Ok I don't own LOCI Characters and this is fiction and all the yada yada, I am suppose to say. This came to me partly in a dream once and decided to elaborate on it. Hope you like it, want to thank Spook for going over it for me. Never thought I would try this, I hated writing in school. Oh and spook I added a few lines, I had forgot some important evidence, lol.


Chapter I

The Crime

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Sunday Night May 4

Wainscott Studio

Manhattan



"I am so sorry for the secrecy, Marcus; I wish I could explain, but it's best not to," she said.



"That's ok, the finished product is worth it, but it's a shame, that I can't tell anyone it's you, you're so beautiful," he brushed her cheek with his hand as he said this to her, and she pulled away.



"I appreciate it, but with smoke, mirrors and a dark room, anyone can look great, and remember we did this for a good cause and it's strictly professional," she asserted.



"Well, we will see, are you ready to see the finished product?" he said arrogantly.



"That's what we are here for," she said, trying not to sound sarcastic. Trying to remember what she was taught growing up, try to see the good in all people. She grasped her crucifix and her St. Nicholas medal, which was given to her at age 10.



Marcus unveiled the large photographs he had taken of her; she took a step back, and didn't realize he was standing behind her.



"Oh my, they look beautiful, you're very talented Marcus, the way you have the halo effect, and I almost look like an angel."



He put his arms around her waist "You are just like an angel and I have had many, but never an angel."



"Let go of me, what are you doing?!" she said as she struggled to get away. She scratched the side of his face. But he just laughed.



"Oh, maybe there is a little devil in you too!"



He pushed her up against the wall and started to move his hand up her thigh to lower her panties, and she bit him hard on the shoulder.



Now he was mad, "You Bitch!" he punched her in the face.



Then a sound came from behind. That made Marcus stop and turn around. A man with a handgun pointed at him.



"Sorry, didn't know I would be breaking up a party." The man laughed.



"What the hell you want!" yelled Marcus.



"Oh, thank God, please help me! "cried the woman.



"I heard you keep lots of money around, I was here to get that, but walked in on this instead. So where's the money?" demanded the man.



"Ok, if I give you the money, then you will just leave?"



"Sure."



Marcus walked over to his desk, and unlocked his safe and handed over the $5000 that he kept there.



"Ok, now leave."



"Please, help me, don't leave!" begged the woman.



"Sorry Hun, money is more important," he said as he turned to leave. "But this guy is just an ass and will probably call the cops tomorrow," he shot Marcus in the head...



"Oh thank you so much," said the woman, "He was going to rape me."



"Well Hun, let's see how thankful you are." he answered, as he walked over, and started to finish what Marcus had begun. She began to pray and fight him off. He hit her over the head with his gun and she passed out.


"Now let's get down to business," he laughed, but then, he fell down unconscious, too.



Monday Morning

Major Case Squad Room

One Police Plaza



"Eames, Goren in my Office," called Ross.



"Yes Captain," said Eames.



"I need you two to go to the Wainscott Studio. Marcus Wainscott was found dead last night, the Mayor wants Major Case on this, he is a prominent photographer. Keep me posted on this," said Ross.



"Ok, Captain," said Eames.



Goren and Eames walked out Ross' office and headed to the parking garage.



"Wow, Wainscott shot, wonder if it was one of his model's boyfriends, he has a reputation of sleeping with his models." said Eames.



"His pictures have been posted in a lot of magazines and sell for a lot of money, robbery could be a motive too." said Goren.



"Well, guess we will have to wait and see," said Eames.





Still Monday Morning

Wainscott Studio

Manhattan





Detective Morgan was on-scene.



"Detectives Eames and Goren, Major Case, what do you have?" asked Eames.



"Marcus Wainscott, famous photographer dead from 9mm gunshot wound to the head. Scratches to the face, bite mark to the right shoulder, safe open and empty, his manager says he usually keeps $5000 cash in there. We have a pipe with blood on it, but no signs of the victim being hit with a pipe, also we have blood on the far wall, but his body is on the other side of the room. CSU is taking blood samples from all spots to compare; they might be from the perp. Also, someone slashed these photos; the manager doesn't know who the model was for these photos." Morgan took a deep breath. "And that's what we have so far."



"Very good, Detective Morgan" said Eames.



Eames looked over to get Goren's opinion, but he was looking at the photos of the woman that were slashed.



"Bobby, something wrong?"



But he didn't hear her, he was mesmerized by the eyes in these pictures, they were dark blue, it was like you could see into her soul. He tried to fix one of them, so he could get a better look..



