The CSI team spent
most of the day going over
Torn as to what to do,
The detective hesitated
before walking up the steps to the front door and ringing the bell.
The tall detective took a moment to study the piercing eyes of the woman before her, unsure as to how she should approach the woman before simply asking to speak to the doctor. "May I speak to Dr. Cavanaugh, please?"
"I'm sorry, but the doctor is resting at the moment. Is there something I can do for you?"
Taken by surprise when the spunky woman flatly denied the request, the detective raised a solitary dark brow. "Well, no, I'm sorry there isn't, Ms ahhh I didn't catch your name."
gatekeeper, unmoved by
As the unintimidated
woman began to close the door,
An icy glare passed
between the two women, each dueling for control before the smaller woman finally released
a low growl and stepped out of the way, opening the door for the tense overstressed
detective to enter.
She turned towards the glaring woman becoming annoyed at her overbearing attitude. "Would you mind getting the Doctor for me?"
"Actually I would
but I can see that you aren't going to leave until I do." The woman turned quickly, retreating up the
Upon entering the master
A tear slid down
She assumed the feisty
woman downstairs must be Femur's veterinarian but still didn't understand the woman's
protective nature. Glancing around the small
A smile crossed
Understanding dawned on the detective as she dropped her hand to caress the short dark fur along Femur's flank. "I see. How are you holding up, and ummm, how's the ahhh bruise?" Concerned eyes watched as the doctor shrugged, another tear streaking down her cheek.
"I'm okay, now that
I know Femur will be alright." Frightened,
pain filled eyes looked back at the detective as she searched
The small blonde leaned
Releasing a frustrated sigh, the detective shook her head. "No. Nothing so far. I'm leaving in a few minutes to go back into the city. Maybe the search warrant we're serving on Langston will provide some useful information."
A noise from the bedroom
startled both women and
Satisfied that the intruder was preparing to leave, Nicole turned and walked out of the room leaving an angry detective and a sore, but grinning doctor in the closet. "She can be a little overbearing sometimes, but she means well."
"Humph, overbearing isn't quite the word I would use for that woman, Doctor."
A strong arm lifted the slender woman from the floor and into a warm embrace. "Can I call you later?"
The doctor gently nipped
A smile crossed
The doctor brushed her
Lieutenant Beaudry arrived just as
As with most domestic disputes the female involved had chosen to turn her anger towards the downed police officer and proceeded to beat him with the bloody baseball bat she had only seconds before been swinging at her spouse. It took the assisting officers several minutes to regain control and by the time the paramedics arrived, the Lieutenant was unconscious and lying in a large pool of his own blood.
As one of the officers
providing back up in the incident,
She shivered as she recalled the fear that had seized her heart as she sat beside Beaudry on the sidewalk holding his hand and whispering reassuringly into an unhearing ear applying pressure to his groin silently praying to a God to whom she seldom spoke pleading for the life of the man whose pulse she could feel under her fingertips hoping he wouldn't bleed out all the while listening impatiently for the approaching sirens.
Logan had paced the long
corridors while her commanding officer fought for his life beyond the doors of the surgery
suites. It was six excruciating hours later
when an obviously exhausted surgeon pushed her way through the doors and gave the
Lieutenant's family, friends and comrades in the crowded waiting room, the news that he
would survive. Only then, did
Hours later, she had sat on the front steps of her house, still in the same blood spattered clothes and released the pent up fear and emotions that she had held at bay for most of the night. The sobs were fierce and passionate, yet cleansing and as she allowed her emotions to take control for the first time since the call had come in.
During the Lieutenant's
recovery from the stab wound, broken arm and leg, a bond that neither of them truly
understood, yet it sealed their lives together.
Months of physical therapy followed the removal of the casts on his arm and leg and the agonizingly slow progress had worn on the Lieutenants usually tempered patience. Undeterred by the harsh, sometimes cruel demeanor of her commanding officer, Logan continued to push him to take one more step, complete one more leg or bench press, or walk one more mile, until the long months of agony turned into victory.
It was during that time,
the Lieutenant had also taken a personal interest in
"McGregor" The graying man leaned heavily against the side of the truck, unsuccessfully trying to hide the pain induced frown that shadowed his face. "Fill me in on what you have so far."
She reached over, opening the passenger door. "Take a load off pop and I'll do just that."
The truck dipped as the Lieutenant's heavy frame settled on the seat. Growling, he turned to the detective giving her his best intimidating glare. "If you ever call me that around the squad room and I'll buck you down to meter maid, you punk."
"Yeah, right. You couldn't live without me and you know it."
"Whatever, Mac. You give me more heartburn than all my ex-wives put together." The corners of his mouth turned up in a revealing smirk as he regarded the woman that was not only his best officer, but someone he had come to look upon as a daughter and a friend as well. "So get on with it, I don't have all day to fart around with you."
C.W. Langston sat stoically in the leather wingback chair at the head of the long mahogany conference table glaring at the three men and one woman. Even though Langston himself had personally overseen the electronics sweep of the conference room a few minutes earlier, he still hesitated at speaking of Thomas Peters' murder as a little known emotion swept over him. Fear was an emotion C.W Langston elicited in others, not one he himself was accustomed to experiencing and as he looked towards his daughter, the realization that even with all his power and influence, protecting Christine may not be something he had the power to do not now not after Thomas. "I have arranged to have a personal bodyguard assigned to each of you until this madness is over."
"C.W. exactly what is it we are supposed to do now, just sit and wait to be slaughtered like Peters?" Blue eyes swept the other faces circling the table for support. Christine Langston, although powerful in her own right had never once confronted the almighty Czar of Langston Development. Maybe someone should have. Then we wouldn't be sitting here fearing for our lives. Christine was shaken from her musings by a soft, yet confident voice beside her.
