csi_sanders1129 | Fic: A Deadly Silence (Reply)

Title: A Deadly Silence
Chapters: 1/?
Author:

csi_sanders1129
Genre: Drama. Casefile. Romance. Hurt/Comfort. Angst.
Ratings: T
Word Count: ~1,200
Pairings/Characters: Jason Morgan/Damian Spinelli.
Synopsis: In which Spinelli gets in over his head with a Jackal PI case, Jason has his hands full dealing with the fall-out, and a serial killer is on the loose.
Comments: I started this a while ago, but recently started working on it again, with major help from

suerum , who is - for the record, awesome - it's not quite done yet, bit it's getting there. Set a bit in the future (November 2010-ish) and assumes Maxie and Spinelli broke up and that Jason and Sam have also called it quits again. Mix between a casefile fic and a regular drama/hurt/comfort/romance kind of fic. Original characters aren't mine, even though I may not actually want them. Reviews are awesome, and enjoy!

The building was abandoned, had been for a long while, Jason thought as he watched for movement in the windows. The two story building had once been some family owned jewelry store or something similar, but the occupants had long since moved out and the business had long since gone under. Now it was nothing more than a home for rats and insects.

Despite its supposedly uninhabited state, there were fresh prints in the dirt and dust on the front porch and tire marks from where a car must have sped off. On top of all that, this was where the GPS on Spinelli's phone had shown his location.

Jason could think of no good reason for him to be here.

Jason circled the house slowly, gun out and raised in the dark of the night, prepared for any danger that he might encounter. The backdoor was just barely opened and he managed to slip inside without making a sound.

The room he stepped into had been some sort of showroom, it appeared. Off to the side of the large room was a staircase, no doubt leading up to what had once been the family's living quarters.

There came a noise from overhead and Jason was a little more cautious as he ascended the stairs. The old floorboards creaked in protest at his movements, but there was no avoiding it. The thumping noise sounded again, and then again.

The door at the top of the stairs was slightly ajar as well and he edged it open enough to peer into the room. What he saw was enough to speed him up, other presences in the room be damned.

It was Spinelli. Spinelli lying on the floor next to two very, very dead bodies and covered in blood. His or theirs, Jason wasn't sure. All he could think of was Spinelli and Spinelli being hurt and Spinelli being dead and none of that was any kind of right at all.

"Spinelli," the armed mobster said, crossing the room in a near panic. He swung his gun from side to side, clearing the room. No one. And then he was on his knees at Spinelli's side in seconds, rolling him over onto his back. His wrists were tied together, as were his ankles, and he was gagged with a piece of cloth tied around his mouth. "Spinelli!"

Green eyes stared up at him, wide and terror filled, as if he didn't know what was happening.

Jason landed a hand on his chest, tugging at the cloth gag, finally getting it undone. "Spin- Spinelli, it's okay. You're alright. Relax." He said, expecting to hear frantic and panicked 'stone cold's and 'jackal's and whatever other nicknames this situation called for come spilling out of Spinelli's mouth. None came. "Spinelli, you are alright, right? It… it isn't your blood."

Spinelli's eyes wandered over to the forms of the two bloodied bodies beside him, quickly darting away again. Jason had followed his line of sight.

Boys, around Spinelli's age, Jason surmised even as he used his pocket knife to cut through the zip ties on wrists and ankles. They looked like college kids. Frankly, he'd be amazed if they had any blood left in their bodies given the amount on the floor all around them. Whoever had done this had been one very demented person, given the amount of damage done. The sight nearly turned his well-seasoned stomach. He looked away, too.

"What happened?" He asked, once again focused solely on Spinelli, looking him over to verify that he hadn't been harmed. Aside from gashes on his wrists where the zip ties had cut into his flesh, he seemed uninjured. "Who did this?"

Instead of an answer, Spinelli surged forward, sitting up enough to bury his head against Jason's neck, away from the sight of the two dead boys. He was shaking, all out sobbing into Jason's shirt.

"Alright." Jason said, one arm wrapped around Spinelli to keep him still. He could understand not wanting to see anymore of such a gruesome sight. "You stay like that, I'm calling the police."

In the time it took for the sirens to make their approach and for the handful of officials to clear and enter the house, Spinelli still hadn't said a word. He hadn't moved at all, actually. If it weren't for the fact that he was still shaking and that Jason could feel the sharp rise and fall of his chest, he would have been afraid a similar fate had somehow met his protégé.

It was Mac who was first up the stairs, followed by a handful of uniformed officers. Even the veteran commissioner seemed unnerved by the gruesome sight of the crime scene which he had entered, and three of the less-seasoned officers behind him looked rather green, one even retreated back down the stairs. "What happened here?" He asked, question directed at Jason who undoubtedly had something to do with it.

"No idea. He won't tell me anything."

Mac stared at the blob crushed against Jason's chest, finally determining it to be Spinelli. "Does he need an ambulance?" Jason nodded in reply and he called for paramedics to come up. "What do you know, Morgan?"

"Ugh, I showed up here - tracked Spinelli's phone since I couldn't get in touch with him. He was tied up, they were dead already." Jason explained. There was no reason to stonewall the investigation right now. Spinelli was a witness at best, a victim at worst. Cooperating would only mean Spinelli got to the hospital faster.

The paramedics were in the room then – looking likewise disturbed by the grisly sight of the death and gore spread across the room – and Mac nodded to himself in silent contemplation. "Go with him, I'll catch you at the hospital for your statements."

"Whatever you need." The mobster answered, his attention zeroing in on Spinelli. "Come on, we need to get up now. You need to get checked out."

Slowly, reluctantly, Spinelli peeled himself away enough so that they could stand. Or rather, Jason could stand, as the hacker's knees more or less gave out on him. Supported by Jason, and once again clinging onto him for dear life, it was evident that he was not okay with the EMT's approach.

"Spinelli, you need to-" 'Let go' was to have been the rest of the sentence, but he was clinging tighter and shaking his head and he was very clearly not going to let go. "I don't think he's hurt, I'll bring him down, if that's okay?" Jason requested of the paramedics.

They agreed and slowly but surely Jason managed to lead him out of the room and down the stairs. He clung to Jason's side the entire time, barely supporting his own weight and hopping slightly so as not to put pressure on his right leg.

"Who did this?" Jason asked again as they made their way out of the building and to the waiting ambulance.

Silence. More and more silence. Spinelli's eyes wouldn't meet his.

"Alright. You don't have to tell me now, let's just get you to the hospital."