I suck with titles, but here's a story...

[dovesong]

Hello again, Chickies. You guys were so great to read my last story under Okay here goes...., and said such great things, that I'd thought I'd try again. Let me know what you think of this start....
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(This follows the episode Spin Dry, and Jinny's return from Rehab. It is the Monday following her first week, after JInny an dMagda cracked the case of Precious Doe and busted the Honduran drug lords (whatever) for her parents' and her murder. Jinny walks into the Division glumly and sits down.)

Magda: Boy, you are in a bad mood.

Jinny: (looks up, displeased) Thank you for noticing.

Magda: (throws hands up) Okay, I get the point.

Nate: (walks in, paper under his arm. Throws paper on desk) Good morning all.

(CD, Magda, and Jinny just look at him, saying nothing.)

CD: Nate. this is Inspector Exstead, Magda's partner. This is Nate, my new partner.

Nate: (shaking hands) Hi. Nice to meet you.

Jinny: Pleasure. And it's Jinny.

Nate: So you're Magda's new partner, huh? Here I just thought Magda worked alone cause she could handle herself better than the rest of us.

Magda: (giving Nate a hard stare, but smiling) Jinny's not my new parnter. She's my partner. She's been (pause) on a vacation, of sorts.

Jinny: Yeah, (laughs sarcastically, turns away, hand to face) I would call where I've been the vacation spot of the decade.

(Nate looks to CD curiously. CD shakes her head and m ouths the word, 'later.' Captain Kaitlyn McCafferty walks out of her office, case files in her hand.)

Kate: Okay, here we go. Jinny, Magda, there's a body on a boat down at the dock. Medical Examiner is there waiting for you.

Jinny: (taking the file) Any leads?

Kate: (shakes her head) Owner's were getting read to shove off for a day of fun in the sun. That's all I got. Check it out, let me know. (Jinny and Magda walk out) CD, Nate, 321 Nutter Street. Looks to be a suicide; note and everything. Parent refuse to believe it. Wants it investigated. Says that she and her boyfriend had a pretty good fight in front of the high school the other day; they think maybe he killed her. Won't hurt to question him, maybe scare him a little. (CD and Nate both reach for the file. Nate turns loose, smiling at CD. Kate just looks at them, and turns back to her office.)

(Jinny and Magda are in the car on their way to the crime scene. Both have been quiet.)

Magda: Any luck finding a new sponsor?

Jinny: Um, yeah. I called Dusty back. he's agreed to carry me. Still thinks I'm a loser though, but...

Magda: (interrupts) And you're gonna let him talk to you like that? What gives him the right to...

Jinny: I don't know, Mag. Maybe, maybe he sees something in me that I can't see. He's probably right, Magda. I think about it constantly. I mean, how many bars have we passed driving down here? Do you know how many? Do you?

Magda: No, but, Jin...

Jinny: Seven. (pauses, points out the window) Eight. I can't go anywhere or do anything without passing it up. I can't even go into a convenience store and buya soda or water, withough passing up the alcohol. It's everywhere, Mag. It's proving to be stronger than I am. I just don't know if I can fight this for the rest of my life. So, yes. He has every right to call me a loser.

Magda: Well, then, you're just going to have to prove him wrong.

Jinny: That's easy for you to say. (Jinny parks the car and opens her door) Come on. Let's get this over with.

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Well, that's it for now, gotta get the young'un off to school and get ready to face the real world and work.

[sue z q]

Oooooooo, great start! You write so well, can't wait for more!

[Babes_Cat]

MICHELLE! YAY! LOVE IT SO FAR! Don't I know the story idea though? Hehe... whatever MORE PLEASE!

[Divisionbabe05]

This is great so far chik...write more soon!

[Esperanza]

This is so great so far!!! You're an awesome writer and I can't wait to read more!!!

[dovesong]

Well, here's the second part of my story. This one will probably go a lot slower, because I have less written on it than I did the first story. I'm still not completely certain where this fic is going. I have an interesting proposition to post for you later; keep looking for it in an upcoming post. Hope you enjoy.............

