[Something Wicked] Izzy Montoya]
She just snorts at him, and then passes him the food when it comes, and pulls back into traffic, heading toward Lorne’s place again. She props her soda between her thighs, and grabs a burger to eat as she drives, so that she doesn’t think of how they compliment each other – complete each other – no matter the setting. Because they weren’t a couple, this wasn’t a fuckin’ romance novel, and she doesn’t do commitment.
…right?
[..hah..]
She nods, slightly. “We’ll go through all the records for flags – you said he owned a cabin? He sell it, or lose it or? And where is it?”
Because if someone is gonna keep a girl for 20 days out of sight… there’s better places than his apartment.
[Something Wicked] He ate as he read from the reopened laptop “He sold his cabin in March of this year to a man named Peter Carpenter. It’s situated on Canton Road, about twenty five minutes south of the city.” He hands the fries to her so she could more easilly pick some, before he did so himself. He glances at the computer, easilly eating, helping her some with the fries and reading about Patrick Lorne.
“If he doesn’t show up, we can start by visiting his family, ask around if they have seen him lately. After that, well oyu’re the boss” He grins at her, tossing the empty burger wrapper in the bag, drinking from his soda. “Once we’re parked, I’ll get us access to his bank accounts. Anything you want me to check for?”
He leans into the seat, watching her, eating fries once in a while.
[Izzy Montoya] She snorts. “After that I’m the boss? Honey, i am always the boss…” It’s said with a little smirk though, as she navigates traffic with a casual disregard to the rules of the road, while eating, drinking, listening. It’s a habit of someone who spends far too much time behind the wheel – or has just seen things far worse than what could happen to her behind the wheel.
She listens to the info on the cabin, and arches a brow, slightly. “Probably should check it out even if he sold it – he was last seen going South with Vivian. See if there’s any other cabins, anything odd about Carpenter, anything like that too. As for his bank accounts – any other purchases that would suggest another place, rent, the typical red flags.”
She pulls into a parking spot, and turns off the car, and bites into her burger with gusto.
[Something Wicked] He grins “That’s what I let you think” He replies to her boss affirmation. He wipes his fingers with a napkin beofre typing. It takes some time, as he fixes the screen in concentration, frowning. “Hmmm”He says not adding anything “Oh” He types some more then simply says “Shit”. It took him about two hours of research to conclude with that word
He looks at her “Ok, you might want to have this checked out by someone else but this is what I found. First is nothing about Carpenter. His names appears on the documents for the sale of the cabin but I can’t find no Peter Carpenter that matches this guy..not at the adress mentioned, nor working for the comapny he’s supposed to” He tilt his head “Also, there is no deposit of money in Lorne’s account that seem related ot the selling of the cabin. Either he kept the cash with him or has accounts that are well hidden.”
[Izzy Montoya] She snorts, but lets him get to the research while she watches Lorne’s place… fingers tapping occasionally as she waits for word on the warrant as well. She’s antsy – they’re close, and she knows it. She looks over when he makes the sound and finds herself watching him for a bit longer than necessary, while he’s distracted. She doesn’t say anything to get his attention, simply watches him.
Then catches herself, and turns to watch the building again, as if nothing ever happened. Only when he speaks and gives her the information. She smiles, slowly – though there is nothing but triumph behind it. “Gotcha, motherfucker.”
She grabs her phone and dials. “Chief – that search warrant – need to add another property. Owned by Peter Carpenter – who is likely Lorne’s alias – a cabin south of the city.” She gives the address, and then… “and put a jump on it, can ya? If he has another girl…”
She hangs up and grabs her pack of cigarettes, needing something to keep her hands busy before she gives up and just busts into the residence, warrant or no.
[Something Wicked] Derek closes the laptop “What do you want to do? Search here than the cabin?” He ask, looking at her, shifting his body to have a better look at her. Like her, he knows they are close to solving this. It seem the hard work will pay off. Hopefully, there won’t be more victims.
On the phone the Chief had replied gruffly “Chief? Montoya..either you’re in love or incredibly happy about your case for calling me that. Both kinda scares me. The warrant is about to be delivered to you…check the place and I’ll get you the second as soon as possible. And if it’s the boy you’re babysitting that found that. Tell him to be quicker next time. I hate working doubly. Good luck”
The last words said as an after thought but genuine. He wanted her to succeed, even if she was irritating.
A few minutes later a car sopts nearby and someone knocks on the window “Detective, this is the warrant the Chief asked me to give you”
[Izzy Montoya] She nods. “Yeah.” She finishes her burger, wipes her hands, and tries to ignore the what the Chief had said, maintaining it’s just that she’s quite secure in where the case is going right now.