"An Angel," he whispered.



"What Bobby, you ok?"



"Huh? Yeah, something's not right here, I think we're looking at more than one crime, I need to talk to the manager."



Walking over to the manager something caught Goren's eye, a chain, with a crucifix and a medal.

"You find something?" asked Eames

"Yes, a cross and a St. Nicholas Medal, he is the patron saint of Children, probably given to the woman as a child for protection" said Goren

"Well doesn't look like it worked last night" said Eames

"Well her body isn't here, so maybe it did, lets talk to the Manager"



"So you're the office manager?" asked Goren.



"Yes, Bob Turner."



"I don't know who this model was, I just know they were meeting here late nights, and weekends, she was keeping her name secret, she was shy about being photographed. But Marcus said he saw her and he had to have her for his show, she agreed, if her name was kept secret and if any money made from the painting went to her charity."



"Would there be anywhere he would maybe have kept the information that others might not have known about?" asked Eames.



"His safe, but it's empty" said Bob.



"Thanks, Bob, if you think of anything let us know." said Goren as he handed him his card.



"So do you think the secret model might be a logical suspect?" asked Eames.



"Not sure, but someone fought him off. While waiting for DNA and autopsy let's search his apartment," said Goren.





End Chapter 1

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oh my I just noticed I am Royalty! I have been promoted, grovel at my feet peasants, lol.

Good writing, Jryan! I got a kick out of Det. Morgan! LOL

Thanks, yeah, I have trouble coming up with names, lol. I need to work on that other story too today.

Good story. I was expecting 3 bodies in the studio, not 2 -- you've got my interest as to what happened to the robber and the model.......

I'll be back for more.

Good one, JRyan. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that the model is still alive, but I have a bad feeling.

I like the start and the case looks interesting. Looking forward to more.

Good story, JRyan - I'm interested in who the missing woman is going to turn out to be. Ready for the next chapter whenver you're ready to post it.

::looks around for the sofa and magic fridge:: HEY - you need to do some decorating in here!

well chapter 2 is in spooks hands, will post it when I get it back. I will start on chapter 3 next. I have it all outlined how I plan for it to go, but things keep poping up and I add to my outline, It really twist and turn, If it was ever made it would have to be a LOCI movie, lol.

I understand the new ideas popping into your head - Haven for a Heart was only supposed to be about four chapters long when I started it and it just kept growing. You'll find your imagination working overtime and I hope you'll have as much fun as I've been having.

Oh yippee! I like this - a strict procedural. Can I have some more please?

Congrats on ascending to the throne!

Good job. It will be interesting to see who the model is. Keep going.

::spook bows to the royal Jryan::

Great first real-length fic, Jryan!

CI Addict thanks for help with this Chapter.



Chapter 2



Marcus Wainscott's Apartment

Monday Afternoon

Manhattan



"Can I help you?" asked the doorman manning the desk at the elevators.



"Detectives Eames and Goren NYPD, we need to get into Mr. Wainscott's apartment," replied Eames.



"Does he know about this?" the doorman asked.



"Sorry to inform you this way, but Mr. Wainscott has been murdered, and we need to get into his apartment to look for evidence to find out who would want him dead.

"Do you have any ideas uh...... Fred?" asked Goren while bending down to read the doorman's name tag.



"Oh my, uh, well, I don't uh" stuttered Fred.



"What's the matter Fred do we need to take you down town, your acting kind of suspicious?" smirked Eames



"Yeah, Fred, are you withholding information from the police, obstructing justice, Eames, you want to cuff him or me?" Goren said back to Eames.



"Wait, wait, I didn't do anything. Its just a few guys came here once in awhile threaten to beat Mr. Wainscott's butt cause he slept with their girlfriends. The guy had women coming and going out of his apartment day and night, like a revolving door. When you said he was murdered it just popped in my head maybe one of those jealous boyfriends might have done him in." said Fred.



"Do you know any of them, or would you recognize any of them?" asked Eames.

"Not really, I mean, I saw a few, but after awhile you tend to get used to it happening and just blow it off, and some of the other guys who work here have seen it too. You know a cast of 1000's" laughed Fred.



"Can you just give us a key Fred" said Goren shaking his head.



"Sure, just drop it off when you're done." Fred handed off the key.



