Doppelganger [8/?]
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csi_fictionTitle: Doppelganger
Genre: Angst / Suspense
Pairing: Greg Sanders / Ryan Wolfe
Created on: 05/05/06
Summary: A serial killer leads the Vegas team to Miami, raising the suspicions of one CSI. Is the killer amongst the team of CSI's, or will they follow the wrong path and lose one of their own?
“Where’d they find this guy?”
“He struck again. Victim is thirty year old Josh Brenner, he was strangled in bed while he was sleeping.”
“How’d we catch him?”
“The victim’s partner walked in just as the suspect was walking out. A struggle ensued, and the suspect was finally knocked unconscious when the victim’s partner, Kyle Reynolds, slammed his head into a mirror, almost putting it through the wall. The suspect is being treated here at the hospital along with Mr. Reynolds. Neither have life threatening injuries; Reynolds should be released soon. Our suspect will probably be kept overnight; he’s got a pretty bad concussion. He’s still unconscious, but the doctor’s are monitoring him closely.”
As if to prove the point, both men walk into the suspect’s hospital room where a doctor is listening to the unconscious man’s chest, a nurse writing in the patient’s chart as the doctor speaks in a language that medical professionals can only understand.
“Mr. Caine, it’s been a while. I assume you’re wanting to question Mr. Sullivan?”
“How long do you think it’ll be before he’s awake?”
“Could be a little while, his head almost went through a wall. He’s also got a broken wrist. All I can do is call you when he finally wakes up.”
The suspect looks to be in his early thirties, approximately the same age as all the victims, but he doesn’t have the same resemblance that they do. His hair is a lighter blonde, and he’s a little more muscular than the victims, forcing Horatio to continue to wonder about the motive behind the killings.
Although he knows it could be a short while before the younger man wakes up, he wants to talk to him now, find out why he killed seven innocent people and went after two CSIs, but he knows he’s going to have to wait. It makes him feel better though, knowing that they at least have the killer in custody, his hands restrained to the bed and two officers outside of his door.
“Alright, call me as soon as he wakes up. Eric, I need to know what Mr. Sanders said about the attack.”
They talk as they walk out of the room, and Eric recalls the very slow conversation he had with the younger CSI.
“He was in the shower when the attack happened, he had his back to the shower curtain. He said that it happened so fast, that the wire was wrapped around his neck before he even got a chance to yell for help. The suspect pulled him out of the shower, he kept struggling with him, and eventually they ended up in the bedroom where Greg collapsed. He figured the only way to get the guy off him was to make him think he was dead, so he allowed himself to go limp, and the suspect finally let him go. When Greg thought the suspect was gone, he tried to find a phone to call for help, but he blacked out only a few feet from where the killer left him. He said he heard Ryan start to struggle with the guy in the kitchen before he passed out, but he never got a look at the guy; he was behind Greg the whole time.”
“Why didn’t Ryan hear the struggle in the bathroom and bedroom?”
“Greg’s struggle didn’t get much further than trying to kick the suspect. His hands were busy trying to pull the wire from his throat, he’s got the cuts on his fingers to prove it. With Ryan on the phone with Calleigh, it wouldn’t be that hard not to hear the struggle, especially with them being on opposite sides of the apartment.”
It’s fair enough, and Horatio’s glad that both men were able to make it through the situation, although not unscathed.
“How’s Mr. Sanders doing?”
“A lot better than expected. When I left they were just about to transfer him out of the ICU, he could be discharged within the next twenty-four hours.”
“That soon, huh?”
“He’ll be sore and in pain, won’t be able to talk real well and have to stick to a liquid diet, but the swelling has gone down, and he’s on a laundry list of medications. He needs to have close eyes kept on him for the first week or so. Otherwise, there’s not much else they can do for him here.”
It seems a little early, but Horatio knows that Greg’s going to have around the clock supervision, although the police detail is being called off now that the man they suspect to be the murderer has been caught.
