crime scene } { 1194 Hanover Way, Brooklyn
Buffy hadn’t seen a lot of grizzly crime scenes in her time, but she had a tough stomach.
She always had. It was something she prided herself on. She was a cool head in a crisis and usually managed to keep it together pretty well, but there was something about this crime scene that got under her skin in the worst way. It was the victims, more than anything else, and while she’d seen victims before, this one was more than she had expected.
Buffy was still a tough girl, though. She managed to keep it together long enough for Detectives Flack and Monroe to relieve her at the crime scene, and then she bolted out the door and as far away as she could get. She didn’t want to contaminate the scene, if at all possible, so she ducked past the yellow tape blocking off the alleyway, around the corner to the nearest garbage can, and lost what was left of her lunch. It wasn’t pretty, but it was enough to help the queasy feeling pass in her stomach.
She was straightening to wipe at her mouth with the back of her hand, when she saw the older man standing not too far from her, kit in hand and an eyebrow raised in surprise. Her eyes sheepishly lowered to the ground, before nodding and taking a step back.
“Hey, Detective Taylor,” she sighed, before jerking her thumb over her shoulder. “Crime scene’s this way.”
She always had. It was something she prided herself on. She was a cool head in a crisis and usually managed to keep it together pretty well, but there was something about this crime scene that got under her skin in the worst way. It was the victims, more than anything else, and while she’d seen victims before, this one was more than she had expected.
Buffy was still a tough girl, though. She managed to keep it together long enough for Detectives Flack and Monroe to relieve her at the crime scene, and then she bolted out the door and as far away as she could get. She didn’t want to contaminate the scene, if at all possible, so she ducked past the yellow tape blocking off the alleyway, around the corner to the nearest garbage can, and lost what was left of her lunch. It wasn’t pretty, but it was enough to help the queasy feeling pass in her stomach.
She was straightening to wipe at her mouth with the back of her hand, when she saw the older man standing not too far from her, kit in hand and an eyebrow raised in surprise. Her eyes sheepishly lowered to the ground, before nodding and taking a step back.
“Hey, Detective Taylor,” she sighed, before jerking her thumb over her shoulder. “Crime scene’s this way.”