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Luca stuffed her Drivers licenses, her work ID, and forty dollars cash into her back pocket as she headed to the entrance way of her apartment. She grabbed her cellphone and clipped it to her belt beside her emergency pager. Her regular pager was in her coat pocket. She wasn't going to be answering anyone back for a while. She tucked a gold pen in her shirt pocket and left her apartment wondering who had died.
She hailed a cab. She had a car in the underground parking lot, but she figured she
didn't want to have to deal with other drivers, and work in the same night... er morning. She
corrected herself as she looked at her watch. It was one-thirty, and normally she wouldn't have
minded the page, but she only got home from work a hour ago. She had been climbing into bed,
when her evil Emergency pager went off.
"Morning." She told the cabby. "92 3rd street." She told him. The cabby nodded and it was a silent twenty minute ride. She gave the man a generous tip and headed out. She clipped her ID to her jean pocket. She was waved through the yellow tape, before she even waved her badge.
A short pixie of a woman came running over to. She had a clipboard and evidence' bags.
Luca took the clipboard with the general information of the victim. One of the bags had the mans'
wallet in. She yawned into her shoulder, as she pulled on latex gloves. She walked into the
warehouse that was to be condemned in a few weeks, and seen the rest of her team collecting all
the evidence, leaving the body for her. She nodded to Larry and Matt. Larry was new on the job,
you could tell by the way he never looked directly at the body, unless he absolutely had to.
Luca looked down and could tell the man was tortured. She lifted his suit jacket carefully. She counted fourteen stab wounds. No wonder no one was looking at the body. She started making notes right away. The thing that killed him was the bullet wound to the head, by the size of the whole, probably a 22, but the autopsy would prove it. She looked up at her pixie faced friend. "Janie before you puke and ruin the scene, go make sure Larry is taking three photos of everything. Normal, over and under exposed." She told her.
"Of course." Janie said relieved, handing the bags to her, and rushing off.
Luca laughed at her. She had quite a team. Matt and her were the oldest. He was thirty-
five and she had that coming next month. They had been working together since Med. school. He was
tall, with long brown hair held back in a pony tail, and brown eyes. Janie was next had been
working for them right after graduating three years ago. She made a great assistant, she and Matt
have been dating for a year now. She was classically beautiful. Sun gold blond hair, and blue
eyes. She was tall and had curves in all the right spots. Larry has been working for them for a
year and a half. He was the photographer, and was great when they had to unbury a cold case. He
was also a good lab technician. Luca herself has been been working here for about ten years now.
She kept her wheat blond hair swept up in a ponytail, she had teal eyes. She stood at six feet
tall, and if came in handy when she needed Larry or Janie to do something they didn't really want
to do. Though sometimes she'll admit she often got them to help her examine the body just to see
them squirm. She was evil and she knew it.
"What's the initial report?" A voice asked, from behind her. It belonged to a female, or one very messed up guy.
She snorted. "He's dead!" She reported, before standing up. She came face to face with a woman with an FBI jacket on, which reminded her that she forgot hers at home. Two men were with her. The one on the left of her chuckled softly. He was tall and well built, his hair was light brown and cut short. The other one only smirked at her answer. He wasn't quite aswell built as the other man, and his hair was black and had a messy look to it.
The woman on the other hand didn't appreciate her answer what so ever. Her hair was red,
and she was glaring at her as if she offended her grandmother. "I'm Agent Reeves, this is Agents
Granger, and Eppes." The two men nodded.
"Initially, he was tortured, fourteen stab wounds, then a bullet to his head a 22'" She told them. "I'll know more after the autopsy, and once my team is finished." She looked at Agent Reeves. "Can I go back to work now?" She asked, she didn't bother with getting an answer. She knelt down again, careful with the blood puddle under the victim. She started collecting several samples of blood. It was a harsh reality, most victims with a bullet wound bled out before they made it to the morgue.
