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Title: Backtrack Creek, Chapter 5
Pairings: Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko,
Greg Sanders / Nick Stokes
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.

Summary: A deranged serial killer is terrorising a small isolated town of Backtrack Creek. CSI Ryan Wolfe, detective Vartann and Greg Sanders, a pesky reporter, end up in the middle of it, and there is no shortage of suspects.

Can officer Stokes shrug off his accent as well as he shrugged off his past? Did doctor Woods arrive into town with a hidden agenda? What happened to the third little piggy? Is Eric simply a sleazebag, or a sleazebag with a murderous streak? What is Greg planning with his newfound information? Is it possible for Speedle and soap to co-habit peacefully under the same roof?


Chapter 1     Chapter 2     Chapter 3     Chapter 4

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Chapter 5



“For the last time: I didn’t see his face!” Greg exclaimed and slammed the book of mugshots on the desk. “It was dark and all I could see was the outline.”

Stokes glared at him over the unfinished paperwork. “You were that close to him and you didn’t see anything? Not even his clothing?”
“I told you, I thought he was wearing a hoodie. A dark one.” Greg pulled his notepad from his pocket. “But since we’re here now, do you mind if I ask you some questions?”
“What questions and why?”
“Didn’t I tell you? I’m here to write about the killings.”
“Just what we need… Listen, kid. You didn’t see him, but we can’t be sure that he knows it.”
“You mean he might think I did see him.” Greg grinned like a cat, who just caught the canary. “This is every crime reporters wet dream!”

“Are you insane?”
“If it helps.”
“We have your statement. It would be better for you if you’d just go back to where you came from and we’re call you if we need something.”
“No.” Greg replied immediately. “There’s a story here and I’m not going anywhere.”
“What if the killer decides to cut his risks and kill you next?”

The remark made Greg pause and shiver. He toyed with the notepad in his hand.
“I’m not going.”

“This isn’t just about you. If you stay, I can’t guarantee your safety.” Stokes leaned over the desk. “Just go home.”
“If you’re so worried about my safety, maybe you should take care of it personally. Keep me close to the investigation, so you can keep an eye on me.”
“No.”
“You should consider it more carefully before you say no.”
“Okay, I’ll consider it. No.”
“You didn’t use to say no back in Texas.”
“Excuse me?”
“In Dallas.” Greg grinned. “Before you applied for the position here.”
“That’s none of your business.”
“Maybe not, but Danny was in touch with some of your old chums. Should I tell him to say hey from you?”

“Why don’t you just say what you want to say?” Stokes spat out, grinding his teeth.

“Well, you haven’t really kept in touch with people from the old days. Like officer Dawn…” He leaned forward till his face was just few inches from Nick’s. “… and his lovely wife.”

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“Didn’t you just come in?” Vartann groaned sleepily from his bed, when he heard Ryan coming into their motel room. “Come in or go out, but let me sleep.”

“I did, and then I got called out again.” Ryan dropped his keys and wallet to his nightstand, removing his badge and gun holster. “Remember that reporter, who gave us a lift?”
“Yeah, what about him?”
“He was snooping around at the police station and caught someone in their achieves, tearing up the place. Stokes thinks it was our killer.”

Vartann pulled the covers off his face and got up to sit against the headboard.
“You mean they got him?”
“No, when Stokes got there he was already gone. Apparently he came and went through the window.”
“Did that reporter get a good look at him?”
“Dark room, dark hoodie, so not really. Man, about medium height and medium built.”
“So basically it could have been anyone in a dark hoodie.”
“Yeah.”
“Did he get a good look at the guy?”
“I just said-”
“I mean did the guy get a good look at that… whatever his name is.”
“Sanders. And I don’t know. I talked to Stokes about it, and he wanted to sent the guy away from here once we got his statement in order. He couldn’t tell us that much, but it could be dangerous for him to stay here while the killer is out.”

“You think he’ll take the hint?”
“You were in his car for a few miles.” Ryan reminded and pulled the folded bedcover off his own bed. “Do you think he would take the hint and get out of town?”
“No way in hell.”
“That’s what I thought too.”

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“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Nick stated, but the reddish tint of his face told a different story.

“Sure you do.” Greg smirked and sat down on the edge of the desk. “That’s the reason why you left Texas, isn’t it? Modern days, but police department in the heart of Texas can be pretty conservative.”
“I don’t know who fed you that story, but he got it wrong.”
“I doubt that, Danny’s sources are usually right. I just got one question.” He didn’t wait for Nick to react before he continued. “How can anyone be dumb enough to sleep with his boss? That’s like a foolproof recipe for a disaster, especially when the boss is married to a divorce lawyer.”

Stokes squirmed in his seat, but refused to answer.

“And when the whole department heard about it…” Greg shook his head melancholically, but didn’t seem at all sympathetic. “That’s why I stay away from women, they can’t keep their mouth shut. Then again, who am I to say, but I do know how to stay quiet when there’s something there for me.”

“What do you want?”
“Front row seat for as long as the investigation goes on.”
“That’s not possible. This is a multiple homicide investigation-”
“Your daddy’s not a judge here, but in a small town rumours fly like the mighty bald-headed eagle. Would you like to keep working here knowing everyone’s talking behind your back, about how you got caught with your boss by his wife?”
“They won’t care whether I like women or men.”
“Probably not, but it can make your new life very awkward. You know how people love to gossip, and all the juicy details…” Greg licked his lips as if the whole thing had warmed up his appetite. “… from your nightstick to your-”

“Okay.” Stokes croaked out. “Fine, you win.”
“I knew it.”
“You always get your way like this?”
“No, usually I just use my patented Sanders-charm.” Greg giggled and wiggled his legs like a little child. “Play nice, and I`ll give you some free samples.”

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A sharp shrill of a cellphone snapped Ryan out of his sleep and he reached from under the covers to grab his cellphone. He read the message and sent a quick reply, stating their current location and confirming they had arrived safely. He checked the time from the small screen.

He had been asleep for less than two hours.

Ryan got up to search for his charger. Once he had the phone hooked up, he gave the man in the other bed a quick look. The sound of the phone hadn’t brought any reaction from Vartann, so he had simply assumed the man was a heavy sleeper. Now that he looked at the bed carefully, he couldn’t see any movement under the rumpled covers or even see a shape of a body underneath them. The lack of reaction got his imagination going and he put the lights on.

The other bed was empty.

Ryan checked the small bathroom, but Vartann was nowhere to be found. His badge and gun were waiting on the nightstand, next to his wallet and keys.

Ryan took his cellphone and selected Vartann`s number. Few seconds later the detective’s cellphone started ringing in the nightstand drawer.


Chapter 6



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alligator138
Oct. 5th, 2010 07:59 am (UTC)
@_@ So Vartann's gone? Has he been taken? *chews nails* I've just caught up with this and it's so intriguing! More, please!
finnishsphinx
Oct. 5th, 2010 09:57 am (UTC)
Well, Vartann`s a nice guy, but impulsive enough to rush into something risky without thinking twice. When there`s a killer around it can be really dangerous... LOL
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