Post by teledetective on Jan 25, 2009 23:51:39 GMT -5
Okay, so here's my first attempt at a Cold Case fanfiction. I hope it doesn't suck too bad -- please go easy on me!
P.S. -- Forgive me, tsmitts, for taking the layout you use for your fanfictions -- I used it since it was easier to type like this than in script format.
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Gone
The following story is fictional and does not depict any actual person or event.
May 16, 1986
("Open Your Heart" - Madonna)
Mr. Leonard Jervis's droning voice was drowned out by the loud buzz of the bell that signalled the end of the day. Before he could so much as say 'you're released', he was met with a rush of students who had already packed their things and were going to the door. Estelle Kirkendall was no exception; she always hated having to do the homework that Mr. Jervis gave to them.
She sighed as she absently played with her brown hair; maybe she should just drop the class. Who cares, she thought. My parents are rich enough that I don't have to worry about anything anyway. As she stepped outside, her cobalt eyes darted around until she spotted a familiar face looking for her. "Flynn!"
The blonde-haired, green-eyed boy waved. "Hey, Estelle. How was your day?"
"Do you really need to ask?" The wry chuckle and the notebook was all that Flynn Marston needed to confirm his guess. "Mr. Jervis sucks sometimes. He expects us to know these by Friday."
"There's something called 'studying', Estelle. It's not like you're going to absorb the knowledge like a sponge just by staring at it." Flynn sighed, putting a hand to his forehead. The girl could be so lazy when it came to these things. "You don't seem to have a problem when it comes to reading."
"That's because books are more interesting than numbers." Estelle pointed out flatly.
Flynn threw his hands up into the air in defeat. "Whatever you say, Stell. Whatever you say." Estelle merely stuck out her tongue playfully in response. "Can't get everything from books, though."
"Well, I could try." Estelle smiled as a car horn interrupted their conversation. "Aah, there's my ride home."
"Lucky you. Still got fencing classes to do." Flynn rolled his eyes as the beige limo pulled up to the curb. As Estelle got into the limo, the boy turned back to face her. "Estelle, I'll come by later to help you with math if you need it."
"Aah...thank you, Flynn. It's not too much trouble for you, is it?" Estelle smiled appreciatively.
"Never. Just try not to fall asleep on me, alright?" Flynn smiled back and waved as Estelle's limo drove away. The girl in question let out a sigh as she let herself doze off on the drive home...
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Lights swept across the Chestnut Hill East Train Station as police ran around the area, as if desperately looking for something. One of the detectives let out a holler, and the others soon followed to the detective's grisly discovery -- Estelle's body, lying face up and sprawled out along the boarding platform. There was a gunshot wound in her chest, blood splattered every which way, and a duffel bag nearby with stacks of money falling out of it...
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The only question was why. Why did the kidnappers have to kill her when they had the money? What caused them to do something this heinous? Detective Marcus Schwann had pored over the case files more so than the other cops -- he hated to leave anything unsolved. Unfortunately, they'd run out of leads, even with all the news coverage that had been gathered. He sighed as he placed the case box into the shelves.
What a senseless waste of life. Detective Schwann thought as he left the case room.
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Detectives Lilly Rush and Scotty Valens had driven up to and walked towards the Chestnut Hill East Train Station, where investigators and spectators alike swarmed the site. Spotting their boss, Lieutenant John Stillman, waiting for them on the platform, they headed over towards him.
"What happened, boss? Your train run late?" Lilly asked.
Stillman let out a small chuckle before becoming serious. "A maintenance worker for the train station was doing repairs on some rails and ended up digging up something." The three detectives walked over to where the investigators were examining the gun they found.
Scotty frowned as they got closer; there was an older man there as well who was demanding to see the weapon. "Who's the visitor?"
"A colleague -- Sergeant Marcus Schwann." Stillman answered after a few moments, slightly taken aback and frowning at the sight.
As if on cue, the older man stopped arguing with the investigators and turned around to greet them. "Please, John -- I'm nobody's sergeant now. I'm just a retired old fogey. Marcus Schwann -- nice to meet you." His appearance didn't change too much since 1986, except he looked more tired, more weary of the world than in the past.
Lilly shook Schwann's hand before returning her focus to the gun. "That's what they dug up?"
"Looks like a 9mm Makarov." Scotty said after a good look.
"This one's got her body on it, I just know it..." Schwann muttered under his breath.
Lilly turned to look at Schwann. "Something we should know about?"
"You heard of the Kirkendall case?" Stillman asked.
"Oh, the golden girl kidnapping." Scotty answered in response. "Rich girl from Chestnut Hill. Estelle Kirkendall -- kidnapped two weeks prior and shot to death in this station back in '86. Never found the doers."
"I was in charge of the task force that was supposed to find her, safe and sound. And then we had to find her like...that." Schwann let out a sigh as he glanced back towards the station. "We were too late to do anything."