“Alright, Eric, lets go talk with Mr. Reynolds and get his side of what happened. I want to be absolutely sure that we’ve got the right guy, I want everything to be done strictly by the books so that there’s no risk of this guy getting away.”
Eric agrees and follows Horatio through the halls of the hospital until they’re entering the emergency room where a nurse is wrapping the wrist of Kyle Reynolds. He has a split lip and a few bruises scattering his face and arms, but otherwise, the only real concern Horatio finds is the zoned out look in the younger man’s eyes.
When the nurse asks him to hold up his arm a little more, he does so, but otherwise, he seems to be on autopilot, like he’s unaware of his surrounding, everything around him.
“Mr. Reynolds, my name is Horatio Caine, I’m with the Miami Dade crime lab. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?”
“Good luck on getting him to talk. He hasn’t really said anything since they brought him in. He’s in shock. The doctor wants a psych evaluation before he’s discharged. The psychiatrist should be down here shortly, he’s with another patient upstairs.”
They talk as if he’s not in the room, and after she’s finished bandaging up Kyle Reynolds’s sprained wrist, the nurse leaves the men alone in the room, closing the door behind her.
Horatio takes a moment to look over Kyle Reynolds, the younger man blankly starting to fumble with the edge of the ace bandage, eyes not really following his actions, and after a moment, Horatio tries to get his attention again.
“Mr. Reynolds, I’m sorry about what happened to your partner.”
It seems to work as the younger man finally looks up to make eye contact with Horatio, doing so at the mere mention of his partner.
“I tried to save him. He was bleeding, I couldn’t get it to stop.”
“Can you tell me what happened before that, when you first got home?”
He casts his eyes down briefly, as if he’s trying to remember what happened just two short hours ago. Blood still lines the edge of his nails, his partner’s blood no doubt, and he squeezes his eyes close for a second before looking back up.
“I got home from work early. When I went into the bedroom, the guy was just about to walk out. For a second we just kind of stood there, we both caught each other off guard, but then I saw Josh, and he-”
Kyle stops then, shaking his head as he tries to get the bloody images of his partner out of his head.
“Take your time, Mr. Reynolds.”
“I just- I saw him, saw all of the blood, and I just snapped. I went for the guy, but he must have been expecting it. We fought, he hit me a few times, but I finally knocked him out. By the time I got to Josh- by the time I got to him, he was covered in blood around his neck. I tried pulling the wire out, but my fingers kept slipping from all the blood. I really tried to save him.”
“Have you ever seen the suspect before?”
“No.”
“Do you have anyone you can stay with until your apartment is released?”
“I haven’t lived here for very long, I don’t really know anyone around here.”
“Alright. We’re going to have an officer escort you to a hotel. If you remember anything else about what happened, you can call me at any time.”
Horatio gives the younger man his card before apologizing again for his loss and leaving the room, Eric following behind as they close the door and walk just outside of the hospital.
“Alright, Eric, I want you to go to the victim’s apartment and help Calleigh. I’m going to see what we’ve got on Josh Brenner’s autopsy.”
--
“Please tell me we’ve got this guy, Horatio.”
Alexx stands next to the body of Josh Brenner, Horatio across the table from her, examining the younger man lying on the table between them.
“I hope so. What do we have?”
“Baby boy died just like all of our other victims, a wire to the throat. It looks like he was straddled, there’s bruising on the outside of his thighs. The wire cut through his carotid arteries and veins, his larynx, and almost severed his spinal cord. He died almost instantly. I sent the wire up to trace along with his clothes.”
“Nothing out of the ordinary?”
“He’s just like the other victims. If our suspect killed him, then we’re looking at the same guy that killed the other victims.”
“That’s what I want to hear, now it’s just a matter of putting it all together and tying all of our victims to the suspect. So far, all we’ve got is Kyle Reynolds’s word on what happened.”