Inside Marcus' apartment, were pictures of beautiful women in different levels of dress or undress. He had expensive bottles of wine in the wine refrigerator, sculptures of naked men with naked women. Goren and Eames just looked at each other and shook their heads. Goren headed for the bookshelf and Marcus' desk in his office.



Eames headed for the bedroom with reluctance.



Goren:

Books on sex, photography, and books on understanding women, no surprise there. Oh how about this one, pickup lines. Lets see what's in the cabinets, we have undeveloped film, why would he keep this here? Also negatives He held them up to the light. They are of her, he must have kept them here, to keep her to himself, he didn't want to share her with anyone else. Maybe he has something in his desk drawer, interesting, more shots of her, but not like the others, it seems these were taken with out her knowledge, with a telephoto lens. Did he stalk her before approaching her for the photo project.



There were a stack of photos of her smiling. It made Goren smile. He didn't know why, but he put two of them in his coat pocket, instead of bagging them with the rest of the evidence.



Eames:

So this is the love den. Surprise, surprise mirror on the ceiling. CSU will have a field day with DNA in this room. Boxes of condoms all different colors, all different kinds of jells and devices, even more pictures of our mystery model. Oh what is this, hidden in the lamp? Looks like a camera. Was he taping his escapades? A hidden cabinet, full of tapes. Bingo, his homemade porn tapes. Maybe we can find out who the angry boyfriends were from these tapes.



"Hey Goren, you got to see this" yelled Eames.



Goren walked to the bedroom. Eames pointed to the cabinet.

"Seems Wainscott liked to videotape his escapades" smirked Eames

"There must be over 100 tapes here, with first and last names!"

"Give the man a gold star for efficiency" said Eames. "Maybe we will find the mystery model in one of these"

"I don't think so, but it might help track down a jealous husband or boyfriend" said Goren.



"CSU can finish up here let's go back to One PP and see if they finished up with anything from this morning or if Rodgers has anything from the autopsy" said Goren.





Monday Afternoon

One Police Plaza

Morgue



"Have you finished the Wainscott Autopsy yet?" asked Eames



"Yes, we have been told everything on this case is top priority. Well you probably guessed, he was killed by the 9mm gun shot to the head. He might have deserved it since it seems he was scratched in the face, and bit on the shoulder. We were able to obtain saliva from the bite mark. It was from a woman, whose blood was also found at the scene. No matches in the system for her, but the blood on the pipe did match a Roger Dugan. The other blood at the scene was from our Victim" said Rodgers.



"How about the medal and the crucifix?" asked Goren



"We have a print, but it doesn't match anything in the system. It's probably hers also. We're going to make a mold of the teeth marks in case we need them" added Rodgers



Eames' cell rang.




"It's the Captain, he wants an update."



Captain's Office





"So, what do you have so far?" asked Ross

"We have a photographer who is very promiscuous with his models doesn't care if they are married or not, and video tapes them. We have over 100 video tapes with first and last names. We have identified the blood on the pipe as Roger Dugan, a career Robber and history of domestic violence. We have his last known so we are going to go see how he is doing" said Eames



"Ok, I will pass those tapes onto Jefferies and Riche, and have them question the models, see if any of them have jealous boyfriends that might have wanted Wainscott dead" replied Ross.











Late Monday Afternoon

Brooklyn

Sadie's Boarding House



"We are looking for Rodger Dugan and this is listed as his current address. Is he home?" asked Eames.



"Well it's about time the police gets interested! A man gets the crap beat out of him and nobody cares. But why did you come here? You should be at the hospital. The man almost dies and just cause he got a record nobody cares!" screamed Mrs. Dugan



"Excuse us, what do you mean?" asked Goren.



"My husband was mugged and beaten last night. I am about to go to the hospital. He almost died, and no cops care." Said Mrs. Dugan.



"Oh, we care Mrs. Dugan. Let us give you a ride", smiled Goren.



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Thanks for all your support and encouragement.

Yay! Very good story. Can't wait for more.

Thanks CI addict for your help

Chapter 3

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Brooklyn General Hospital

Monday Evening



"He is in room 636", said Mrs. Dugan "He came home early this morning, bleeding real bad from his head, said someone knocked him over his head with something heavy. But they must have gotten scared by something cause they didn't take his wallet. He didn't want to come to the hospital but he kept passing out, so I called an ambulance. The doctor said he has a concussion, and has to stay over night. I wanted to call the police, but since he got a record he didn't want me to. He said he would handle it. So I asked him if he talked to the police and he said yeah, but they didn't care cause he was an ex con."



They arrived at room 636. Roger was watching TV.