“Sarge says to work faster next time. First one is on the way” She smirks, amused, and does not tell him about the rest of it, just gets out of the car and goes to the trunk, where she pulls out her ballistics vest – and offers one to Derek too. She’s already got two bullet scars, she takes care not to get another. She puts it on, just as the officer delivers the warrant in question.
“Thanks. You guys stick close, just in case. I don’t think we’ll need it here, but at the next location for sure. Suit up, boys – it’s visitin’ time.”
She exudes confidence, here. This is where she proves exactly how good she is. She checks the load on her weapon, and then heads to the building in question. Time for a little visit to the home of a murderer…
[Something Wicked] Derek takes the vest and puts it on. He has no scars on his body and one of the reason is that despite the cockyness, when he had time to plan, he played it safe. No reasons to throw yourself in a firefight without protection or back up if one can help it. He checks his gun and nods to her.
The cops they had asked to watch the building came with them, ready, nervous, vest on. Derek seemed quite cool, aware, ready but he wasn’t shaking, sweating or anything. He was in the zone, easilyl following her lead. She was the senior officer and even if part of him wanted to go first to protect her, he was smart enough not to do it. One day he might protect her but it will be some spur of the moment thing, not stepping on her toes or looking like he thought she was weak or fragile
She wasn’t neither.
They arrive at the door, knocks and got no answers. Derek let Izzy decide as he offer her to take the door down with hands signals. If she tries the door was locked.
[Izzy Montoya] There’s no answer to the knock, which is what she expected. She positions herself to cover the door – and be the first in the line of fire if there is to be any – and nods to Derek. The boy is big, which is more than enough reason to have him bust down the door. She does tend to pick her partners wisely in this respect.
She’ll take point – she directs the others to fall in and fan out, so that they can clear the residence as fast as possible. The is not a drill – its the real deal, and she is cautious mostly when it concerns her team. She knows she’s a damn good shot, and makes sure by taking point she can not only draw fire, but fire first as well.
She makes sure everyone is ready – then nods, counting down with her fingers.
Three.
Two.
One.
Go.
[Something Wicked] Derek took a step back then with a mgihty kick, burst open the door, gun ready, moving on the side opposite of Izzy. They hear no movements from inside the appartment. Everybody moves silently. The two uniformed cops do ok, Derek..well he could not be there ofr all the noise he makes. The man was a ninja. They secure the appartment and start searching it, the officers ready to help if Izzy wants to or positions themselves by the door to watch the entrance.
[Izzy Montoya] Investigation!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6) [WP] Re-rolls: 2
[Izzy Montoya] They hear no movement, but they move through the apartment as if expecting anything at any turn. Only when they start calling out clear, does she start to relax, though she keeps her weapon at the ready until all rooms have been checked completely.
Then, she begins to search… “Mae it worth it, boys. You – watch the entrance, if the neighbors poke their heads out, ask questions, get answers. Looking for anything odd – computer, videos, anything at all. Fast and dirty boys – we’ve another place to hit today.”
[Something Wicked] They look around, checking everything. Izzy was experienced and started with the bedroom. She searched for a while: closet, nightstand, bed, dresser and was about to leave the room when something popped into her mind. Something she had noticed but didn’t register at first. She came back ot the dresser and oppened the drawers. One of them wasn’t as deep as the others. It was barely noticable but she had an eye for small details.
She opens the false bottom and found pictures of girls, some from surveillance, others were from women tied up. She can recognize that they are the same owmen on the surveillance type pictures and tied one. Only one was different, she was found only tied up, no surveillance. She sees Vivian, Katie Fannie and three other, including hte one that was on only oen set of pcitures.
There was no pictures of Carly Masters.
[Izzy Montoya] She pulls on gloves and searches, quickly and thoroughly, and makes a frustrated noise when it occurs to her that the drawer isn’t quite right. She heads back, and pulls it out and finds the false bottom.
“got you, you fucking motherfucker….” She collects everything, and yells for Derek. “We need to get to the cabin – now! No picture of Carly, but this is definitely our asshole.” She shoves the collection into evidence envelopes, and moves to the door. The first team, she nods. “canvas the neighborhood – talk to his neighbors, find out the last time he’s been home, any details – call me if you get anything. You…” The one who delivered the warrant. “You’re with us. Sarge will get the warrant or not – i’m not waiting. Follow in your car, I’ll call it in.”
A beat, and a nod as she meets Derek’s gaze. “Let’s go get this motherfucker…”
Orders given, she’s out the door, steps long, confident, ready. This is Izzy at her best, right here.