He knows that he can’t use one person’s word. He has to follow the evidence, and right now, all he has is a bunch of victims and a man that he’s got to be able to link to two states.
“Call me if you find anything else, Alexx, I’m going to see how they’re doing in trace and try to put this puzzle together.”
Alexx watches Horatio walk away before turning back to their latest victim to finish the autopsy.
At the crime scene, Eric joins Calleigh in the victim’s bedroom, finding her snapping pictures of the mirror that the suspect’s head was slammed into. When she sets down the camera, she picks up her tweezers from her kit, carefully pulling a bloody clump of hair from the shattered glass before slipping it into a small evidence bag.
“Calleigh, what do we have so far?”
After initialing the evidence bag, Calleigh turns towards Eric who’s standing in the doorway with kit in hand, glancing around at their crime scene.
“We’ve got a bloody mess, and hopefully the end of a serial killer’s spree. I’ve already processed the bed and found some hair and fibers. All that’s left is to bag up the sheets and blanket. It looks like our suspect and Kyle Reynolds had a pretty active fight, we’ve got several broken picture frames and other items on the floor. There’s some blood drops on the ground and blood smeared on the wall, I’ve already swabbed it.”
It seems that Calleigh has already covered most of the obvious aspects of the room, and Eric sets down his kit before going over to one of the two nightstands that sit on either side of the bed, finding it partially open.
“Did you check this?”
Calleigh turns around and sees Eric glancing in the drawer, snapping a picture of it before pulling it completely open.
“I haven’t gotten over there yet.”
Eric uses his gloved hand to move? the items inside the drawer around, lube and condoms sitting on top of several papers. He briefly glances through the papers, finding them irrelevant, but when he reaches the back of the drawer, he finds something that could possibly be pertinent to their case.
“Calleigh, you might want to take a look at this.”
She finishes swabbing the blood on the mirror before turning to Eric, taking the card from his hand.
“It’s a driver’s license of Kyle Reynolds from Las Vegas.”
Genre: Angst / Suspense
Pairing: Greg Sanders / Ryan Wolfe
Created on: 05/05/06
Summary: A serial killer leads the Vegas team to Miami, raising the suspicions of one CSI. Is the killer amongst the team of CSI's, or will they follow the wrong path and lose one of their own?
“Where’d they find this guy?”
“He struck again. Victim is thirty year old Josh Brenner, he was strangled in bed while he was sleeping.”
“How’d we catch him?”
“The victim’s partner walked in just as the suspect was walking out. A struggle ensued, and the suspect was finally knocked unconscious when the victim’s partner, Kyle Reynolds, slammed his head into a mirror, almost putting it through the wall. The suspect is being treated here at the hospital along with Mr. Reynolds. Neither have life threatening injuries; Reynolds should be released soon. Our suspect will probably be kept overnight; he’s got a pretty bad concussion. He’s still unconscious, but the doctor’s are monitoring him closely.”
As if to prove the point, both men walk into the suspect’s hospital room where a doctor is listening to the unconscious man’s chest, a nurse writing in the patient’s chart as the doctor speaks in a language that medical professionals can only understand.
“Mr. Caine, it’s been a while. I assume you’re wanting to question Mr. Sullivan?”
“How long do you think it’ll be before he’s awake?”
“Could be a little while, his head almost went through a wall. He’s also got a broken wrist. All I can do is call you when he finally wakes up.”
The suspect looks to be in his early thirties, approximately the same age as all the victims, but he doesn’t have the same resemblance that they do. His hair is a lighter blonde, and he’s a little more muscular than the victims, forcing Horatio to continue to wonder about the motive behind the killings.
Although he knows it could be a short while before the younger man wakes up, he wants to talk to him now, find out why he killed seven innocent people and went after two CSIs, but he knows he’s going to have to wait. It makes him feel better though, knowing that they at least have the killer in custody, his hands restrained to the bed and two officers outside of his door.
