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Summer Camp

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Summary: Xander gets a chance to leave Sunnydale behind, for a little while. Unfortunately, trouble follows him. Violence to children, semigruesome murder, and fairly explicit noncon m/m.

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CSI > CSI New YorkFlitShadowflameFR1854,61833319,96927 Jun 0730 Jul 07No

Where the Red Fern Grows

“The motorcycle is registered to a Faith L. Summers. We have no report that it was stolen, but somehow I don’t think our missing one-eyed man goes by ‘Faith,’” Danny quipped. “She lives in Cleveland apparently, so I’m gonna check if she’s listed and can tell me who has her bike.

“We also got a print that matches the description of ‘James’ off the beer bottle. The other hand is all voids – like the guy has no ridges. Pretty distinctive, but no hits,” Danny finished.

“Who’s Jamie, then?” Don asked, sitting on Danny’s desk.

“James Redfern. Distinguishing features – totally bald. Fired from his last job for sexually harassing his male coworkers, then picked up by the P.D. a couple weeks ago for suspected sexual assault,” Danny grinned. “I’d say we have reasonable cause for suspicion. Unfortunately, they couldn’t prove anything last time.”

“The blood on the bottle has no match?” Don frowned.

“Also James’, so our vic put up a fight. Well, there were a few drops of unidentified male lying around, so that could be ‘Alex.’”

“Do we have a residence for Mr. Redfern?” Don prompted.

“We do. And his vehicle has an APB on it as of twenty minutes ago, so if he’s around, we’ll find him. You wanna come to the apartment, n’ check it out?” Danny questioned.

“Let’s go,” grinned the taller detective.

Finally, a break in this damn case.

Redfern’s van was in his building’s lot. Even just looking in the window told Danny there was blood and semen inside. Since they were only authorized to question Redfern at this point, the rest would have to wait. Danny and Don went up to Redfern’s apartment quickly.

“NYPD, we’d like to talk to you, Mr. Redfern!” Don yelled through the door after knocking loudly.

Redfern answered the door in nothing but black slacks and a scowl. “I was busy. What is it?”

“Mr. Redfern, were you in the Golden Seahorse last night?” Don asked, naming the club.

“Yeah. I go there every now and then. Why?”

“There was some kind of skirmish in the alley. Would you know anything about that?”

“No, why would I?”

“Your blood and fingerprints were on a broken bottle,” Danny interjected.

Redfern shrugged nonchalantly. “Some drunk came at me, I fought him off.”

“Thought you didn’t know anything about it,” Don raised his eyebrows.

“I wasn’t too sober, either,” Redfern shrugged again, clearly unconcerned.

Someone let out a muffled scream. Redfern paled and refused to look at them.

“Mr. Redfern? Did that sound like screaming to you?” Don asked, forcing himself to sound pleasant…or as pleasant as possible.

“N-no.”

“Really? Danny, what do you think?” Don turned to the CSI.

“I think ‘e’s lyin’,” Danny chimed in.

Someone screamed again. Danny pushed past Redfern as Don grabbed him. “Don’t go anywhere,” Don snapped. “Danny’s just gonna take a look. We’re allowed to do that when we hear someone in distress. In the meantime, why don’t you tell me what really happened, huh?”

Redfern shook his head obstinately.

“Don! We got a dude tied up and pissed off back here!” Danny yelled. “An’ he might need a bus!”

“James Redfern, you’re under arrest for suspected kidnapping, assault, and sexual assault. You have the right to remain silent…” Don rattled off the Miranda as he cuffed the idiot. Danny called an ambulance, and the one-eyed victim was loaded in just as they were leaving. Uniformed cops would secure the scene until Danny could go back to process it.

“How’s the vic?” Danny asked Don two hours later, after they’d booked Redfern and Don had called the hospital.

“I was about ta go question ‘im. The doc said he just started lookin’ like he’d wake up soon,” Don replied.

“Mac said I’m goin’ home in an hour whether I like it or not, an’ it’s up ta Hawkes ta process tha’ scene, so I may as well come wit’ you.”

“Well, c’mon then,” Don laughed. “I wanna close this damn case an’ go home.”

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A/N: I apologize sincerely for the horrible use of pun. I'd like to offer sincere apologies to the family and estate of Wilson Rawls.

I'd also like to apologize for how fricking long it took me to post this chapter. Sorry folks. TexasAries' one-shot inspired me to stick this up, so you have her to thank ^.^

The End?

You have reached the end of "Summer Camp" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 30 Jul 07.

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