[Something Wicked] Derek had come over and saw the pictures, his face setting into a hard, determined expression. Izzy was right, they got the right guy. “Well maybe Carly wasn’t one of his. Or maybe she was jsut the first and it’s different”
The cops nods ot her and start going around, asking about Patrick, well one of them do. The other one went ot get the police tapes to seal the scene. The guy who got her the warrant went ot his car, ready to follow them. Derek looked at her as they get in the car
“We don’t need the warrant, we have probable cause anyweay. And if he’s holding one woman there, then someone needs help and we have to act.” The guy knew the law, no doubts about it.
They drove for over thirty minutes to reach the cabin. It was getting late afternoon, the sky was grey but visibility was good. Izzy could see a car in the driveway. A dark honda accord.
[Izzy Montoya] They don’t need a warrant. “I know.” She drives like a bat out of hell, lights and siren, even as she calls it in and asks for backup. She has the one, she wants another unit at least on the way. She learned her lesson in Miami, and will not go in on her own.
Only when she gets closer does she flip off the lights and sirens, making sure to approach near silently. Still with her vest on, she slips out of the car, and nods to the honda. There is no doubt in her mind, no hesitation, nothing but sheer Fenrir determination. This is what she was born for – not being some baby making machine, not kowtowing to some Garou that thinks he’s badass just because he spouts fur and fang.
This is badass. This. Right here. With nary a claw in sight. This is the moment she lives for…
She directs the other to move around the back of the cabin, making sure he’s aware of the surroundings, as she is herself.. and then makes for the front door, cautiously but quickly, determined to catch him as unawares as possible…
[Izzy Montoya] [beaninjabeaninjabeaninja!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] [we are VERY alert! we ARE!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 7, 8, 8, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Something Wicked] They move in tandem, Derek and her, as one if one was being honest, both not making a sound, almsot instinctively knowing what the other was going to do. It’s part of what made them great cops, they knew their job and would be able ot move that way with any cops who remembered their treaining. Though maybe there was something more between the two of the, a deeper connection.
Or they were just good partners.
The other cop went around as they reach the front door. It was unlocked. They step inside, nothing particular was in sight.Then Izzy heard something: a muffled sound coming form the basement, a sound she might remember having done herself. Trying to scream while gagged.
As her attention is in the direction of where she thinks the door leading to the basement could be, she also hears ascuffle. Something got hit, there was a crack then quick steps moving away.
[Izzy Montoya] The sound gets her. The attempt to scream while gagged, the helplessness behind it, the sheer terror. She sets her jaw against it – and takes a step that way – when she hears the crack, and steps moving away. She nods to Derek, and jerks her head toward the basement, where the screaming comes from, sending him that way – while she lifts her weapon and moves quickly in the direction of the steps moving away.
…she has a feeling she’ll find their cop friend out for the count when she gets there….
Gun ready, steps steady, she heads after the retreating steps…
[Something Wicked] Derek nods to her and head toward the basement door. Izzy moves to the back door, finding the op down, skull seemingly cracked open, blood on the edge of the counter nearby. It was hard to tell if the cop was breathing or not. She hears noises from further inside the cabin, toward what could be determined as the bedroom.
[Izzy Montoya] She sinks to a crouch, carefully, to feel quickly for a pulse on the downed cop, even as she’s listening for other noises… she turns her head toward the bedroom, and pats the cops shoulder – even if he can’t feel her, it’s on the off chance that the movement gives him some comfort – and stands again, moving quickly and quietly to follow the sounds…
Gun raised and ready….
[Something Wicked] There was a pulse but it was faint and fading quickly. She gets up, heading toward the noises. She sneak toward the bedroom and enters it, gun ready, only to find it empty, the window opened.
[Izzy Montoya] She doesn’t waste time. There’s one man down, a woman in who knows what condition downstairs, and a killer on the loose. She scans the room, finds it empty, checks the closest quickly, the moves to the window..
cautiously, she checks to see if she can see him – weapon always following her line of sight, and if she can’t she follows him out the window… listening, searching…
[Something Wicked] She search the room, it’s empty. Out the window she can see something wood, something big and fast entering the woods. The window is big enough to let her out, heck Derek could get out that way if he wanted to.
Here she was, watching a probable suspect running away, with the occasion to go after him alone. Liek she did back in Miami. A man who could tie her up and gag her like she had been, like he has done to at least 6 women if she believes the pictures she has found.
What was she going to do. Alone or with back up?
