The People of New York v. Buffy Summers
by: Sam Lincoln (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Summary: An unusual case crosses the desk of Assistant District
Attorney Jack McCoy.
Spoilers: Post series finale for Buffy. Set in the current
season of Law and Order, but no real spoilers.
Disclaimer: All characters from Buffy
are property of
Mutant Enemy. All characters from Law and Order
of Wolf Films/USA Studios. Used without permission, blah blah.
The People of New York v. Buffy Summers: Prologue
In the criminal justice system the people of New York are represented
by two seperate, yet equally important groups. The police who
investigate crime and the district attorneys who prosecute the
offenders. These are their stories.
Tuesday, June 10
A couple staggered through Central Park. The woman was dressed
in an almost impossibly short skirt and a blouse that left little
to the imagination. Her companion wore a tight-fitting shirt that
called he attention to his toned chest and a pair of snug leather
"Kevin," the woman whined, "I'm tired and want
to go home."
"Aww, come on Brit, just one more club?" Kevin pleaded.
"It's too early to sleep."
"Who said anything about sleeping?" Brit asked in
a voice that left doubt as to her meaning. "That shirt always
makes me so hot."
"Well why didn't you say so sooner? Kevin grabbed Brit's
hand and the pair dashed through the park.
"Uh Kevin where are we going?"
"Home, this is a shortcut."
"It's awfully dark."
"Don't worry, I know this way like the back of my...whoa!"
Kevin shouted as he tripped over something.
"Kevin!" Brit shrieked, "Are you ok?"
"I'm fine," Kevin replied. "I just tripped over
something." The clouds overhead parted, allowing the moon
to shine through. In the faint glow the shape of a woman's body
became visible. Brit's scream pierced the night.
Detective Lenny Briscoe took a long drink from the cup of coffee
he had purchased from a street vendor inside the park. He crushed
the empty paper cup and tossed it into a trashcan before walking
over to the police tape guarded by a uniformed patrolman.
"I'm Detective Briscoe, Homicide," he told the patrolman
as he held out his badge.
The patrolman nodded, "The body's right this way detective."
The cop held up the tapeline for Lenny.
"So who called it in?" Lenny asked the cop.
"A pair of clubbers heading home tripped over it. They're
still pretty shaken up, but didn't see anything."
Lenny nodded, "Ok, thanks Officer."
"Hey Lenny!" Briscoe's partner Detective Ed Green
called out. "What took you so long man?"
"Sorry Ed, I was getting to get my beauty sleep,"
"Beauty sleep, you?" Ed laughed. "That's an
"Yeah very funny. So what do we have?"
"The victim is a Caucasian female. She still had her wallet
on her." Ed tossed Lenny a leather wallet.
Lenny opened the wallet and examined its contents. "Hundred
bucks in cash, traveler's checks, credit cards. According to her
driver's license her name is Rachel Dietz of San Francisco, age
twenty-six." Lenny sighed. "So what killed her?"
"Gee detective, that's a toughie," the coroner said
as he rolled the body over.
"Oh that's just nasty!" Ed exclaimed. The woman's
shirt lay open, exposing the gaping hole in her chest.
"Her heart's been cut out," the coroner explained.
"There's not enough blood on the ground for this to be the
"So he killed her somewhere else then dumper her here,"
"She left her heart in New York City," Lenny noted.
-to be continued-