Doppelganger [9/?]
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csi_fictionTitle: Doppelganger
Genre: Angst / Suspense
Pairing: Greg Sanders / Ryan Wolfe
Rating: NC-17
Beta(s): Shadowfax / Twiz
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?
A/N: This chapter is short, and doesn’t have Ryan or Greg in it really, but it’s an important part of the story. Don’t worry though, Ryan and Greg will both be back in the next chapter. Enjoy.
~*~*~
“Do you think he has any sort of link to the victims?”
Horatio holds the old driver’s license of Kyle Reynolds in his hand, looking over it as he thinks about the question that Calleigh just asked.
“We can’t be sure of anything until we get more information on this. Calleigh, I want you to run Kyle Reynolds’s background, find out how long he lived in Vegas and when he moved to Miami. I also want you to fax a copy of this to Gil Grissom, find out if Mr. Reynolds made any appearances in their cases.
“Eric, you and I are going over to the suspect’s house to see if we can find a link between him and all of our victims.”
Horatio hands the card back over to Calleigh before they split ways, he and Eric getting into the Hummer and driving over to Chris Sullivan’s house. It’s not in the richest of neighborhoods, they noted, seeing a large guard dog in the backyard, waiting for an intruder to give him something to do, something to chew on.
They’re cautious as they enter the house with a pair of officers with them, searching for any unwanted presences before they set about looking through the house, Eric’s attention primarily drawn to the bedroom. It has the primary furniture, a bed and dresser, but otherwise, it’s simply a room, no emotion added in the form of pictures or paintings on the wall.
The whole house seems kind of cold, as if it’s just simply a place to sleep in instead of a home, and Eric wonders how anyone could really live like this. He can’t imagine coming home to bare walls and simple furniture, the sheets on the bed the cheapest it looks like money could buy.
Upon opening the closet, the amount of clothes that are hanging up are limited, a few shirts and slacks pushed to the back where Eric finds a simple shoebox hiding in the shadows. He kneels down in front of it with his flashlight shining, his gloved hands pulling open the cover of the box, revealing a highly possible link to the victims.
The shoebox is almost overflowing with newspaper clippings, the most recent sitting on the top, the faces of Greg Sanders and Ryan Wolfe staring back at him under the bold letters “CSIs attacked by serial killer”. Underneath, he finds several other articles about the attack on the two men, but as he gets further down, Eric finds articles on the other Miami victims as well.
“Eric, what have you got?”
Eric is temporarily startled by Horatio’s sudden presence behind him, but he soon recovers and pulls the shoebox off the ground, allowing Horatio to pull a few articles out of the box to examine them.
“It looks like our killer enjoys seeing his work in print. I think he enjoys being in the spotlight.”
“But why wait so long between Vegas and Miami?”
“He could have been incarcerated or otherwise incapacitated.”
Eric shakes his head; he has never really understood the mental process of a serial killer. To leave behind all inhibitions and go on a murderous rampage of innocent people…
“You think this is our guy, H?”
“It’s looking that way, but we won’t set that in stone just yet. I still want to find out about Kyle Reynolds.”
Horatio leaves Eric when his cell phone rings, and Eric puts the shoebox into a large evidence bag, initialing the tape before making another quick sweep of the closet, finding no other evidence that could link their suspect to the case.
The next connection isn’t made until Eric finally makes his way to the suspect’s garage, finding almost immediately the roll of wire that’s identical to the kind used in all of the murders thus far. He’s able to lift a few prints after photographing the evidence, and he does so just as Horatio enters the garage, the older man on the phone during most of their time in the suspect’s house, talking to Gil Grissom in Vegas as well as others that are involved in the case.
“Eric, I just got a call from the hospital, Chris Sullivan has just woken up. How much do you have left here?”
“I’m just finishing up. If this guy isn’t the killer, then he’s got a lot of explaining to do.”
As he speaks, Eric hands the evidence bag containing the roll wire, the older man looking it over.
“I think you’re right.”
--
“He’s not talking, at least not to me or the staff.”
“Is there a medical reason behind that?”
The doctor shrugs as they stand outside of Chris Sullivan’s hospital room. It doesn’t look like there’s a medical cause for the suspect’s silence. Instead, it looks like he’s just trying to be stubborn, keeping his secrets inside.