[Izzy Montoya] she makes a snap decision as she heads out the window. “ANDERSON! OUT BACK!” And then she pitches her voice louder. “STOP! POLICE! DO NOT MOVE!”
Even as she does so – taking off after the suspect. Not alone – she has backup nearby this time, at least, and she makes sure he’s heard where she is headed, but there is no way in hell she’s letting Lorne get away.
“LORNE! STOP! NOW!”
[Something Wicked] She gets out of the house, yelling at Derek then at Lorne. Her voice echoes in the clear air of a june cloudy day. She heads toward the woods, gun ready. From the corner of her eye she saw a big fugire comingout of the house, somewhat familiar. Her backup wasn’t too far and he moved quickly. She knew it already from the many nights they spent fucking until exhaustion.
Her partner was a very fit man.
She walks closer to the woods, her feet trying to make no sounds, but it was hard, small branches cracking, small rocks crounching under her steps. She wasn’t terribly noisy but not many people could be quicket in the woods. Brnaches were reaching otu it seem, getting stuck in her clothes, almost trying to rip them. She walks deeper in the woods, hearing footsteps behind her to her left.
They were light and coming form the direction she expected Derek to be “I’m on your8″A very familiar voice says, in a low tone, confirming her suspiscion.
She takes to more steps then: BLAM!! A gunshot echoes in the air, a tree trunk near her getting it, sending splinters in the air.
[Izzy Montoya] [Nows not the time to quit paying attention! So, don’t! BE ALERT!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Something Wicked] The gunshot snapped Dere’k and her’s attention in one direction. Both of them could glimpse a retreating figure a distance ahead.
[Izzy Montoya] The gunshot rings out, and she’s hit by splinters as the tree near her takes the damage. She whips her head to the side, her gun up, and fires quickly – two rounds – and the figure ahead of them, before she takes off after him, again…
[Izzy Montoya] [Bang!
1a: 8-2 for split = 6 for first one…
1b: 8-3 = 5 for the second. diff 7 at STs request BRING ON THE PAIN!]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 6, 8, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 7)
[Izzy Montoya] 1a: damage: damage 4 + 3=7 diff 6
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 4, 6, 6, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] [way to apy attention lessa – REROLL
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 5, 6, 9 (Success x 1 at target 7)
[Izzy Montoya] 1a: damage: damage 4 + (suxx-1) diff 6
Thank you kahseeno for punishing me. now DONT BE A WHORE. 1a Damage:
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 3, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] 1b = LIKE YOU MEAN IT.
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 5, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 7) [WP] Re-rolls: 2
[Izzy Montoya] Thats better – NOW TAKE HIM DOWN.
1a: damage: damage 4 + 3 diff 6
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 5, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Something Wicked] Izzy shoots twice, quickly. One bullet hit the man in the shoulder, a spray of blood can be seen even from afar. He takes a step before the other one hits his leg and falls down, hard with a scream of pain.
Derek keeps his gun in the direction of the man as Izzy and him makes their way to the downed figure. Patrick Lorne was as big as they might have imagined. A gun was laying nearby, kicked by Izzy when she reaches him. He was still breathing, fast, in pain but alive.
Derek takes out his cell phone, gun trained on the man. He dials quickly “This is Detective Anderson, badge number 6734. I need medics quickly. We have an officer down, head cracked open, a suspect shot twice, hit once in the right shoulder, once in the right leg, with a young woman suffering from many bruises, possible internal bleeding and sever dehydratation and malnutrition.”
He gives the adress and watches Izzy.
[Izzy Montoya] Izzy keeps her gun trained on Lorne, adrenalin coursing through her as she kicks his gun farther to the side, and holds her weapon trained on the inured man. She takes aim at the center of his forehead – she’s close enough that it’s point blank. She will not miss. Her finger tenses – her jaw tightens as she hears Derek report on the condition of the woman inside, and everything she is cries out for her to take that last shot, to end it for [her] all the women he’s hurt…
It seems like forever as she studies him, as she wrestles with her own past, it’s a lifetime while she contemplates spattering his brains across the forest floor… it’s really only a moment, but it feels like so much more.
Finally, she spits out. “Patrick Lorne, you are under arrest for the kidnapping and murders of…” She makes it official, right there, listing the women they know about – sure others will be added, and then finishes with a snarl… “Just give me a fuckin’ reason to pull the trigger, asswipe. Twitch one single motherfuckin muscle…”
[Something Wicked] Derek watches her more, putting his gun back in his holster. He saw the conflict on her face and moves closer when she tells the man he’s under arrest. She telsl him not to twitch, but the guy was in pain and did move a little. Derek gently puts a hand on top of Izzy’s gun
“It’s over Izzy, you did it” He tells her softly, a smile on his lips. “He’s not going anywhere” His hand moved ot her hceek, cupping it slightly for a few seconds as he pulls handcuffs out and then proceeds to cuff the man while telling him his rights.
