A/N: Drabble set post 3x13 Wannabe in the Weeds.
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She adjusted her coat, swept an errant strand of hair away and frowned at the body before her.
As expected it was white, mottled with purple. Waxy to touch; Significant signs of lividity.
Breathing quietly, but swallowing hard, she longed for a pair of latex gloves to create a barrier between her and it.
She wasn't used to seeing bodies this fresh; Rigor hadn't started.
This wasn't normally her job. This one wasn't her job.
This one, she'd seen pour blood, take its last breath.
Swing his son high in the air. Lift her chin with his thumb.
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