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tamingthemuseTitle: Elevate
Fandom: Original
Words: 709
Warnings: Murder scene ahead, but a clean one (and probably inacurate with the hypothesis but well, I'm not a profiler or anything).
Rating: PG13
Claimer: All mine !
Prompt #434 Elevate
The second she stepped on the crime scene, she knew she had already seen something like that before. She just couldn't quite pinpoint what, or where, and definitely not when.
"Pretty unusual, isn't it?" Marcus volunteered, casually walking to her as if they weren't lead on a murder case. As if they weren't on the crime scene of said murder case. It was fine by her; it was better than an overly emotional rookie. As far as partners went, Marcus wasn't that bad.
She casted him a glance, the eyebrow slightly raised, before putting her eyes back on the victim. "You don't say", she commented in a breath.
The scene wasn't exceptional in a gruesome way, and Detective Holly Blackwater had seen a lot worse during this lifetime and others. The body was actually quite neat, if clearly dead: no blood spatters were spoiling the woman's pale skin, no traces of struggle were disturbing her attire. Her hair was well-kept, the soft curl shining under sunlight, and her eyes were closed. She would have to check it, of course, but she doubted any member of the police already on the scene would have made the mistake to close them before the lead's arrival. It was the murder's idea, and it was telling a story in itself, one Holly had heard before.
What she hadn't already witnessed, despite the nagging feeling of déjà-vu that wasn't going away, was the way the body was hanging from the railing of the second floor, basking in the light was of the sunset filtering through the lobby's all-glass front wall. It would be beautiful if the center of the art wasn't a dead body. Whoever had put that poor woman up there was clearly going for a spectacular discovery.
Getting closer to the buzzing crowd of experts working around the crime scene, Marcus on her heels, Holly caught the attention of a photographer looking almost too young to be working there, whose face she didn't recognize. Probably a product of the most recent recruiting wave in the forensic service.
"Show me the pictures you've got", she asked without intoducing herself, letting her badge do the talking. She liked the new ones to know early on she was there for business, not small talk. It saved her a lot of time and brain space.
The young man turned the small screen at the back of his professional camera toward her without taking the safety strap off his neck. Holly mentally rolled her eyes but managed to keep herself from lecturing the man. Her eyes met Marcus', and she saw amusement on her partner's face. He knew her enough by now to know she was annoyed at not having her way, even in as small a matter as camera-holding.
"I've been taking pictures from every corner of the lobby, using semi-circle references. I've begun on the right corner (he pointed it briefly) against the front wall, and I've been doing semi-circles three feet apart. You'll have a panoramic view of the body from different distance, just in case."
He looked up from the screen, where he was making pictures pass before their eyes, and pointed at two other technicians, one of them carrying a camera stuck on a pole: "Freddie and Serena are taking care of proximity pictures. We'll notify you when we're done."
"Good job. Have this ready for ASAP", Holly said to the young man, who smiled smugly and went back to work. She figured it had to be gratifying to deliver a perfect report for your debut on a crme scene.
"It sure is worth all the pics", Marcus commented as they were taking a few steps back, to have another look at the montage the murderer had made. "Whoever did this made sure it had a certain ... artistic flair. It could be ritualistic, or a reference to something. A painting, maybe, or -"
"I know where I've seen this before", Holly interrupted him suddenly, the original view coming finally to her mind. "It is similar to a Christ statue in a small Italian church. Maybe it's not related to that particular church, but I'll bet we have some kind of religious delusion here."
"Oh great, my favorite ones", Marcus added grimly.
Fandom: Original
Words: 709
Warnings: Murder scene ahead, but a clean one (and probably inacurate with the hypothesis but well, I'm not a profiler or anything).
Rating: PG13
Claimer: All mine !
Prompt #434 Elevate
The second she stepped on the crime scene, she knew she had already seen something like that before. She just couldn't quite pinpoint what, or where, and definitely not when.
"Pretty unusual, isn't it?" Marcus volunteered, casually walking to her as if they weren't lead on a murder case. As if they weren't on the crime scene of said murder case. It was fine by her; it was better than an overly emotional rookie. As far as partners went, Marcus wasn't that bad.
She casted him a glance, the eyebrow slightly raised, before putting her eyes back on the victim. "You don't say", she commented in a breath.
The scene wasn't exceptional in a gruesome way, and Detective Holly Blackwater had seen a lot worse during this lifetime and others. The body was actually quite neat, if clearly dead: no blood spatters were spoiling the woman's pale skin, no traces of struggle were disturbing her attire. Her hair was well-kept, the soft curl shining under sunlight, and her eyes were closed. She would have to check it, of course, but she doubted any member of the police already on the scene would have made the mistake to close them before the lead's arrival. It was the murder's idea, and it was telling a story in itself, one Holly had heard before.
What she hadn't already witnessed, despite the nagging feeling of déjà-vu that wasn't going away, was the way the body was hanging from the railing of the second floor, basking in the light was of the sunset filtering through the lobby's all-glass front wall. It would be beautiful if the center of the art wasn't a dead body. Whoever had put that poor woman up there was clearly going for a spectacular discovery.
Getting closer to the buzzing crowd of experts working around the crime scene, Marcus on her heels, Holly caught the attention of a photographer looking almost too young to be working there, whose face she didn't recognize. Probably a product of the most recent recruiting wave in the forensic service.
"Show me the pictures you've got", she asked without intoducing herself, letting her badge do the talking. She liked the new ones to know early on she was there for business, not small talk. It saved her a lot of time and brain space.
The young man turned the small screen at the back of his professional camera toward her without taking the safety strap off his neck. Holly mentally rolled her eyes but managed to keep herself from lecturing the man. Her eyes met Marcus', and she saw amusement on her partner's face. He knew her enough by now to know she was annoyed at not having her way, even in as small a matter as camera-holding.
"I've been taking pictures from every corner of the lobby, using semi-circle references. I've begun on the right corner (he pointed it briefly) against the front wall, and I've been doing semi-circles three feet apart. You'll have a panoramic view of the body from different distance, just in case."
He looked up from the screen, where he was making pictures pass before their eyes, and pointed at two other technicians, one of them carrying a camera stuck on a pole: "Freddie and Serena are taking care of proximity pictures. We'll notify you when we're done."
"Good job. Have this ready for ASAP", Holly said to the young man, who smiled smugly and went back to work. She figured it had to be gratifying to deliver a perfect report for your debut on a crme scene.
"It sure is worth all the pics", Marcus commented as they were taking a few steps back, to have another look at the montage the murderer had made. "Whoever did this made sure it had a certain ... artistic flair. It could be ritualistic, or a reference to something. A painting, maybe, or -"
"I know where I've seen this before", Holly interrupted him suddenly, the original view coming finally to her mind. "It is similar to a Christ statue in a small Italian church. Maybe it's not related to that particular church, but I'll bet we have some kind of religious delusion here."
"Oh great, my favorite ones", Marcus added grimly.
