2.3.1G Heart Breaker, Love Taker [An Open-to-Liz's-F-list RP thread]
The Assistant Chief Medical Examiner sat at her desk, looking at the Whitman's Sampler box of chocolates. Her son had sent them. She really did appreciate the sentiment. Whitman's was cheesy, and after all these years, Gregory was still, at heart, a boy trying to fill his father's shoes.
Just as she was about to unwrap the box and eat a couple of chocolates, hoping the sugar would give her one final push for the last hour or so of work, the phone on her desk rang.
"Medical Examiner's Office, Rodgers speaking," she answered with a sigh.
"We've got a homicide out on West 14th and Hudson," the dispatcher's voice was monotonous. "Detectives are on their way to the scene, as is CSU. We just need a team from the ME's office."
Liz rolled her eyes. "And by 'team', you mean, everyone's gone home early for Valentine's, so you want me. Great." She took down the address to the scene of the crime and hung up. At least she didn't have anything planned. It certainly wasn't the first Valentine's, or holiday for that matter, that she'd worked.
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Fifteen minutes later, she arrived at the doorway of the crime scene, a trendy apartment. The uniforms who had been originally called out had just sealed it off, but no one else had arrived.
"What's the story?" Rodgers asked, snapping on latex gloves.
"Body's in the bedroom," a uniform named O'Brien said. "You do know whose place this is, right?"
Rodgers looked at him with disinterest. "No. Tell me."
"Lou Mayer, the playboy shortstop for the Mets," O'Brien said.
"And?" She was losing patience. "I don't care who he is. I want to know what happened to him."
"Sorry," O'Brien said. "He, uh--" He looked queasy.
"Yes?" Rodgers raised her brows.
"My partner's outside hurling from the sight of it," O'Brien said. "Someone tried to perform surgery on the vic, to his chest. Blood everywhere."
Rodgers blinked. "Someone tried to rip his heart out?"
"'s what it looked like, yeah."
She headed for the bedroom. "Great. That's just great."
word count: 347
Just as she was about to unwrap the box and eat a couple of chocolates, hoping the sugar would give her one final push for the last hour or so of work, the phone on her desk rang.
"Medical Examiner's Office, Rodgers speaking," she answered with a sigh.
"We've got a homicide out on West 14th and Hudson," the dispatcher's voice was monotonous. "Detectives are on their way to the scene, as is CSU. We just need a team from the ME's office."
Liz rolled her eyes. "And by 'team', you mean, everyone's gone home early for Valentine's, so you want me. Great." She took down the address to the scene of the crime and hung up. At least she didn't have anything planned. It certainly wasn't the first Valentine's, or holiday for that matter, that she'd worked.
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Fifteen minutes later, she arrived at the doorway of the crime scene, a trendy apartment. The uniforms who had been originally called out had just sealed it off, but no one else had arrived.
"What's the story?" Rodgers asked, snapping on latex gloves.
"Body's in the bedroom," a uniform named O'Brien said. "You do know whose place this is, right?"
Rodgers looked at him with disinterest. "No. Tell me."
"Lou Mayer, the playboy shortstop for the Mets," O'Brien said.
"And?" She was losing patience. "I don't care who he is. I want to know what happened to him."
"Sorry," O'Brien said. "He, uh--" He looked queasy.
"Yes?" Rodgers raised her brows.
"My partner's outside hurling from the sight of it," O'Brien said. "Someone tried to perform surgery on the vic, to his chest. Blood everywhere."
Rodgers blinked. "Someone tried to rip his heart out?"
"'s what it looked like, yeah."
She headed for the bedroom. "Great. That's just great."
word count: 347