"Well, it may have been too late to save her, but it doesn't mean it's too late to find her killer." Lilly replied, looking over the gun.
ROLL INTRO
P.S. -- Forgive me, tsmitts, for taking the layout you use for your fanfictions -- I used it since it was easier to type like this than in script format.
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Gone
The following story is fictional and does not depict any actual person or event.
May 16, 1986
("Open Your Heart" - Madonna)
Mr. Leonard Jervis's droning voice was drowned out by the loud buzz of the bell that signalled the end of the day. Before he could so much as say 'you're released', he was met with a rush of students who had already packed their things and were going to the door. Estelle Kirkendall was no exception; she always hated having to do the homework that Mr. Jervis gave to them.
She sighed as she absently played with her brown hair; maybe she should just drop the class. Who cares, she thought. My parents are rich enough that I don't have to worry about anything anyway. As she stepped outside, her cobalt eyes darted around until she spotted a familiar face looking for her. "Flynn!"
The blonde-haired, green-eyed boy waved. "Hey, Estelle. How was your day?"
"Do you really need to ask?" The wry chuckle and the notebook was all that Flynn Marston needed to confirm his guess. "Mr. Jervis sucks sometimes. He expects us to know these by Friday."
"There's something called 'studying', Estelle. It's not like you're going to absorb the knowledge like a sponge just by staring at it." Flynn sighed, putting a hand to his forehead. The girl could be so lazy when it came to these things. "You don't seem to have a problem when it comes to reading."
"That's because books are more interesting than numbers." Estelle pointed out flatly.
Flynn threw his hands up into the air in defeat. "Whatever you say, Stell. Whatever you say." Estelle merely stuck out her tongue playfully in response. "Can't get everything from books, though."
"Well, I could try." Estelle smiled as a car horn interrupted their conversation. "Aah, there's my ride home."
"Lucky you. Still got fencing classes to do." Flynn rolled his eyes as the beige limo pulled up to the curb. As Estelle got into the limo, the boy turned back to face her. "Estelle, I'll come by later to help you with math if you need it."
"Aah...thank you, Flynn. It's not too much trouble for you, is it?" Estelle smiled appreciatively.
"Never. Just try not to fall asleep on me, alright?" Flynn smiled back and waved as Estelle's limo drove away. The girl in question let out a sigh as she let herself doze off on the drive home...
---
Lights swept across the Chestnut Hill East Train Station as police ran around the area, as if desperately looking for something. One of the detectives let out a holler, and the others soon followed to the detective's grisly discovery -- Estelle's body, lying face up and sprawled out along the boarding platform. There was a gunshot wound in her chest, blood splattered every which way, and a duffel bag nearby with stacks of money falling out of it...
---
The only question was why. Why did the kidnappers have to kill her when they had the money? What caused them to do something this heinous? Detective Marcus Schwann had pored over the case files more so than the other cops -- he hated to leave anything unsolved. Unfortunately, they'd run out of leads, even with all the news coverage that had been gathered. He sighed as he placed the case box into the shelves.
What a senseless waste of life. Detective Schwann thought as he left the case room.
-----
Detectives Lilly Rush and Scotty Valens had driven up to and walked towards the Chestnut Hill East Train Station, where investigators and spectators alike swarmed the site. Spotting their boss, Lieutenant John Stillman, waiting for them on the platform, they headed over towards him.
"What happened, boss? Your train run late?" Lilly asked.
Stillman let out a small chuckle before becoming serious. "A maintenance worker for the train station was doing repairs on some rails and ended up digging up something." The three detectives walked over to where the investigators were examining the gun they found.
Scotty frowned as they got closer; there was an older man there as well who was demanding to see the weapon. "Who's the visitor?"
"A colleague -- Sergeant Marcus Schwann." Stillman answered after a few moments, slightly taken aback and frowning at the sight.
As if on cue, the older man stopped arguing with the investigators and turned around to greet them. "Please, John -- I'm nobody's sergeant now. I'm just a retired old fogey. Marcus Schwann -- nice to meet you." His appearance didn't change too much since 1986, except he looked more tired, more weary of the world than in the past.
Lilly shook Schwann's hand before returning her focus to the gun. "That's what they dug up?"
"Looks like a 9mm Makarov." Scotty said after a good look.
"This one's got her body on it, I just know it..." Schwann muttered under his breath.
Lilly turned to look at Schwann. "Something we should know about?"
"You heard of the Kirkendall case?" Stillman asked.
"Oh, the golden girl kidnapping." Scotty answered in response. "Rich girl from Chestnut Hill. Estelle Kirkendall -- kidnapped two weeks prior and shot to death in this station back in '86. Never found the doers."
"I was in charge of the task force that was supposed to find her, safe and sound. And then we had to find her like...that." Schwann let out a sigh as he glanced back towards the station. "We were too late to do anything."
"Well, it may have been too late to save her, but it doesn't mean it's too late to find her killer." Lilly replied, looking over the gun.
ROLL INTRO