“Alright, call me as soon as he wakes up. Eric, I need to know what Mr. Sanders said about the attack.”
They talk as they walk out of the room, and Eric recalls the very slow conversation he had with the younger CSI.
“He was in the shower when the attack happened, he had his back to the shower curtain. He said that it happened so fast, that the wire was wrapped around his neck before he even got a chance to yell for help. The suspect pulled him out of the shower, he kept struggling with him, and eventually they ended up in the bedroom where Greg collapsed. He figured the only way to get the guy off him was to make him think he was dead, so he allowed himself to go limp, and the suspect finally let him go. When Greg thought the suspect was gone, he tried to find a phone to call for help, but he blacked out only a few feet from where the killer left him. He said he heard Ryan start to struggle with the guy in the kitchen before he passed out, but he never got a look at the guy; he was behind Greg the whole time.”
“Why didn’t Ryan hear the struggle in the bathroom and bedroom?”
“Greg’s struggle didn’t get much further than trying to kick the suspect. His hands were busy trying to pull the wire from his throat, he’s got the cuts on his fingers to prove it. With Ryan on the phone with Calleigh, it wouldn’t be that hard not to hear the struggle, especially with them being on opposite sides of the apartment.”
It’s fair enough, and Horatio’s glad that both men were able to make it through the situation, although not unscathed.
“How’s Mr. Sanders doing?”
“A lot better than expected. When I left they were just about to transfer him out of the ICU, he could be discharged within the next twenty-four hours.”
“That soon, huh?”
“He’ll be sore and in pain, won’t be able to talk real well and have to stick to a liquid diet, but the swelling has gone down, and he’s on a laundry list of medications. He needs to have close eyes kept on him for the first week or so. Otherwise, there’s not much else they can do for him here.”
It seems a little early, but Horatio knows that Greg’s going to have around the clock supervision, although the police detail is being called off now that the man they suspect to be the murderer has been caught.
“Alright, Eric, lets go talk with Mr. Reynolds and get his side of what happened. I want to be absolutely sure that we’ve got the right guy, I want everything to be done strictly by the books so that there’s no risk of this guy getting away.”
Eric agrees and follows Horatio through the halls of the hospital until they’re entering the emergency room where a nurse is wrapping the wrist of Kyle Reynolds. He has a split lip and a few bruises scattering his face and arms, but otherwise, the only real concern Horatio finds is the zoned out look in the younger man’s eyes.
When the nurse asks him to hold up his arm a little more, he does so, but otherwise, he seems to be on autopilot, like he’s unaware of his surrounding, everything around him.
“Mr. Reynolds, my name is Horatio Caine, I’m with the Miami Dade crime lab. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?”
“Good luck on getting him to talk. He hasn’t really said anything since they brought him in. He’s in shock. The doctor wants a psych evaluation before he’s discharged. The psychiatrist should be down here shortly, he’s with another patient upstairs.”
They talk as if he’s not in the room, and after she’s finished bandaging up Kyle Reynolds’s sprained wrist, the nurse leaves the men alone in the room, closing the door behind her.
Horatio takes a moment to look over Kyle Reynolds, the younger man blankly starting to fumble with the edge of the ace bandage, eyes not really following his actions, and after a moment, Horatio tries to get his attention again.
“Mr. Reynolds, I’m sorry about what happened to your partner.”
It seems to work as the younger man finally looks up to make eye contact with Horatio, doing so at the mere mention of his partner.
“I tried to save him. He was bleeding, I couldn’t get it to stop.”
“Can you tell me what happened before that, when you first got home?”
He casts his eyes down briefly, as if he’s trying to remember what happened just two short hours ago. Blood still lines the edge of his nails, his partner’s blood no doubt, and he squeezes his eyes close for a second before looking back up.
