Hi! just to let you know, this is my first fic ever and i don´t know if I will have updates very soon or if i will continue this story yet
(oh and let me know if there are any spell/grammar mistakes :lol: )
here it goes:
Lindsay woke to the sound of her cellphone ringing.
She sighed when she saw what time it was 'God.. only 2.49am..' She hoped it wasn't Mac calling with a new case.
She really needed a good night sleep, cause she had been working non stop for the last three weeks, trying to solve the murders of 4 teenage girls. And it really had worn her out. All girls were stabbed to death in their own beds, the murder weapon was never found and the family members of the victims had been drugged while asleep and never heard or saw a thing, which made everything even more freaky.
Everyone gave their best on the case, but there wasn't much evidence. Mac, Lindsay and Danny searched through everything in all the houses about eleven times, but weren't able to find more than they already had when they searched the house the first time.
They had a few suspects but their aliby's were solid and well they never found the murder weapon so it was even harder find the killer.
After three rough weeks they finally had a breakthrough, a guy named Jason Harisson came in and confessed all the murders. He told them exactly where to find the knife and his fingerprints were all over it, so they arrested him and he was send to jail for the rest of his life.
Lindsay looked at the caller´s ID, she didn´t recognize the number but was glad that it wasn´t Mac. ´Hmm.. Who´s calling me at this hour?!´
“Hello”, she answered
“Well, hello Miss Monroe”, the voice was twisted like in one of those cliché horror movies.
Lindsay was completely awake now. “Who is this?”
“It’s not important who I am right now, just do what I say and everything is going to be just fine”
Lindsay climbed out of bed and searched for her gun. “Ah ah ah, I wouldn’t do that if I were you”
'What?! He can see me?' She turned to watch out of her window, even though the streetlights were on it was too dark to see anything. She was trying to stay calm, but when she saw a little, red dot of light on her chest she started to panic. “Who are you and what do you want from me?!”
“You’ve arrested the wrong person, detective”
(oh and let me know if there are any spell/grammar mistakes :lol: )
here it goes:
Lindsay woke to the sound of her cellphone ringing.
She sighed when she saw what time it was 'God.. only 2.49am..' She hoped it wasn't Mac calling with a new case.
She really needed a good night sleep, cause she had been working non stop for the last three weeks, trying to solve the murders of 4 teenage girls. And it really had worn her out. All girls were stabbed to death in their own beds, the murder weapon was never found and the family members of the victims had been drugged while asleep and never heard or saw a thing, which made everything even more freaky.
Everyone gave their best on the case, but there wasn't much evidence. Mac, Lindsay and Danny searched through everything in all the houses about eleven times, but weren't able to find more than they already had when they searched the house the first time.
They had a few suspects but their aliby's were solid and well they never found the murder weapon so it was even harder find the killer.
After three rough weeks they finally had a breakthrough, a guy named Jason Harisson came in and confessed all the murders. He told them exactly where to find the knife and his fingerprints were all over it, so they arrested him and he was send to jail for the rest of his life.
Lindsay looked at the caller´s ID, she didn´t recognize the number but was glad that it wasn´t Mac. ´Hmm.. Who´s calling me at this hour?!´
“Hello”, she answered
“Well, hello Miss Monroe”, the voice was twisted like in one of those cliché horror movies.
Lindsay was completely awake now. “Who is this?”
“It’s not important who I am right now, just do what I say and everything is going to be just fine”
Lindsay climbed out of bed and searched for her gun. “Ah ah ah, I wouldn’t do that if I were you”
'What?! He can see me?' She turned to watch out of her window, even though the streetlights were on it was too dark to see anything. She was trying to stay calm, but when she saw a little, red dot of light on her chest she started to panic. “Who are you and what do you want from me?!”
“You’ve arrested the wrong person, detective”