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(Jinny and Magda walk to the dock and show their badges to the officers standing outside the yellow tape. They log Jinny & Magda’s names into their record books and allow them to pass. Jinny walks up to the boat, and finds the Medical Examiner bent over the body in question. )

Jinny: What’s up doc?

ME: Hey, Jinny. It’s good to see you again. I was on vacation last week. I heard I’d missed you. How’s it going? I missed you.

Jinny: Thanks, Stephen. It’s going all right. What have you got for us?

Stephen: Well. Female, Jane Doe; 18-22 years of age; clothes disheveled, I’d say she was raped, we’ll test for semen at the office. There are several bruises along the upper body, probably from a struggle with the assailant. Her throat was cut and there are several stab wounds to the trunk of the body, which I‘m sure we‘ll find hit several vital organs. Prompt medical attention could probably have saved her life. I’d say she bled to death. Time of death, approximately 10 hours ago, which would put time of death at about midnight, incidents leading up to this, a couple hours prior; between seven and nine. No personal affects; no ID. Owners of the boat are inside, along with the Super.

Magda: (noticing that Jinny is again struggling with the sight of death) Great, thanks. Let us know the results of the tests.

(Jinny and Magda walk away, toward the office Stephen had indicated. They knock and walk in.)

Magda: Hi. I’m Inspector Ramirez, this is Inspector Exstead (show badges), who owns that boat? (A man stands up, the woman beside him is in tears)

Man: My wife and I own that boat. My name is James Warner. This is my wife Alexis.

Magda: Do you know that girl out there?

JW: No. I’ve never seen her before.

Magda: How long has your boat been docked here, Mr. Warner?

JW: We’ve docked our boat here now for three years.

Magda: You the only ones that use your boat? Do you loan it to others?

JW: We have a few friends that use it occasionally. They always call and ask first, because we use it quite often. Nobody has asked for it for I’d say a month or so.

Magda: When was the last time you used it?

JW: Last weekend. My daughter wanted to have her birthday party under the bridge.

Magda: How old was you’re daughter? Could this be one of her friends?

AW: No, (shaking her head) Jennifer is only 13.

Jinny: Your friends, we’ll need their names. We’ll need to question them, as well. Do they have keys to the boat? Or do they have to pick up a key from you first?

JW: We have one friend who has his own key. He likes to entertain his lady friends with moonlight boat rides. But he always calls us first. He wouldn’t do anything like this, I’m sure of it.

Jinny: Yeah, well, we’ll need his name. We’ll also need to know your whereabouts for last night.

JW: What? You can’t be serious. There’s a dead body on my boat, I did it, and then I’d bring my wife down here so she could see it? (wife cries harder) This is absurd! I want your name again.

Jinny: It’s Exstead. E-X-S-T-E-A-D and nobody’s making accusations. I’ve been in this business for nine years, it wouldn’t be the sickest thing I’ve seen. All grounds have to be covered. You would appreciate that if that were your wife, or sister, or daughter laying out there.

JW: (sighs, calming down) You’re right. I’m sorry. My wife and I had reservation at the (any local, fancy restaurant).

Magda: What time were your reservations? And what time did you leave?

JW: Our reservations were for eight. I had meetings yesterday at the office until then. We met and ate. We probably left at about nine thirty or ten. Went to the bar on the corner of Eastbrook and Wellington, we met some friends there, and had a few drinks.

Jinny: I’m assuming your office can vouch for the meetings? What time did you leave the bar?

JW: Yes, they can. I work at Campbell and Associates, it’s an accounting firm. We were at the bar until probably one this morning. Went home, went to bed. Got up and came here.

(Jinny nods. She reviews the notes that she had taken in her black book. She hands Mr. Warner a pen and a piece of paper she picked up off of the desk in the office.)

Jinny: I need those names now.