“I got home from work early. When I went into the bedroom, the guy was just about to walk out. For a second we just kind of stood there, we both caught each other off guard, but then I saw Josh, and he-”
Kyle stops then, shaking his head as he tries to get the bloody images of his partner out of his head.
“Take your time, Mr. Reynolds.”
“I just- I saw him, saw all of the blood, and I just snapped. I went for the guy, but he must have been expecting it. We fought, he hit me a few times, but I finally knocked him out. By the time I got to Josh- by the time I got to him, he was covered in blood around his neck. I tried pulling the wire out, but my fingers kept slipping from all the blood. I really tried to save him.”
“Have you ever seen the suspect before?”
“No.”
“Do you have anyone you can stay with until your apartment is released?”
“I haven’t lived here for very long, I don’t really know anyone around here.”
“Alright. We’re going to have an officer escort you to a hotel. If you remember anything else about what happened, you can call me at any time.”
Horatio gives the younger man his card before apologizing again for his loss and leaving the room, Eric following behind as they close the door and walk just outside of the hospital.
“Alright, Eric, I want you to go to the victim’s apartment and help Calleigh. I’m going to see what we’ve got on Josh Brenner’s autopsy.”
--
“Please tell me we’ve got this guy, Horatio.”
Alexx stands next to the body of Josh Brenner, Horatio across the table from her, examining the younger man lying on the table between them.
“I hope so. What do we have?”
“Baby boy died just like all of our other victims, a wire to the throat. It looks like he was straddled, there’s bruising on the outside of his thighs. The wire cut through his carotid arteries and veins, his larynx, and almost severed his spinal cord. He died almost instantly. I sent the wire up to trace along with his clothes.”
“Nothing out of the ordinary?”
“He’s just like the other victims. If our suspect killed him, then we’re looking at the same guy that killed the other victims.”
“That’s what I want to hear, now it’s just a matter of putting it all together and tying all of our victims to the suspect. So far, all we’ve got is Kyle Reynolds’s word on what happened.”
He knows that he can’t use one person’s word. He has to follow the evidence, and right now, all he has is a bunch of victims and a man that he’s got to be able to link to two states.
“Call me if you find anything else, Alexx, I’m going to see how they’re doing in trace and try to put this puzzle together.”
Alexx watches Horatio walk away before turning back to their latest victim to finish the autopsy.
At the crime scene, Eric joins Calleigh in the victim’s bedroom, finding her snapping pictures of the mirror that the suspect’s head was slammed into. When she sets down the camera, she picks up her tweezers from her kit, carefully pulling a bloody clump of hair from the shattered glass before slipping it into a small evidence bag.
“Calleigh, what do we have so far?”
After initialing the evidence bag, Calleigh turns towards Eric who’s standing in the doorway with kit in hand, glancing around at their crime scene.
“We’ve got a bloody mess, and hopefully the end of a serial killer’s spree. I’ve already processed the bed and found some hair and fibers. All that’s left is to bag up the sheets and blanket. It looks like our suspect and Kyle Reynolds had a pretty active fight, we’ve got several broken picture frames and other items on the floor. There’s some blood drops on the ground and blood smeared on the wall, I’ve already swabbed it.”
It seems that Calleigh has already covered most of the obvious aspects of the room, and Eric sets down his kit before going over to one of the two nightstands that sit on either side of the bed, finding it partially open.
“Did you check this?”
Calleigh turns around and sees Eric glancing in the drawer, snapping a picture of it before pulling it completely open.
“I haven’t gotten over there yet.”
Eric uses his gloved hand to move? the items inside the drawer around, lube and condoms sitting on top of several papers. He briefly glances through the papers, finding them irrelevant, but when he reaches the back of the drawer, he finds something that could possibly be pertinent to their case.
“Calleigh, you might want to take a look at this.”
She finishes swabbing the blood on the mirror before turning to Eric, taking the card from his hand.
“It’s a driver’s license of Kyle Reynolds from Las Vegas.”
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