
[Izzy Montoya] “Closer together, taking Vivian right off the street, in view of a camera. He’s searching for something, and if we can figure out what it is – we can catch him. ”
She doesn’t address the cousins and their tendency to ignore kin killers, missing kinfolk and the like. Second class citizens, always, though the Sept in florida mobilized to find her when she was taken. It was close though, and almost too late. She knows he would be different if it were here – and that he will put that same energy into finding these girls. She doesn’t want it to be too late for any of them girls, either.
She grabs the files of the missing girls, separates them into individual folders, then sits on the middle of the floor and spreads them out around her, looking at the photos, at the dates and times, at the pictures themselves, searching for a connection.
[Something Wicked] He nods “Yeah, he probably didn’t think that there was a camera there. Or he knew and that’s why we didn’t get a good look at him.” He drinks from his bottle, watching her with the folders and pictures.
The girls look liek they could be sisters or at least cousins. Beautiful, some with long hair, others with short hair. Most pictures had them smiling, only Debbie and Michelle weren’t. Each files tells when each had been seen last. None of them had witnesses saying they’ve been kidnapped. They all just vanished into thin air. The rest of the info is pretty general: age, adresses, profession, next of kin, friends…nothing specifics like habits, club memberships or pets owned.
[Izzy Montoya] She nods, slightly, and studies the pictures. She then simply divides the files in half, and hands him the files for Amelia, Debbie, Janie, and Lindsay. She keeps Michelle, Dianna – the gym instructor – Coralie, Fannie.
“Looks like we divide and conquer, then. Tomorrow, we’ll visit family and friends, get as much information as possible on each of these women – keep an eye out for a common thread, soemthing that ties them together, or to our known victims. We’ll get the info on the one tonight added to the board as soon as possible, and…”
She shrugs, slightly, helplessly. “Hopefully something will jump out at us. Something we can use…”
[Something Wicked] He take the files, putting down his empty bottle on the table “All right. Sounds like tomorrow we’ll have a big day. Better try and get back to sleep for a few hours” He places his pile of files with the rest of his things as he get up, stretching some
“Want to help me go back to sleep?”He asks her with a grin then picking up the empty bottles, he put them in the kitchen and then heads to her bedroom, not theirs..hers..and undresses, wiating ofr her to join him. Even if she doesn’t want to “help”him get back ot lseep, she’ll come anyway to lay beside him. He doubted she’ll sleep on the couch.
[Izzy Montoya] She nods slightly, though her gaze is on the board, still, even now. She closes her laptop, sets her files on top of it, and lets him take the empty bottles. She makes some noise about helping him sleep, but it’s not really a commitment either way…
…but after a while, she finally removes her weapon, puts it with her badge where it belongs, and then goes to the bedroom, undressing on the way. By the time she arrives, she is naked, and slips into bed next to him. She’s tense, and when she turns to put her cell phone on the bedside table, he may think she won’t turn toward him again… but one for a moment, because she does, sliding under the covers and pressing against him.
“You want some fuckin’ help, do you…” It’s said with that familiar smirk, as she pushes away the case, and all the millions of possibilities they have to wade through, and slides her hand down his chest.
[Something Wicked] He had ginned at her words and agreed that he needed some help. And so she helped him and he helped her back. It was more brief than they usually do for it was late and they both needed so well deserved sleep if they wanted to be efficient on the next day.
They slept soundly the last remaining hours of the night, the alram clock ringing way too early for both of their liking. Eventually Derek gout out of bed and in their semi morning routine, went to make so coffee and breakfast, knowing she’ll join him once the smell took a hold of her. Some small talk, shower, together or watching each other while talking, getting dressed..though this morning is the first time he dressed for the day in clean clothes from their/her closet.
And then he was gone with a grin and a later. Still no good bye kisses or have a good day. Maybe one day. It left Izzy to decide who she wanted to investigate in which order.
[Izzy Montoya] [pause!]
[Something Wicked] -pause-