"Irene it's about time you got back. Did you bring my magazines?" snapped Dugan. "Who you got with you?"



"The police, Roger. They are interested in what happened to you" said Irene.



"Yeah, Roger we are real interested, so want to tell us what really happened Roger?" asked Goren.



"What you mean, I told you what happened" responded Irene.



"Shut up Irene, you blabbed enough. How many times I told you don't tell the cops nuthin?" yelled Dugan. "Now sit down and shut up."



"Now that isn't nice Roger. Irene was really worried about you", said Eames.



"So, why did you kill Wainscott? Was it for the money in the safe? Did the woman then hit you over the head with a lead pipe?" asked Goren.



"Is that what she is saying? She knows that is not what happened. I stopped that animal from raping her, did she tell you that?" demanded Dugan.



"Well she is missing Roger. We hoped you could tell us about that", said Eames



"So that's what happened. You just came in cause you saw her being attacked by Wainscott, you shot him, and then someone hit you?" asked Goren



"No! I didn't shoot him, must have been the other guy. I just shoved him. The guy that hit me, must have shot him. When I woke up he was dead and the woman was gone. That's all I know, I am not guilty of anything. I....I...I...I'm a hero. Yeah, I stopped a rape. I should get an award or something", smiled Dugan.



"Why didn't you call the police?" demanded Eames.



"An ex con with this story! Who would have believed that?" said Dugan.



"Don't leave town, we might have questions later", said Eames.



"Hey how about that medal?" yelled Dugan as they walked out the door.



"We will get back to you," smirked Eames. "You believe him, Bobby?"



"Nope" replied Goren.




One Police Plaza

Late Evening

Captain Ross' Office



"So how did it go with Dugan?" asked Ross.



"He says he was passing by, stopped the rape, then was ambushed from behind. Wainscott was dead when he woke up and the girl was gone." Said Eames.



"You two don't believe him?"



"No Captain, there are no signs of a struggle besides the one with the woman. He said he shoved Wainscott, but there is no evidence of that" said Goren.



"Does he have the money or own a 9mm?" asked Ross



"We would have to get a search warrant, but I am sure he hid the money, and disposed of the gun by now. He has no license, but being an ex con on parole it would be a violation for him to legally own a gun" said Eames.



"So jealous husband, boyfriend, or our mystery woman is still our best bet" said Ross.



"I think the mystery woman is probably a victim and not a suspect. Maybe we should be looking at missing person reports," said Goren.



"Well if she is just noticed missing today, nobody can report her missing till tomorrow. So you two go home get a good night's rest, and see you tomorrow" ordered Ross.



"Ok Captain, goodnight" said Eames



Goren just waved and nodded.



"See you tomorrow Eames" said Goren

"Goodnight Bobby," said Eames.





Bobby Goren's Apartment

Brooklyn

Monday

10pm.



Bobby walks into his apartment, turns on the light, sighs. How he hates walking into an empty apartment each and every night.



Opens the fridge, grabs the left over veal parmesan, pops it into the microwave, sets it for 4 minutes.
Heads for the bedroom, changes into his black t-shirt and sweat pants, but remembers the pictures he put into his pocket. He takes them out and looks at them again, he smiles. He hears the ding of the micro wave. Another lonely dinner is ready.

After he finishes his dinner he lies down in bed, props up the pictures by his clock, looks at them again, before turning out the light.

And before he goes to sleep he does something he hasn't done in years, he says a prayer. Dear lord, let her be OK. Then he falls asleep.





One Police Plaza

Tuesday Morning

Major Case Squad



"Good Morning Bobby, you look refreshed. Did you well?" asked Eames.

"Actually yes I did. What do you have there?" asked Goren.



"Missing person reports turned in yesterday and today. I asked that copies of all females fitting our mystery models description be forwarded to us" said Eames.



"Good. Riche and Jefferies hit a dead end with the homemade porn videos. All the disgruntled husband and boyfriends had alibis" said Goren.



They both started looking through the missing persons reports. When Goren was about half way through his stack, he was taken aback, and he saw those eyes. He didn't realize but he must have gasped, because Eames looked up.



"You OK? You find something?"



"This is her, Dr. Angelique Rossi. She teaches psychology at Hudson, also volunteers at the free mental health clinic in the Bronx. She is 5'4 115 lbs long brown hair, and dark blue eyes. Reported missing by the Dean of Hudson Doctor Robertson" said Goren "Let's go talk to him"



"Should we tell the Captain first?"



