KC (my muse, for those who have asked in previous reviews) appears to be on a roll at the moment, so here's a new little fic for ya'll. Based off a teeny tiny clip from the season 11 promo, so possible spoilers. Dedicated to my Twitter friend KieBug, who provided the challenge. Hope this is up to standard hun :)
As usual, I own nothing *sigh*
"Ok David, what do we have?" Grave Shift Supervisor Catherine Willows asked David Phillips, coroner's assistant as she approached him, pulling her long strawberry blonde hair up in a clip and rolling up the sleeves of her navy blue jumpsuit.
David glanced up at her as she slipped her hands into a pair of latex gloves, offering her a smile of greeting before he spoke.
"Looks like a male, race and age undetermined."
The tangy aroma of burnt hair and flesh assaulted her nostrils as she crouched down beside the body.
"Fire's done a lot of damage to him," David continued, Catherine's hands carefully running over what was left of the victim's clothes in order to find anything that could potentially lead to an I.D. but came up empty.
Catherine nodded. "That is one crispy critter. But there appears to be no visible damage to this front yard cum junk yard," she observed, glancing around at the rubbish and wreckage that covered the small area in front of the dilapidated house.
Working together, they gently lifted up one of the victim's shoulders. David held the body in place while Catherine snapped a few photographs of the charred ground beneath.
"I'm guessing he burned where he fell," David commented as he lowered the man back down once Catherine was finished. She smiled and they fell into a comfortable silence as they worked.
David had just finished taking the liver temp and was about to inform Catherine of the results when he halted, a faint sound catching his attention.
"Uh, Catherine?"
"Hmm?" she replied, distracted by a piece of melted plastic she'd discovered embedded in the victim's hand.
"Do you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
He glanced around. "That… beeping sound."
"I thought it was your pager." She looked at him, placing the camera next to the victim's feet.
"It's not."
Their gazes locked and both sets of eyes widened as realisation dawned. Neither Catherine nor David had time to move an inch before a deafening explosion tore through the house in front of them, windows cracking and sending glass and debris flying everywhere as a huge fireball consumed the building, yellow and white flames reaching up to lick at the dusky sky like a thousand parched tongues desperate for sustenance.
The sound of car alarms blaring mingled with the roar of the fire as ash and burning bits of paper rained down, fluttering to settle upon the three prone bodies the force of the blast had scattered around yard and street.
Cliffhanger. What a shock hehe
Lily
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