“There’s no medical reason for it; he’s just a man with something to hide. He put up a fight against his restraints when he first woke up, spit on one of our officers, but the second he saw me coming towards him with a needle, he calmed right down. Guess he’s not a fan of needles. Maybe that’s something you can keep in mind. I’ve released him over to the state’s care. Other than a concussion, there’s really no other reason for him to stay here.”
“Thank you, doctor.”
The doctor nods at Horatio before walking away, the oldest CSI turning to Eric, who’s already itching to get into the room to interrogate the suspect.
Horatio knows that as soon as one of their own was attacked, that this case became more personal, and he knows that if he doesn’t keep a close reign on it, judgment could be clouded, and their case against the suspect can come crumbling apart.
“Eric, I know that you want to catch this guy for Ryan and Greg, and I need you to remember that in there. We need this case to be as solid as possible.”
He nods, knows what Horatio’s getting at, and finally the older man opens the door to the hospital room, finding their suspect laying in his back in the bed, restraints pinning his wrists and ankles in place.
In a normal case, the suspect being handcuffed to the bed is usually enough to keep them under control, but at this point, they don’t want to take a chance on a man that might possibly have killed several innocent people and went after two CSIs.
“Mr. Sullivan, my name is Horatio Caine with the Miami Dade Crime lab, do you mind if I ask you a few questions?”
No answer as the suspect remains silent, his eyes fixed on the ceiling above him. His hands are clenched into fists, his jaw set, and it’s easy to see that he’s upset, as most suspects usually are when they wake up and realize they’re in police custody.
“Mr. Sullivan, you’re the suspect in the case of six different murders and two attempted murders. If you want to clear your name, it would be in your best interest to cooperate.”
More silence, and this time, Eric takes action, leaving the room for a brief second before returning with something in his hand. When Horatio sees what he’s holding, he tries to stop the younger man, but Eric ignores him, advancing towards Chris Sullivan.
The suspect’s eyes avert from the ceiling long enough to see Eric coming towards him, and he automatically tenses up and tries to pull away.
“Get that thing away from me.”
Eric holds a large two-inch needle with a syringe attached, getting only close enough until Horatio finally manages to stop him.
“Eric, control yourself,” Horatio tells him in a low voice.
“He tried to kill Ryan, he killed seven other people-”
“And if that’s true, we’ll prove it. If you go after him like this, though, it’s just going to complicate the case even more. You need to make a decision, either get yourself under control, or you’re going to have to leave the room.”
The conversation is held in a hushed tone, the suspect’s main focus resting on the needle, Horatio taking it from him and sticking it in the Sharps container that’s mounted on the wall.
“Mr. Sullivan-”
“I’m not the man you’re looking for, I didn’t kill anyone.”
“Tell me what happened.”
Horatio hopes that the suspect will give them something to work with, something to prove or disprove what happened at the latest victim’s apartment. It’s not going to be that easy, though; he quickly realizes that when the suspect shakes his head.
“If I tell you, you’re just going to turn it around on me. I know how you people are. You believe what you want to, you arrest innocent people and lock them up because you’re incapable of doing your job.”
“With all due respect, withholding information isn’t going to help prove your innocence either. Right now we’ve got a witness that says you killed Josh Brenner, we’ve got evidence from your house. The only way we can consider you to be innocent is if you tell us what happened in that apartment.”
It’s obvious he doesn’t want to, but the restraints are starting to get to him, the images of what happened won’t go away.
“Whatever that guy told you, he’s lying. I broke into his house, I didn’t know anyone was there. I was going to rob the place. When I went into the bedroom, I found that guy on the bed; he was killing the other guy. I was going to run, but he attacked me. I didn’t kill anyone.”
“Can you explain the roll of wire or the shoebox we found at your house?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Horatio’s surprised to see the look of genuine confusion in the suspect’s eyes, the anger gone from his eyes as he tries to convince the CSIs of his innocence.
“Mr. Sullivan, have you ever been to Las Vegas?”
He doesn’t answer right away, looking between the two men standing next to him. He doesn’t know what answer they’re looking for, and he’s worried of what the truth will prove.
“I stayed with a friend in Vegas a few years back.”
Horatio’s silent, thinking about his next move before eventually nodding his head in the direction of the door, instructing Eric to follow him into the hallway.
“H, you don’t actually believe this guy, do you?”
“Eric, I believe whatever the evidence tells me.”
As he speaks, Horatio pulls out his phone and hits speed dial, waiting for a response from the other end.