"We really don't know anything yet" said Goren





Hudson University

Tuesday Morning

Dean's Office



"Hello can I help you," said Beverly.



"Detectives Goren and Eames to see Dean Robertson" said Eames.



"Just have a seat, I will tell him your here to see him." She returned and said, "This way Detectives."



"Hello Detectives, how can I help you?" asked Dean Robertson extending his hand for a hand shake.



Goren shook his hand, "You reported a Dr. Rossi missing?"



"Oh my God! You found her? Is she OK? We are all so worried about her; it's not like her to not show up for work without a phone call." Robertson lost all color in his face. He was clearly shaken.



"No sir we didn't find her, but we are looking for her. You might want to sit down." Goren was worried he would pass out. "Does she have any family we can contact?"



"We tried that. The address and phone number she has on her application is no longer in service. She is very private person. She told us her parents died when she was about 10 yrs old in a car crash. She was raised in a foster home, but doesn't talk about her foster family. She is very religious, spends a few days a week at church, and at the free clinic she is a licensed psychiatrist. She loves teaching, and everyone loves her", said Robertson.





"Dean Robertson, do you think we could see her office, and can we have her home address?" asked Eames.



"Yes, but can you tell me what do you know about her?"



"There is evidence that she was hurt. We found blood at a scene that could be hers. We need to find something with her DNA so we can match it to see if it is hers", explained Eames.



"So you think she is dead?" asked Robertson.



"We can't make that conclusion. She could be somewhere hurt. That's why we need to find out as much about her as possible", said Goren.



They walked to the hall that contained Dr. Rossi's office.



Inside they found no personal pictures. There were pictures of angels, saints, Jesus, Mary. She had a set of Rosary beads on her desk. Her address book only had names of students and their codes needed to pull up their grades. Lots of books on psychology and religion. There was a knock on the door.



"Hello? Oh, I am sorry, I thought maybe Angela was back," said Sam.



"Hi, Detectives Goren and Eames and you are?" asked Goren.

"Samantha Wilson, I am a friend of Angela's."

"Angelique?" said Eames



"She hated that name, so she had everyone just call her Ang or Angela. I am so worried about her, this isn't like her."



"Can we ask you a few questions?" asked Goren.

"Did Angela have any jealous boyfriends, like to go out, or have any enemies?" asked Goren.



"No, she wasn't dating anyone. She didn't really drink, maybe a glass of wine at dinner once in a blue moon, doesn't smoke, and everyone loved her, you just couldn't help it. All she wanted to do was help people, here and at the clinic. Between classes, the clinic and church she didn't have much else" said Samantha.



"Thanks Samantha" said Eames.



"Nothing with her DNA here. Let's go check out the Saint's apartment" smirked Eames.



Goren smiled, but he didn't like Eames making fun of her.







Doctor Angelique Rossi's

Apartment

Brooklyn, NY

Tuesday Afternoon



"Doctor living in Brooklyn, guess she really is a saint" said Eames.



"Cut it out Eames" Goren said angrily.



"Sorry Bobby, I didn't mean anything by it."



"She left the TV on?" said Eames.



"It's so you don't come home to a quiet apartment" said Goren, he has done it a few times.



Eames didn't comment.



The apartment was the same as the office, pictures of devotion, rosary, and books.



Books on psychology and religion. Bobby recognized some of the books; he had most of them, even some of the ones on religion. He had questioned religion a lot in his life.



"Going to check the bathroom, toothbrush or hairbrush should give us what we need." Said Eames.



Goren found some letters in a drawer, from a Mary Kate, asking when she will come to visit. No envelops, no return address. Is Mary Kate a relative or a friend, he put them in his pocket.



Then on the TV:

"Live-From Hudson University Doctor Angelique Rossi is Missing- Hudson University is offering a $20,000. Reward to anyone knowing her location. If you have any information, call NNBC at our tip line or Call NYPD Police Department."



"Oh crap" said Eames. "Now it's going to hit the fan."



"Let's get those brushes to the Lab, and make sure she is the one we're looking for"

said Goren.





State Mental Hospital

Brooklyn, NY





"Harriet, did you see what they are offering for info on that doctor?" said Carl.



"Yeah isn't that the doctor that made those complaints against out hospital?" said Harriet.



"Yeah that's her. Thinks she is better than everyone else." Said Carl



"What's the mater with Charlie?" asked Harriet.



"I don't know. Ever since they been showing that doctor on the news he has been going crazy." Said Carl.