Janie came over and looked at the three Agents who were behind her boss, then grabbed the evidences Luca had already collected and headed back to where Larry was a safe distances away from the body. "You're team is a little green." Agent Granger commented.
"Who you callin' green pal?" Matt asked from were he was kneeling over a pile of garage.
"Knock it off." Luca told him, she stood up and looked at Agent Eppes. "I'd appreciate it you could control your team." She told him, glaring at Granger. "I'll have a better report on your desk in a hour." She told him. Agent Eppes nodded to his two agents and they walked off a ways. "Thank you." Luca told him.
"Sorry I didn't catch your name." Eppes replied.
"Luca West." She said. "I'd shake your hand, but-" She said holding up her hand that had blood on her latex glove.
"Raincheck." Agent Eppes told her, smiling. "Sorry about Colby." He said motioning with his head at the other agents.
"Sorry about Matt, he doesn't usually think before he speaks." She told him. Matt glared at her.
Janie came over to her with a bag in her hand. "Hey Boss." She said rather timidly. Janie was shy around strangers, and being out here in the middle of the night wasn't helping any.
"What you got?" Luca asked her. She took the bag carefully, mindful of the blood on her
hands and looked at it. She seen Agent Eppes back off to talk to his team. "Get me another bag"
She told her. Janie rushed off and came back quickly. Luca had her hold the bag open as she
dumped the object in the clean bag. She pulled off her gloves folding them in on themselves so
the blood was on the inside. She took the bag from Janie and jogged over to the Agents. "Looks
like it's your turn." She told them. She threw the bag at Agent Eppes, he caught it and looked
at the object. It was a small tube with a hole in one end.
"What is it?" He asked, handing it over to Reeves, who passed it to Granger.
"It's an RPG pin. Like your safety on your gun. It's the same concept. Except and RPG does more damage." Luca told him.
"She's right." Granger agreed, handing the evidence back to Eppes. Luca looked at him with a 'are-you-questioning-my-answer' look. "And you can bet that if they have the pins, then they have the rockets. Though we should hope not." He answered.
Eppes nodded. "Thanks. Miss West?" He asked for confirmation.
Luca just grinned at him and left. The coroners were loading the victims body into a body bag. She went back, placing another pair of latex gloves one. She crouched down and started to systematicly run her fingers through the puddle of blood. She knew a few of the local cops were starting at her as if she was insane. You just never knew what you'd find in a puddle of blood this big. This one only gave her coins. Four quarters and thirteen pennies. She placed them in an evidence bag and handed it to Matt who catalogued it, with the others. She looked at her watch as she pulled off her gloves and stuffed them in a bag with her other pair. It was just a little after five, on a Tuesday morning. She threw the bag at Matt who placed his gloves in the bag as well. Janie and Larry had left about forty minutes ago to get started on the evidences, mostly the blood samples.
"You driving or me?" Luca asked Matt as she placed the rest of their stuff on the back seat of Matts' car.
"I'm driving, since I got seven more hours of sleep then you did in the last forty-eight hours." Matt told her, opening the passenger door for her.
Luca looked at him confused. "Sleep? What is this word?" Luca teased, even though he was more then right. She had been on call oll week, since the normal night shift person had to take time off for a family crisis. On top of that she was called for the cases that required a lot of attention and it seemed that everyone knew she didn't have a life. Well that was her excuse. Matt drove off towards their office, which was right across the gangplanks. As she liked to call the raised sidewalks from one building to the FBI building across the street. "If I'm working seventy-two hours straight, I think supper/breakfast is in order." She told him, pointing to their favourite place for food anytime of the day. Chinese.
"Well I can't say no Boss." Matt said, grinning. He pulled over to the curb and she got out of the car and order what they always get. The people working the graveyard shift all said hello to her. She said hi back and her order was done in no time. She got back in Matts' car and they headed off to work.
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SO my second NUMB3RS fic. Please tell me what ya'll think PLEASE
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