"I have no doubt you will be well protected with the guards I have arranged for you. Don't do anything stupid and you'll be safe." Making eye contact with his daughter, C.W. Langston raised a graying brow in challenge. "I think our time would be best spent trying to contain this situation before it gets any more complicated."
Running a hand through thinning hair, the CEO released a frustrated sigh. "The police and one particularly unruly detective are currently downstairs in my office rummaging through the acquisition records for the last five years." Lips curled in a smirk as he regarded Lester Donovan. "These people are cops and have no idea what they are looking at, so I wouldn't worry too much about them." Hard eyes turned towards Christine Langston. "What I do worry about is the McGregor woman. I have no persuasive evidence to use as a means of convincing her to go away; she is one of the hard ones clean and honest."
Cold eyes fueled by an even colder heart studied his daughter. "Find something anything, and if there is nothing to find, well then, create a little persuasion for me."
Unfeeling eyes held the senior Langston's as she slowly nodded. Years of being moved around the corporate chessboard as a pawn to further her father's career and power had forced Christine Langston to hide her emotions well. No one knew her true thoughts and feelings with regards to the man she called her father and the development corporation and no one would until she was ready to let them see the real Christine, the woman that she herself had thought for years was buried away, never to be discovered.
The Judge signing the search warrant had provided a broad scope in which to work, allowing the search and seizure of past and current records, computers, and financial statements along with any personal property or information pertaining to any of the involved executives that was included in the personnel files.
A long time adversary of C W Langston's, the Judge silently relished the thought of being able to fight the man in the legal arena as the long arm of the law and it's often vague interpretations provided the weapons. The detective had used her knowledge of the animosity between the two powerful men as a weapon of her own to fight the hidden powers within the police force that bent under C W Langston's pressure and tried to hinder her investigation.
A smile crossed her face as the powerful man himself walked into the room and began bellowing orders to uninterested officers as they made their way through the catacomb hallways with corporate records towards a line of waiting vans below. Blazing eyes pierced hers as Langston stormed towards her, his face red and his nostrils flaring in uncontrolled anger. "You will not come into my offices and disrupt my business. I want every one of those cases placed back where you found them and not a single record disturbed. Am I making myself clear officer?"
She pressed past the irate man and heard him swear as she headed towards the door. "You can not just come in here and disrupt my office. I will see to it personally that you and your superior are reprimanded for this outrageous behavior, young lady."
The tall, dark detective stopped and turned towards Langston. "You go right ahead and try Mr. Langston and I promise you, I will have you and your cronies arrested for hindering my investigation, withholding and tampering with evidence in a felony investigation, as well as any thing else I can come up with." Smiling she held the older man's eyes until he finally looked away. "I suggest you co-operate Mr. Langston, or else you may find yourself in less than accommodating quarters." She turned and walked out of the office as a pale face watched her retreat.
Langston stood frozen as the detective disappeared through the doorway, his mind spinning through the different possible scenarios. Quickly walking behind the desk, he lifted the phone to his ear and punched in the familiar number, waiting for an answer on the other end of the line. After several rings, a voice broke into his thoughts. "This woman is going to be harder to contain than I previously thought. Come up with something on your end and put it in motion. If we can't stop her outright, maybe we can throw enough bullshit at her she won't have time to concern herself with us."
The CEO, After slamming the phone down, made his way down the hall and towards the elevators on his way to the one person he knew would never let him down. As the elegant private car ascended the high-rise to the penthouse, C W Langston's thoughts traveled back to the events of the last five years. One of the brightest moments in his career had been when the Strip District restoration project had become a reality, but he realized it would all be for naught if the nosy detective poking through the corporate files stumbled across his darkest secrets.
Without knocking, C W entered the plush office and sat uninvited in a chair before the petit blonde-haired woman, impatiently waiting for her to complete her phone call. Before the phone was barely on the base he impatiently snapped, "It's time we made some other arrangements in regards to the problem at hand, my dear."
Christine sighed as she regarded her father. "I wish there was some other way, C.W."
"There isn't." His eyes bore into those of his daughter. "I can't afford these distractions Christine and neither can you. It's time to cut our losses and move on."
The senior Langston stood as his daughter sadly watched the slow and unsure movements of the man she had always admired and emulated. The once mighty and powerful C. W. Langston was now a fading nova, slowly withering away after long years of being the brightest, richest and most powerful man in the city. "I know, Daddy. I'll take care of everything, I promise." She watched as her father quietly closed the door contemplating her options before reaching into her briefcase for the personal cell. Some things you just don't need to know, Daddy.
The slim blonde made her way through the crowded halls of Langston development acknowledging each employee she passed by name. The first item on her agenda when coming into the company was to become acquainted with as many of the employees as possible. Experience had taught her that friends were always useful and beneficial in times of needed support Her father had thought it a waste of valuable time, never having learned the names of anyone under the ranks of vice president, except his secretary, who for many years was also his wife.
Walking quickly towards the door, she slipped the slim phone into the pocket of her blazer and made her way out of the building. Several blocks later, after finding a quiet, secluded place to sit, she removed the phone from her pocket and glanced around once more before press the numbers she knew from memory. Waiting for the phone to be answered on the other end, a small smile crossed her lips at the memory of the first time she had dialed the number. The familiar voice on the other end broke through her musing and the smile faded as quickly as it had appeared. "Hey baby, it's me. I need you to set up that meeting we've been discussing and make it as soon as possible. This is getting out of hand."
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