She lived in a pre-war building and while there had been modern conveniences added, the bathroom was one area that still looked older.  There was a claw-foot tub that was perfect for filling with Mr. Bubble and sinking into.  The fixtures were brass and she’d adorned the mirror with dressing-room style bulbs.  Not that anyone actually had those in ( Read more... )

My parents were hippies.  Those of you who think I’m older than dirt are wrong.  I’m young enough (or old enough, I suppose, however you want to look at it) to have grown up a bona fide flower child.  My father was sort of a jack of all trades.  His passion was music, but he put food on the table and paid the rent by picking up odd jobs-fixing ( Read more... )

Death at the opera. Not good.

I suppose that once the bodies and the evidence have left my care, I don’t give that much thought to the criminals that I help convict.  While I know enough to make educated deductions, and while I do on occasion provide the evidence needed to solve a case, I’m not a detective. I’m a doctor.

The only time that I re-evaluate scenes or look at ( Read more... )

The man was short, his shoulders hunched over as he looked through the trashcan outside of the apartment building.  She knew from his clothing - a tweed coat and a fedora, wrinkled, but clean - and the notepad he held in his hand - that he wasn’t a bum.

“Excuse me,” Liz’s voice was firm. “Can I help you?”

“Well, well, are you Dr. Elizabeth ( Read more... )

No eating in the morgue, dammit!

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 ( Read more... )

Aw, I made Munch's day. *smirk*

People Who Make Mine:

1. trust_issue We should start a club or something. Dead People Doctors Anonymous.
2. detectivebear You make my day by not being around to sniff at my crime scenes. Not that I don't want you around. I just don't want you near my dead people. *smirk*
3. captdannyross [Locked: The opera was great. Seeing someone else appreciate it ( Read more... )

Email to: Captain Danny Ross
From:  Elizabeth Rodgers, Assistant Chief Medical Examiner
Subj: [blank]

Danny,

I've acquired a pair of tickets for this Thursday's production of  Il Barbiere di Siviglia at the Met.   Last time I checked, you owed me a date.  Let me know if you're free.

Liz

There’s nothing I love better than sitting down after a long day of work with a glass of wine.  Music on the entertainment center, glass of chardonnay in hand and all the stress of the day goes right out the window.

People often ask me how I sleep at night after seeing the things I do every day in the course of my job.  You have to ( Read more... )