"Crazy! You mean more crazy than usual?" laughed Harriet.



[size="3"]Charlie paced back and forth. "Angel brought to St. Anthony. He took her soul. I had to save her. I had to save her. She is safe now."

Bobby's Pictures
Dr. Angelique Rossi

Another great chapter!

No wonder he took those pictures; she is HOT!

Wow, she's pretty. And her eyes are so BLUE. Poor Bobby. I hope she's OK.

I hope they find the missing Dr. Rossi. She is very pretty. Nice pictures. Interesing story and case. Looking forward to more.

Another fine chapter! Nice pics of the doctor, too!

Thanks for your comments, glad your enjoying it, here's another chapter.

Chapter 4

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Lab

One Police Plaza

Late Tuesday Afternoon



While at the lab, Eames' cell rang.



"Eames. We will be right there Captain. Captain wants us in his office ASAP, says we won't believe it."



Goren and Eames got into the elevator and pressed the 11^th floor.

They walked into the squad room and saw three nuns in Captain Ross' office.



"What's going on Riche?" Goren asks.



"Well ever hear the joke three nuns walk into the police station?" he laughs, "No really I have no idea."



Goren shook his head at the corny joke attempt, as he and Eames headed for the Captain's office. Eames knocked, and Ross waved them in. There were three nuns. One was older, in her early 70's; the other two were younger, late 20's or early 30's. All were in full nun gear. The two younger ones seemed to be there just to help the older one; she was the one running the show.



"Mother Superior, this is Detectives Eames and Goren. They are working on Angelique's case," said Captain Ross.



"So you two are the one's who put my Angelique on the TV to get her killed?"



"I am sorry, Mother Superior I don't understand," said Goren.



"Angelique is not suppose to be posted on any TV or newspaper. They will find her and kill her," she argued.



"Mother Superior, we didn't do that, Hudson University did. We are trying to find Angela, we believe she was hurt and may be injured somewhere. No one has seen her," said Eames.



"Unless......did she run to you? How do you know her, does she go to your church? Why is she in danger?" asked Goren.



"Oh Lord please forgive me, I promised to go to my grave with this. How do I begin," Mother Superior put her hands to her face and put her face to her lap.



"Are you OK Mother Mary Kate," asked one of the younger nuns.



"So you are Mary Kate," said Goren, "I found your letters in Angela's apartment."



"Yes, I raised her since she was 10. Her mother was a beautiful woman--Angelique looks just like her. But she married a horrible man, he was a mobster his name was Colin Mahoney. He would beat Fiona, that's Deidra's mom, Deidra is Angelique's real name. Fiona fell in love with Liam Boyle and they ran away together but Mahoney vowed he would find them both and kill them. Well then they had Deidra and thought they were safe. For 10 yrs they were happy, but he found them. They were all shot and killed but Deidra survived. She was in the hospital for 6 months, poor, poor little child. She held on. She had nowhere to go. They couldn't find anyone to take her, they were afraid Mahoney would find out she was alive and come back to finish the job. So we, the sisters of Holy Cross took her in. I changed her name to Angelique because she looked like an angel, and Rossi is my last name. She was such a smart child she got a scholarship, studied psychology, became a doctor. I didn't want her to move to the city, I told her it was too dangerous. But she is stubborn, she wanted to teach and help people. She said, 'Mother Mary Kate, I can reach so many more people in the city. Isn't that what Jesus would want me to do?' She knew how to get me," she laughed. "How could I argue with that? What if this is Mahoney? What if he has her?" cried Mary Kate.



"There is no evidence of that Mother Superior; her picture didn't go out until after she was missing, so he probably wouldn't have known about her location until now. If he still is interested in her at all," said Goren. "Just let us handle this and if we get anymore information, we will contact you. Or if you come up with anything you think might help us let me, uh, us know."



Goren handed her one of his cards and showed the nuns out of Ross' office. Mother Superior pulled Goren aside.



"She is very special you know."



"I am sure she is," said Goren.



"You care deeply for her and you haven't met her. I can tell, she is alive. I can feel it and you will be the one to find her. It is destined to be," said Mary Kate.



Goren watched as the nuns walked away.



"Hey Bobby care to join us?" said Eames calling from Ross' office.



"This girl has a history," said Eames.



"Well the Mahoney's are in New Jersey. I will call Jersey police and see what they been up to. Have you checked out the clinic? Maybe she had some trouble with some of the patients," said Ross.