“Calleigh, I need to know what you found out about Kyle Reynolds.”
Genre: Angst / Suspense
Pairing: Greg Sanders / Ryan Wolfe
Rating: NC-17
Beta(s): Shadowfax / Twiz
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?
A/N: This chapter is short, and doesn’t have Ryan or Greg in it really, but it’s an important part of the story. Don’t worry though, Ryan and Greg will both be back in the next chapter. Enjoy.
~*~*~
“Do you think he has any sort of link to the victims?”
Horatio holds the old driver’s license of Kyle Reynolds in his hand, looking over it as he thinks about the question that Calleigh just asked.
“We can’t be sure of anything until we get more information on this. Calleigh, I want you to run Kyle Reynolds’s background, find out how long he lived in Vegas and when he moved to Miami. I also want you to fax a copy of this to Gil Grissom, find out if Mr. Reynolds made any appearances in their cases.
“Eric, you and I are going over to the suspect’s house to see if we can find a link between him and all of our victims.”
Horatio hands the card back over to Calleigh before they split ways, he and Eric getting into the Hummer and driving over to Chris Sullivan’s house. It’s not in the richest of neighborhoods, they noted, seeing a large guard dog in the backyard, waiting for an intruder to give him something to do, something to chew on.
They’re cautious as they enter the house with a pair of officers with them, searching for any unwanted presences before they set about looking through the house, Eric’s attention primarily drawn to the bedroom. It has the primary furniture, a bed and dresser, but otherwise, it’s simply a room, no emotion added in the form of pictures or paintings on the wall.
The whole house seems kind of cold, as if it’s just simply a place to sleep in instead of a home, and Eric wonders how anyone could really live like this. He can’t imagine coming home to bare walls and simple furniture, the sheets on the bed the cheapest it looks like money could buy.
Upon opening the closet, the amount of clothes that are hanging up are limited, a few shirts and slacks pushed to the back where Eric finds a simple shoebox hiding in the shadows. He kneels down in front of it with his flashlight shining, his gloved hands pulling open the cover of the box, revealing a highly possible link to the victims.
The shoebox is almost overflowing with newspaper clippings, the most recent sitting on the top, the faces of Greg Sanders and Ryan Wolfe staring back at him under the bold letters “CSIs attacked by serial killer”. Underneath, he finds several other articles about the attack on the two men, but as he gets further down, Eric finds articles on the other Miami victims as well.
“Eric, what have you got?”
Eric is temporarily startled by Horatio’s sudden presence behind him, but he soon recovers and pulls the shoebox off the ground, allowing Horatio to pull a few articles out of the box to examine them.
“It looks like our killer enjoys seeing his work in print. I think he enjoys being in the spotlight.”
“But why wait so long between Vegas and Miami?”
“He could have been incarcerated or otherwise incapacitated.”
Eric shakes his head; he has never really understood the mental process of a serial killer. To leave behind all inhibitions and go on a murderous rampage of innocent people…
“You think this is our guy, H?”
“It’s looking that way, but we won’t set that in stone just yet. I still want to find out about Kyle Reynolds.”
Horatio leaves Eric when his cell phone rings, and Eric puts the shoebox into a large evidence bag, initialing the tape before making another quick sweep of the closet, finding no other evidence that could link their suspect to the case.
The next connection isn’t made until Eric finally makes his way to the suspect’s garage, finding almost immediately the roll of wire that’s identical to the kind used in all of the murders thus far. He’s able to lift a few prints after photographing the evidence, and he does so just as Horatio enters the garage, the older man on the phone during most of their time in the suspect’s house, talking to Gil Grissom in Vegas as well as others that are involved in the case.
“Eric, I just got a call from the hospital, Chris Sullivan has just woken up. How much do you have left here?”
“I’m just finishing up. If this guy isn’t the killer, then he’s got a lot of explaining to do.”
As he speaks, Eric hands the evidence bag containing the roll wire, the older man looking it over.
“I think you’re right.”
--
“He’s not talking, at least not to me or the staff.”
“Is there a medical reason behind that?”
The doctor shrugs as they stand outside of Chris Sullivan’s hospital room. It doesn’t look like there’s a medical cause for the suspect’s silence. Instead, it looks like he’s just trying to be stubborn, keeping his secrets inside.