JW: (nods, accepting the paper. Writes down some names and numbers, hands the paper back)

Jinny: Thank you. You’re free to go now. You’ll need to come to the station within the next 48 hours to make a formal statement. I apologize for any inconveniences. Here’s my card if you think of anything else. We’ll be in touch. (Jinny turns to look at the last gentleman in the room) You the Super?
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Well....goodnight all. or as my daughter would say.....
Merry Christmas to all and goodnight too.

[Babes_Cat]

MORE PLEASE! I LOVE IT!

[Esperanza]

I love it so much!!! Keep going, and add more ASAP!!!!

[Divisionbabe05]

ooooo girl I need more! This is awesome!

[NewsiesGurl229]

more please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[FOL_lover]

this is soooooo good!!!!! i read ur other 1...it was great2!!! cant wait 4 more!!!!!

[dovesong]

Well, there is really life out there, what'da'ya'know. Well, here's a little more of my story.....You guys are so great and say such great things, a person could get a big head......

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(CD and Nate arrive at the scene of the crime they are investigating. They knock on the door of a small house and are let in by a police officer. The officer leads them into the living room where a man and woman sit on the couch crying. They show their badges and make introductions, then excuse themselves to view the crime scene. The body had been removed, so CD and Nate explored the victim’s room. They both put on gloves. CD picked up the note that had been written on a piece of paper. She handed it to Nate to inspect. He looks at it and places it in a bag that is being held open by the officer who led them to the room.)

CD: So, what do you think?

Nate: (looks at the paper) I’m not an expert on handwriting.

(CD picks up a diary off of the small desk in the room, it’s locked. CD looks around and finds a small jewelry box on the night stand by the bed. She opens the jewelry box and lifts the bottom out of it. She hold up the key and winks at Nate, who is standing in awe.)

Nate: (smiling) I’m impressed.

CD: (returns his smile) So you should be.

(CD opens the diary and leafs through a couple of pages. She shakes her head. Holds the book open to a page for Nate to look at. He looks at it, but looks at CD questioningly.)

CD: The suicide not was written hurriedly, but then, I think this was too, and it is much different. It’s a possibility that they could have been written by different people.

(CD and Nate continue to look around the room. CD picks up a picture of a girl and a boy sitting on a porch swing, arm in arm, smiling. She again hands it to the officer to place in another bag, and continues around the room. Nate calls for CD to join him by the bed. When she is there, he picks up a glass that was there. He tilts the glass so that CD can see into it. Settled in the bottom of the glass is a white substance.)

Nate: Guesses?

CD: (shrugs) Could be anything.

Nate: Could be. Now tell me you honestly believe that. (CD just smiles at him)

(CD motions for the officer to take this item, too. They walk around the room and collect a few other things of interest and return to the living room to question the parents.)

CD: Mr. and Mrs. ...(pauses, she never learned their names)

Man: Hopkins. I’m Samuel, this is my wife, Sarah.

CD: And you’re the parents of, ...what was her name again?

Sam: Ashleigh. (pausing, looking distant) Ashleigh Machele. (tears begin to stream down his face)

CD: (takes a deep breath) And you’re certain, sir, that your daughter wouldn’t kill herself. Can you explain why you feel this way?

Sam: No. Ashleigh would never kill herself. She had a good life. She was popular at school, she was head cheerleader. She made straight A’s and was a member of the honor society. She had a scholarship to Harvard Medical School. She went to church regularly and helped out at the homeless shelter when she could. She had a heart of gold. Every time she came back from the shelter, she’d sit in her room and cry. No. Some one else did this to her. Probably that no count boyfriend of hers. He was always hanging around. Wanting to know where she was and when she was coming home. She couldn’t go anywhere, even with us without him knowing about it. I went to pick her up one day last week from school and she was outside waiting for me. I pulled up and there they were, standing in the middle of the parking lot, screaming at each other. She turned to leave and he grabbed her arm. I got out of the car and told him that he wouldn‘t treat my daughter like that, and he just cussed me and walked of. He did this to her. I know it.

CD: What’s this boyfriend’s name?