"Guess that's were we head to next," said Goren.



Free Mental Clinic

Bronx NYC

Late Afternoon Tuesday.





"Detectives Goren and Eames NYPD. We are here to talk about Dr. Rossi's disappearance. Did she have any problems with any patients?" asked Goren.



"No, her patients really liked her, some of them too much. They would leave if she wasn't here, and come back when she was," said the nurse.



"Any names come to mind?" asked Eames.



"Charlie Jones, he was a strange old coot. If Dr. Rossi wasn't here, he would leave. Didn't care if he had his meds or not," she said.



"Has Charlie been here lately?" asked Goren.



"No, I think Charlie Got admitted to Belleview. Probably because he didn't come in and get his meds."



"What is Charlie's diagnosis?" asked Goren.



"Charlie has schizophrenia."



"Uh, thanks," said Goren.





Belleview Hospital

Tuesday Night,



"Can I help you?" said Harriet.



"We need to see Charlie Jones," said Eames.



"Visiting hours are over."



Eames flashed her badge.



"Now can we see him?" she asked.



"Don't know how it will do you any good. He is sedated, he's been ranting all day," said Harriet.



"Ranting about what?" asked Goren.



"I don't know, but ever since he saw that Doctor's picture on the news, he's been goin crazy, so the doctor had to sedate him. He is out for the night," said Harriet.



"Well we need you to get the doctor here to wake him up?" said Eames.



"Why would I do that?" asked Harriet.



[size="4"]"Cause, Charlie might have witnessed a murder," said Goren.

Another great installment. Keep up the good work.

Chapter 5





Belleview Hospital

Tuesday Night

10pm



Goren and Eames waited for the Doctor.



"Nurse, how long will he be? It's been two hours," asked Goren.



"He had an emergency. A patient tried to commit suicide, but he is on his way," said Harriet.



Eames' phone rang.



"Eames.... Yes.... Ok, Thanks. That was the lab; the third blood sample at the crime scene was Angela or Deidra, what ever her name is."



"Now we just need to find out what Charlie knows. Eames, if he doesn't know anything or if we can't get into his head, I don't think we will ever find her."



"Bobby, are you OK? You seem to be taking this case a little too personally,"



"Yes, I am fine. Where the hell is that doctor," Bobby said. He got up and started pacing.



Doctor Miller arrived, and greeted the two Detectives.



"How can I help you?" asked Dr. Miller.



"We think Charlie Jones knows what happened to Dr. Rossi, and we need to question him. But the nurse says he has been heavily sedated, we need you to bring him out of it," said Goren.



"You called me two hours ago, the only sedation I ordered was Valium, If that was given over two hours ago, he should have woken up already," said Dr. Miller. "Let's go see Charlie."



The walked down to Charlie's room. Charlie was unconscious, strapped to the bed; he was drooling from the mouth. The doctor examined him.



"This is not the effects of Valium, he was given something else. Nurse!" yelled Dr. Miller.



"Yes, Dr. Miller," said Harriet.



"What did you give Mr. Jones?"



"Just the meds you ordered, Doctor," said Harriet.



"Don't lie, he was giving something else, and if I don't know right now, he will die," yelled Dr. Miller.



"If you don't tell him, now, you will be facing murder charges later," yelled Goren.



"Ok, Ok, I gave him some morphine. He wouldn't shut up, the valium wasn't enough, so I gave him 2 mg, just to make him sleep," she said.



"Get me Naloxone now" yelled Dr. Miller.



The nurse ran out the room and Eames followed to make sure she got the meds and didn't run off. The doctor administered the meds through Charlie's IV. After about a minute Charlie started to wake up.



"Hi Charlie," smiled Dr. Miller.



"What's up Doc" said Charlie.



Everyone let out a sigh and a chuckle. Eames called a squad car to pick up Harriet.



"Charlie you have visitors," said Dr. Miller. "They want to ask you about Dr. Rossi."



"St. Anthony took her to the Angels, she is safe now. He tried to take her soul, but I saved her," said Charlie.



"Hi, Charlie my name is Bobby,"



"Hi, Bobby,"



"Were you there when Dr. Rossi was attacked?"



"She was an angel. You can't take their souls, so I brought her to St. Anthony. He would give her soul back, and she would be safe,"



"So, you saw she was hurt and you took her somewhere, how many people were there hurting her?"



"Two....two bad men. I took her to St. Anthony!" Charlie was getting agitated that his point wasn't getting across.



