CSI:NY fic: Bardverse

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I'm trying to make myself write at least a little bit of Bardverse every week -- just a snapshot, probably all post-Bloody Sunday. This one takes place shortly before "Drought."



When his phone rang sometime around three in the morning, Mac had enough time to say, "Detective Tay --" before Angell's voice cut him off.

"D.J. Pratt's dead," she said. "I'd cry, but I somehow can't bring myself to care. Funny how that works, isn't it?"

"Where?" Mac said, sitting up. He'd drifted off on top of a pile of job appications, possible new CSIs to replace Aiden. As far as homicide liaisons went, he was already covered. He'd seen to that even before Flack's transfer papers crossed his desk.

Angell gave him the address. "I wouldn't have bothered you, only you said anything involving Pratt be rerouted to you immediately. Lindsay and Hawkes are already on the scene."

"I'll be there as soon as possible," MAc assured her. After she'd hung up, he dialed another number, listening to the line ring once, twice, three times before the other end picked up and Stella said groggily, "Yeah?"

"Stella, I need you to take a couple uniforms and pick up Aiden Burn for murder."

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"Stella?" Aiden said uncomprehendingly, staring at her. She was in pajama pants and a long-sleeved Barnard t-shirt, thick black hair in tangles around her face. Stella wasn't looking deliberately, but she couldn't help noticing that Aiden had one hand behind the doorframe, out of sight.

"You're under arrest," Stella said finally, after Aiden had stared at her for a good two minutes, waiting.

Aiden's eyebrows flew upward and her chin lowered slightly. "What?"

"Turn around and put your hands behind your back, "Stella said, taking her cuffs off her hip.

"For what?" She put her gun down on the small table by the door -- "That's loaded, Detective," she added coldly, nodding towards it. "You have a charge?"

"The murder of D.J. Pratt. You have the right to remain silent --"

"That bastard's dead?" Aiden said, glancing over her shoulder. "Good." She took in the uniforms Stella'd brought with her, eyebrows still raised. "And obviously I'm Mac's first suspect. You can tell him he can go to hell."

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[limmenel.livejournal.com]

GLEE. Oh, this makes me far happier then it should. Mac is such an asshole, and Stella is kind-of a jerk for going along with it, although I guess orders are orders. And yet, I suspect that Aiden totally didn't do it... hm... :D

Man, I hope Mac gets some serious karma backlash for this.

[(Anonymous)]

I like this. Especially Angell and Aiden's reactions. :)