necromancy
Huh. I think this is the first real AU I've written. I honestly don't know if I will continue to play with this 'verse or not. It's a distinct possibility.
title: Necromancy
with: Hawkes, Hammerback
rated: PG
disclaim: I only own the DVDs; everything belongs to Zuiker, CBS, et al.
note: the background rules of the story make it AU
Hawkes steps out into the morgue and finds that Hammerback has (yet again) lapsed into narrating while he performs the autopsy. Hawkes recognizes the young Korean man as the second victim on the case Danny and Stella are working.
“First, the fractured ulna, incurred while you were trying to break your fall. Next, the blow to the back of the head,” Hammerback says.
The narration is a habit Hawkes has been very careful not to cultivate in himself; it’s a habit he keeps his distance from, even now that he’s adjusted to life in the field.
“Then came the broken ribs, although you were already unconscious by that point, weren’t you?”
Hammerback pauses, as if waiting for a response.
“After that, it was over quickly.”
“Sid.” Hawkes has to touch Hammerback’s shoulder to get his attention. “Sid, you’re talking to yourself again.” He cuts his eyes to the corner of the room, where the spirit of Marcus Kim watches, his face as ashen as it is on Hammerback’s autopsy table.
“Just thinking out loud.” Hammerback pales a little, but shrugs it off because Pino is only a few feet away, performing the autopsy on the middle-aged woman from Mac’s crime scene. Hammerback clears his throat. “You’re here for Asha Kerwin?”
Hawkes nods. “What have you found?” He follows Hammerback over to the next autopsy table and forces himself to focus. Official C.O.D. is asphyxiation. Asha is only thirteen years old, doesn’t know her killer, and certainly deserves Hawkes’s full attention.
All of his life, Hawkes has worked to cultivate a genuine air of approachability, an openness that reflects his concern for all people, both living and dead. While Hammerback doesn’t place a high priority on normalcy, it wouldn’t do for an outsider to catch on. Both the morgue and the lab are swamped this week, everyone clocking overtime, working overlapped schedules, and it’s precisely this hectic atmosphere that leads to a slip-up, to awkward psych consults.
On his way out, Hawkes stops to say hello to Pino.
“Okay, so you’ve sold me on roller derby,” Pino says. “We’re still on for this weekend, right?”
“Work permitting.” Hawkes grins and claps him on the shoulder. “I’m on second back-up.”
The hell of it is that both Marty and Peyton are damn good medical examiners, for all they don’t know.
A little over a year ago, when Hawkes had gotten Hammerback drunk on good scotch and announced that he’d put in for a transfer to the crime lab, Hammerback had been quiet for a long moment, then shrugged and raised his glass in a toast.
“You’ll come to visit.”
“Pretty much every day.” Hawkes had smiled and chinked their glasses together.
“Everything’s changing,” Hammerback had said. “That’s not necessarily a bad thing, but fewer and fewer people are able to see the dead these days. Do you think it goes in cycles? Or maybe people get it medicated out of them, now. People used to get it medicated into them, or are you not old enough to remember that?”
Hammerback has always been a tangential drunk.
The elevator is empty when Hawkes steps inside.
“I am going to find who killed you,” he says.
Asha looks up at him with large brown eyes and nods.
Hawkes smiles sadly and nods back.
…
Thanks for reading; feedback always appreciated.
title: Necromancy
with: Hawkes, Hammerback
rated: PG
disclaim: I only own the DVDs; everything belongs to Zuiker, CBS, et al.
note: the background rules of the story make it AU
Hawkes steps out into the morgue and finds that Hammerback has (yet again) lapsed into narrating while he performs the autopsy. Hawkes recognizes the young Korean man as the second victim on the case Danny and Stella are working.
“First, the fractured ulna, incurred while you were trying to break your fall. Next, the blow to the back of the head,” Hammerback says.
The narration is a habit Hawkes has been very careful not to cultivate in himself; it’s a habit he keeps his distance from, even now that he’s adjusted to life in the field.
“Then came the broken ribs, although you were already unconscious by that point, weren’t you?”
Hammerback pauses, as if waiting for a response.
“After that, it was over quickly.”
“Sid.” Hawkes has to touch Hammerback’s shoulder to get his attention. “Sid, you’re talking to yourself again.” He cuts his eyes to the corner of the room, where the spirit of Marcus Kim watches, his face as ashen as it is on Hammerback’s autopsy table.
“Just thinking out loud.” Hammerback pales a little, but shrugs it off because Pino is only a few feet away, performing the autopsy on the middle-aged woman from Mac’s crime scene. Hammerback clears his throat. “You’re here for Asha Kerwin?”
Hawkes nods. “What have you found?” He follows Hammerback over to the next autopsy table and forces himself to focus. Official C.O.D. is asphyxiation. Asha is only thirteen years old, doesn’t know her killer, and certainly deserves Hawkes’s full attention.
All of his life, Hawkes has worked to cultivate a genuine air of approachability, an openness that reflects his concern for all people, both living and dead. While Hammerback doesn’t place a high priority on normalcy, it wouldn’t do for an outsider to catch on. Both the morgue and the lab are swamped this week, everyone clocking overtime, working overlapped schedules, and it’s precisely this hectic atmosphere that leads to a slip-up, to awkward psych consults.
On his way out, Hawkes stops to say hello to Pino.
“Okay, so you’ve sold me on roller derby,” Pino says. “We’re still on for this weekend, right?”
“Work permitting.” Hawkes grins and claps him on the shoulder. “I’m on second back-up.”
The hell of it is that both Marty and Peyton are damn good medical examiners, for all they don’t know.
A little over a year ago, when Hawkes had gotten Hammerback drunk on good scotch and announced that he’d put in for a transfer to the crime lab, Hammerback had been quiet for a long moment, then shrugged and raised his glass in a toast.
“You’ll come to visit.”
“Pretty much every day.” Hawkes had smiled and chinked their glasses together.
“Everything’s changing,” Hammerback had said. “That’s not necessarily a bad thing, but fewer and fewer people are able to see the dead these days. Do you think it goes in cycles? Or maybe people get it medicated out of them, now. People used to get it medicated into them, or are you not old enough to remember that?”
Hammerback has always been a tangential drunk.
The elevator is empty when Hawkes steps inside.
“I am going to find who killed you,” he says.
Asha looks up at him with large brown eyes and nods.
Hawkes smiles sadly and nods back.
…
Thanks for reading; feedback always appreciated.