"I am sorry Detectives, I think that is all your going to get out of him," said Dr. Miller



"Thank you Doctor, and Thank you Charlie," said Goren.



"Well, there were no prints on the pipe. Charlie must have been wearing gloves," said Eames.

"So, Wainscott attacks Angela, Dugan shoots Wainscott then resumes attack on Angela, Charlie attacks Dugan, Charlie takes Angela," said Goren.



"Takes Angela to St. Anthony. Bobby maybe he killed her. He thinks she is an angel who lost her soul," said Eames.



"No, she can't be dead," argued Bobby.



"How can you be so sure?" asked Eames.



"It's been destined for me to find her alive," Goren replied walking away.







One Police Plaza

Wednesday Morning





"Good Morning, Bobby," said Eames, "You look like crap this morning."



"Gee thanks. I didn't sleep well. It kept running through my head, what Charlie said, about he took her soul. People used to believe when you had your picture taken the photographer was capturing the person's soul. Charlie must have been the one who slashed up all the photos. I don't think he would have killed her and there is not enough blood at the scene to lead to the conclusion that she is dead," rationalized Goren.



"Bobby, I think you're grasping at straws. If she isn't dead, where is she? She has been missing over 48 hours. Someone would have seen her, or she would have turned up somewhere. Oh great, here comes Mother Superior," said Eames.



"Oh, I asked her to come," said Goren.



"Why?" asked Eames.




"Maybe she can shed some light, on 'bringing her to St. Anthony'," said Goren. "This way Mother Superior."



Goren led her to the officer's visiting lounge.



"Have you found anything Detective?" she asked.



"Maybe, Mother Superior," said Goren.



"Please call me Mary Kate, or just sister," she smiled and touched his hand.



"Angela had a mentally ill patient that might have a clue. But I am having some trouble translating it and I thought you might be able to help. He said 'He took away her soul, so he brought her to St. Anthony so he could bring her to the angels, she is safe now,' Do you have any idea, what he could mean by bringing her to St. Anthony?"



"No, I don't but I am not from New York City. Let me call Father Joe, can I borrow your phone?" she asked. "This is keeping you up isn't it? You know, she can help you, ease your burden, break down your walls. She is your soul mate Robert Goren."



"How do you know these things?" asked Goren.



"I just do. It's a gift from God. I have helped find missing children, told people what ails them. God doesn't show me everything, just what he wants me to see, and this I see clear as day. Now give me the phone so we can bring Angela home,"



"But you don't know where she is? Why doesn't he just tell you?" asked Goren



"He only shows me what he wants me to see. He wants you to find her. But in his own way," she smiled.



Goren handed her the phone and walked out of the room and closed the door. He sat at his desk.



"Geez, Goren, you look white as a ghost. What did she do to you, put the fear of God in you?" laughed Eames.



"Something like that," said Goren.



The door opened. Mary Kate was all flustered.



"I think I know where she is. Father Joe said 'Back in the 1600's there was a Statue of St. Anthony in the Lobby of the Vanderbilt Hotel. Eventually they tore it down and rebuilt an office building and just left the old statue in the basement. They would have moved it, but they would have had to destroy it to get it out, so they just left it there.' Maybe that is where he took her, I wrote down the address," she handed the paper to Goren.



"Let's go Eames," said Goren.



"Shouldn't we tell the Captain?" she said.



He looked toward the Captain's office, it was empty. "He isn't there; we can call him after we find her."



Bobby's heart was beating out of chest, was he about to find destiny or a dead body.



Thanks again CIAddict.

This is another great chapter. Thanks!

Great chapters. Another Charlie. Now I will really have a hard time keeping them straight. ::laughs:: I need more please.

I was thinking that, too. We have love-of-Bobby's-life Charli, abusive husband Charlie, and now crazy Charlie. I love that Mother Superior is bringing Bobby back to his Catholic roots. And what nurse doesn't love seeing a bad nurse story-line? Keep up the good work, JRyan.

Thanks for all yall support and positive feed back, I really didn't make the Charlie connection, Its so hard coming up with names, lol. As for the girls names, Angelique, was because of Angel some of the others will get explained in story later.

Chapter 6

Wayne Wright Building
Wall Street



Goren and Eames drove up to the Wayne Wright Building, and talked to the security guard.

"Detectives Goren and Eames, do you have a statue of St. Anthony in your basement?" asked Eames.


"Not in the actual basement of the building, but in the underlying sub basement," said the security guard.

"How do you get access to it,&