The phone rang.
It buzzed impatiently as the numbers on the digital clock flicked lazily from 10:29am to 10:30am.
It rang again with a hollow, insistent buzz. The only show that the woman on the bed had heard was a small twitch from her leg. The ringing finally stopped as the phone flicked the caller onto the answering machine.
"Tru, Are you there?" the man on the other end sounded annoyed, but there was an anxious undertone to his voice.
"It's Harrison. You didn't forget about us having breakfast together did you? Tru?" The woman on the bed shifted, then fumbled for the phone. She pressed in clumsily to one of her ears.
"Hey Harrison." her tone had meant to sound cheerful, but just came out rather strained.
Harrison's voice sounded relieved. "Oh, you are there. Did you forget about breakfast? I tried calling your mobile, but you weren't answering..."
"Oh. Yeah." She lied "Sorry. I was back really late from the morgue last night. Do you want me to meet you there now?" she asked, hoping he was busy.
"Sorry Tru. I've got a meeting with a friend in 20 minutes. Another time, hey?"
"Yeah. Sure. Bye" She slammed the phone down quickly. At the diner, Harrion stared at his mobile in surprise. That wasn't like Tru. Normally she would have inquired as to who it was he was meeting, or more specifically what they did for a living. And it also wasn't like her not bother showing up at all, unless of course she was saving someone. But if she was, she would have told him... He pondered for a moment, then shrugged and put away his phone. She would tell him eventually.
Davis looked up as Tru entered the back rooms of the Morgue. He looked at his watch (11:15 pm) and frowned slightly.
"You're 25 minutes late Tru." he commented, more surprised than angry.
"I know."
She offered no explanation, but simply turned her back on him and began rumaging through a pile of files. Davis shook his head and put it aside.
"No time for that. We got a body." He grasped her arm to pull her away from the files that were starting to look rather frayed. She flinched away from his grip. He drew back, surprised and slightly hurt.
"Sorry. Tru, Is something wrong?" he asked her, worried. She shook her head, but he knew she was lying. He had been around her too long not to notice that she didn't quite meet his eyes when she lied. Her eyes were stubborn as he searched her face, her emotions locked away from view.
"Okay." he said with a small sigh. Whether she wanted to tell him her troubles or not was her business. He wouldn't press her. "Body's in the crypt." he said, motioning her to follow.
They walked over to a person shaped lump that was hidden beneath a sheet. Davis began to rattle of the facts he knew, as per usual. Better she knew everything she could, just in case.
"Male. Mid-twenty's. Killed by a gunshot wound to the left ventricle of the heart. Time of Death, estimated 6:40 pm. Found in an alley off 18th Street. We haven't been able to identify him yet."
He pulled of the sheet off the mans head and shoulders. He was about to continue, but stopped abruptly. Tu's face had gone so pale she was whiter than the dead man. She stepped back, terror etched on her pale face. Davis looked at her in astonishment as she backed away.
"Oh no."
She wasn't fast enough. Before she was within a foot of the door, the man head began to roll. Dark eyes black as thunder stared at her blanky.
"Help Me!"
Tru froze. Then-