The man’s gun was nearby, ready to be bagged. Derek glances at it but doesn’t tell her what ot do. He knows that it wasn’t easy for her but also that now that the man wasn’t assurely going no where, she’ll be better and will be able to take over the scene liek she use to.
[Izzy Montoya] She flinches when Derek’s hand rests on the top of her gun, sliding it down, just a bit, breaking the hold of memory on her. She takes a slow breath, shaky but deep, as he tells her it’s over, assures her that Lorne isn’t going anywhere. She lifts her gaze to his when he touches her cheek, and finally lowers her weapon. another breath. and she rolls her shoulders, and takes a step back as Derek cuffs him and reads him his rights.
Control. Time to control the scene.
Her chin lifts, and she exhales slowly. Sirens in the distance mean help is on the way, and she nods again. “Alright.” And then she moves to do what needs to be done – she heads inside to check on the downed cop, to check on the woman downstairs, to secure the scene and direct the cavalry as it arrives.
There will be time to fall apart later. Much, much later.
[Something Wicked] Things happened quickly. The emt’s took a look at the cop, who as Izzy noticed when she checked on him the second time, was dead. One of them went downstairs to check on the young woman with Derek who had brought back Patrick and handed him to the back up who had arrived before the medics. The young woman, who was named Ophelia Fances was brought back up by Izzy’s partner and put on a stretcher and taken away rapidly, along with hte cop’s body.
The cabin was explored and evidence of foul play was easy to find. CSI told her that they had found blood from various women. Chances were that it could be linked to the women on each pictures. A big rope was found, with speckles of flesh embedded in it, easilly recognizable as the murder weapon. Dinner time turned into night before they could leave the scene. Her chief wanted a report and Derk handled that part, telling him he’ll have it in the morning and he was heading to his office for that.
Izzy never heard of him having an office.
Without a word, he took the keys from her and went to the driver’s side. She could argue if she wanted to, but he wasn’t allowing her to drive right now. He stopped by another take out restaurant on the way home..well her place. They took the stairs and finally were there. He took off his shirt and sat beside her, not talking much, letting her react the way she wanted to, the way she felt like now that they were in the privacy of her place.
Which it turns out, was his office for at one point, either right after dinner or much later, he writes the report.
[Izzy Montoya] Things happened quickly after that – the scene blocked off, and secured, the cop – dead, which made her pale, her jaw setting as she knelt next to him, and took in his face, how young he was, making sure to memorize every detail of his face – the woman, traumatized but alive.. off to the hospital, as they searched the cabin, and Izzy smoked like a freight train. Derek says he’ll write a report when he returns to his office, and somewhere that registers that she didn’t realize he had one, but she makes no comment.
The chief checks on her – but briefly, and gruffly. Two words. “All right?” And he gets two words in reply. “Yeah, Sarge.” He touches her shoulder, squeezing lightly, and then lets it be. It’s how they relate to one another, it’s what keeps things normal. He watchs though, as Derek takes her keys, as Izzy lets him do so, without argument, and he nods, slightly – before he returns to the scene and the job at hand.
Izzy says nothing on the way home – but she smokes the whole time. She says nothing up to the stairs, until they are inside, until they are alone. He sits next to her, as she finishes her cigarette… which is when he’ll notice her hands are shaking… she’s trembling.
she clenches her hands tight, trying to stop them from shaking, but she can’t… soon it takes over.. and she barely manages a “…shower…” before she’s up and moving that way, needing to scrub everything off her – the blood from the dead cop, the scent of the cabin, the filth of the depravity, the memories from her mind.
It’s there, under the water, that she finally breaks down. It’s there that she shakes so hard he may fear she’ll break. It’s there, with the heat and steam surrounding her – surrounding them when he joins her as she knows he will – that she finally lets go, and lets the emotions come, raw and unrefined, pained and aching, ripped and ragged…its there that she turns to him, and holds on – holds on tight – as if letting go would be the worst thing in the whole world. It’s there that she asks him – asks, not tells – to take her to bed, to just hold her until she can sleep, until the terror recedes, to keep her safe until the shaking stops…
“Just… stay…”
Two words. Whispered, and barely heard, as she folds herself into his arms, and holds on… until adrenalin wears completely off, leaving her wasted and empty of emotion… until she can sleep.
Even while he writes his report in ‘his’ office…