Sam: Jeffrey. Jeffrey Kingsley. Star football player. Grade A number one jerk, if you ask me.

Nate: Did Ashleigh tell you what they were fighting about?

Sam: She said that they were fighting about the Spring dance. She was asked to work at the shelter that Saturday and he was mad because she wouldn’t cancel and go to the dance with him. She mentors for several smaller children at the shelter. She takes them to the park, or helps them with their homework or takes them for ice cream, or just listens to them talk about their problems. She loved those little girls, and they loved her. God, they’re going to be so heart-broken when they find out. (Mrs. Hopkins had been sitting quietly, almost in a daze until this point. She broke down, sobbing uncontrollably now)

CD: I’m truly sorry for your loss. I just have a couple of quick questions for you, and we’ll leave. This diary was in your daughter’s room, I can assume it belongs to her, not one of her friends, right?

Sarah: Yes, (nodding, through her sobs) I bought it for her last Christmas.

CD: May we take it? We’d like to ask a psychologist to go through it and we’d also like to use it to compare Ashleigh’s handwriting with the suicide note’s. We’ll return it. Also, is this Jeffrey in the picture with Ashleigh?

Sam: Yes, you can take anything you want, and yes, that is Jeffrey.

CD: Great. we’ll go now. Thank you for your time. If you can think of anything else that you think might be helpful, call us. (getting up to leave) We’ll be in touch.

(Jinny closes the door behind the Warner’s as they leave and then turns back to the dock supervisor. He’s sitting at his desk. Jinny sits on his desk and stares at him for a few minutes.)

Super: Yes, I’m the owner of this dock. My name is Frank Sitz.

Magda: How long you owned this place?

Sitz: Two years. I inherited it from my dad when he died.

Magda: Is there someone here all the time? I mean, a security guard or something? Or do people just come and go as they please, or what?

Sitz: I do staff a couple of security guards, for nights and weekends and for days that I take off.
Magda: Mr. Sitz, how do you run this business? Do you keep a record of who comes in a takes a boat out?

Sitz: Yes. We ask that they sign a sheet each time they come in and take their boats out of dock. This way, there’s a record of it. We get to know people, like the Warner’s, who come in frequently and we don’t always make them sign for their own property. They do have to provide us with a list of persons who can take their property out of dock and we follow that closely. We’re responsible for those boats out there. If one is stolen, then it’s my butt on the line.

Jinny: So there should be a record of someone being on that boat last night?

Sitz: (gets up and gets a book from behind him) There should be a record of someone being on that boat. Unless it was Mr. Warner, of course. Like I said, we get to know the owners and they don’t always fool with the paperwork.

Jinny: What about his friend? (Jinny looks at the paper Warner provided her) This Brian Webb? He always sign that book? Or was he on friendly terms with you as well?

Sitz: If they don’t personally own the boat, it doesn’t matter how well we know them, they HAVE to sign the books. (opens the book to the last used page) There are no signatures for this boat, since last weekend and that was Mr. Warner’s signature. and Mr. Webb’s last signature was (turns back a few pages, shows Jinny the book) three weeks ago, on a Friday night.

Jinny: Thank you. You’ll have to come to the station within the next 48 hours to make an official statement, as well. We’ll be in touch.

(Jinny and Magda return to the car and Jinny sits there for sometime staring back down toward the dock at the flurry of activity there. The body was now being removed from the boat. Magda watched Jinny for quite a while before finally speaking; scaring Jinny.)

Jinny: What Mag? Jeeze.

Magda: I asked if you were all right. You look kinda pale. You want me to drive?

Jinny: No. I’ll be fine...I’m fine. (changes the subject) We should stop by that restaurant and check the Warners’ alibi with Maitre De, on the way back to the station. (pulls out onto the road)

Magda: You know, Jin, give me a chance. I know you’re mad at me, but please...

Jinny: Mag, look, I...

Magda: No, Jinny, you look. We used to be able to talk to each other. I want to be there for you. With Gabriel and everything, I need someone right now, too.