“There’s no medical reason for it; he’s just a man with something to hide. He put up a fight against his restraints when he first woke up, spit on one of our officers, but the second he saw me coming towards him with a needle, he calmed right down. Guess he’s not a fan of needles. Maybe that’s something you can keep in mind. I’ve released him over to the state’s care. Other than a concussion, there’s really no other reason for him to stay here.”
“Thank you, doctor.”
The doctor nods at Horatio before walking away, the oldest CSI turning to Eric, who’s already itching to get into the room to interrogate the suspect.
Horatio knows that as soon as one of their own was attacked, that this case became more personal, and he knows that if he doesn’t keep a close reign on it, judgment could be clouded, and their case against the suspect can come crumbling apart.
“Eric, I know that you want to catch this guy for Ryan and Greg, and I need you to remember that in there. We need this case to be as solid as possible.”
He nods, knows what Horatio’s getting at, and finally the older man opens the door to the hospital room, finding their suspect laying in his back in the bed, restraints pinning his wrists and ankles in place.
In a normal case, the suspect being handcuffed to the bed is usually enough to keep them under control, but at this point, they don’t want to take a chance on a man that might possibly have killed several innocent people and went after two CSIs.
“Mr. Sullivan, my name is Horatio Caine with the Miami Dade Crime lab, do you mind if I ask you a few questions?”
No answer as the suspect remains silent, his eyes fixed on the ceiling above him. His hands are clenched into fists, his jaw set, and it’s easy to see that he’s upset, as most suspects usually are when they wake up and realize they’re in police custody.
“Mr. Sullivan, you’re the suspect in the case of six different murders and two attempted murders. If you want to clear your name, it would be in your best interest to cooperate.”
More silence, and this time, Eric takes action, leaving the room for a brief second before returning with something in his hand. When Horatio sees what he’s holding, he tries to stop the younger man, but Eric ignores him, advancing towards Chris Sullivan.
The suspect’s eyes avert from the ceiling long enough to see Eric coming towards him, and he automatically tenses up and tries to pull away.
“Get that thing away from me.”
Eric holds a large two-inch needle with a syringe attached, getting only close enough until Horatio finally manages to stop him.
“Eric, control yourself,” Horatio tells him in a low voice.
“He tried to kill Ryan, he killed seven other people-”
“And if that’s true, we’ll prove it. If you go after him like this, though, it’s just going to complicate the case even more. You need to make a decision, either get yourself under control, or you’re going to have to leave the room.”
The conversation is held in a hushed tone, the suspect’s main focus resting on the needle, Horatio taking it from him and sticking it in the Sharps container that’s mounted on the wall.
“Mr. Sullivan-”
“I’m not the man you’re looking for, I didn’t kill anyone.”
“Tell me what happened.”
Horatio hopes that the suspect will give them something to work with, something to prove or disprove what happened at the latest victim’s apartment. It’s not going to be that easy, though; he quickly realizes that when the suspect shakes his head.
“If I tell you, you’re just going to turn it around on me. I know how you people are. You believe what you want to, you arrest innocent people and lock them up because you’re incapable of doing your job.”
“With all due respect, withholding information isn’t going to help prove your innocence either. Right now we’ve got a witness that says you killed Josh Brenner, we’ve got evidence from your house. The only way we can consider you to be innocent is if you tell us what happened in that apartment.”
It’s obvious he doesn’t want to, but the restraints are starting to get to him, the images of what happened won’t go away.
“Whatever that guy told you, he’s lying. I broke into his house, I didn’t know anyone was there. I was going to rob the place. When I went into the bedroom, I found that guy on the bed; he was killing the other guy. I was going to run, but he attacked me. I didn’t kill anyone.”
“Can you explain the roll of wire or the shoebox we found at your house?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Horatio’s surprised to see the look of genuine confusion in the suspect’s eyes, the anger gone from his eyes as he tries to convince the CSIs of his innocence.
“Mr. Sullivan, have you ever been to Las Vegas?”
He doesn’t answer right away, looking between the two men standing next to him. He doesn’t know what answer they’re looking for, and he’s worried of what the truth will prove.
“I stayed with a friend in Vegas a few years back.”
Horatio’s silent, thinking about his next move before eventually nodding his head in the direction of the door, instructing Eric to follow him into the hallway.
“H, you don’t actually believe this guy, do you?”
“Eric, I believe whatever the evidence tells me.”
As he speaks, Horatio pulls out his phone and hits speed dial, waiting for a response from the other end.
“Calleigh, I need to know what you found out about Kyle Reynolds.”
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