Jinny: Fine. Let’s talk about you, Magda. Let’s talk about how screwed up your life is for a change, okay? Just get off mine for a while.

Magda: (angry) Okay, fine Jinny. Just forget it.

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That's all for now, let me know what you think.

[Babes_Cat]

I think..... I think.... I think...

I THINK I LOVE IT!

MORE PLEASE!

[FOL_lover]

i like it, i love it, i want some more of it....oh lord. sry that song has been stuck in my heaad all day 4 no apparent reason but anyway...please post more soon!!

[dovesong]

Thanks for that. I'm gonna go to work singing that song, and then they're all gonna kill me...........
I told Caitlin that I'd post more before I went to work, so thanks Caitlin for you advice and here's more just for you..........(okay, everyone else can read it tooo, I don't want to hear you whining all night, cause WHINERS GO TO BED IN MY HOUSE!)

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(Jinny and Magda rode in silence back to the restaurant. Both were lost their own thoughts. Both were feeling guilty and felt they should apologize. Both were also too stubborn to be the first to do it. Jinny stops the car across the street from the restaurant. She and Magda get out and walk inside. It’s lunchtime and they are very busy. Jinny and Magda walk up to the Maitre de.)

Jinny: Excuse me.

Maitre: Do you have reservations?

Jinny: We’re looking for the Manager.

Maitre: I’m sorry, we’re terribly busy right now, if you don’t have...(sees Jinny’s badge) I’ll see if I can locate him for you.

Jinny: Thanks. You’re a peach. (Maitre de walks off, is gone several minutes, returns with another man)

Man: I’m Paul Smith, the general manager, can I help you with something?

Jinny: (shows badge again) I’m Inspector Exstead, this is Inspector Ramirez. We need to confirm the whereabouts of a Mr. & Mrs. James Warner for last night. Can you confirm the fact that they had reservations here last night?

PS: (looks at his books for the previous night) Yes. They were here. (shows Jinny and Magda the book)

Jinny: Party of five? He never mentioned anyone else. Who were the others, do you know?

PS: Yes, they’re here frequently. He mentioned something about meeting his son’s fiance. The fifth was probably his daughter.

Magda: Son? He never mentioned a son, either.

Jinny: I’ll bet the son has keys.

PS: Are they a suspect in something?

Jinny: Suspect? No, not at all.

PS: Will there be anything else? I’m really sorry, but I’m in the middle of an inventory order that needs to go out in two hours.

Magda: That’s all, thank you.

(The two are turning to leave when Jinny spots a familiar face at a table across the room. Magda is forced to stop before she runs over Jinny. She starts to question Jinny, but instead follows Jinny gaze. Sitting across the room is Theodore Blumenthal, Jinny’s ex-boyfriend. He is apparently in the middle of a business meeting. He never notices Jinny and Jinny turns to leave.)

Magda: (outside) Have you talked to him since you came back?

Jinny: No. Haven’t even seen him.

Magda: Maybe you should.

Jinny: Yeah, well, Maybe (pauses to get in the car, when both are settled in car) you should give Gabriel an answer.

Magda: I gave him an answer. I’m just not sure I’m ready yet.

Jinny: (laughs out loud) That’s not an answer. That’s a short rope. The guy could be out doing it with another girl, living the high life, being happy, but no. He’s waiting on an answer from you. I think you enjoy the fact that he’s strung on your every move; every word. If you’re not going to marry him, just tell him, so that he can at least find someone else and be happy. I think you’re afraid he’ll find someone else and be happy, and Ben will have another mother out there competing for his love. That’s why you’re not giving him an answer.

Magda: (not laughing) That’s not funny, Jinny.

Jinny: That’s not meant to be funny, Mag. At least there’s a finality between Theodore and me. There’s closure. He knows it’s over.

Magda: He knows it over, but did you stop and think, when you broke up with him, that maybe he didn’t want it be over? Did you stop and think that you didn’t want to break up with him?

Jinny: I didn’t?
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Well, gotta get ready for the real world again, folks.