I've done the best I can with this, but since I've only watched the first two episodes and read summaries of the rest, I don't know the characters very well yet. I hope they're not OOC.
Dr Megan Hunt, Medical Examiner extraordinaire, flexed her fingers in irritation, and, though she would never admit it, pain. Her pen clattered to the floor and she cursed, rubbing the sore appendages. Peter glanced up from the x-ray of the victim's body.
"Are your hands hurting you again?" he asked, bending down to reach the scalpel.
"They're fine," Megan scowled.
"Whatever you say Megan," Peter held his hands up in surrender, "What do we know?"
"Our victim is a Caucasian female, twenty to thirty years old, blond hair, brown eyes, five foot eight inches," Megan recited, "No ID yet, but Ethan is running DNA. She keeps fit, and has regular manicures and pedicures. Remodelled fracture on the left arm suggests it was broken about a year ago, and there are fresh bruises on her stomach."
"The victim was found in a hotel room with no clear cause of death," Peter continued, "Sam and Bud are working on an ID."
"Good," Megan swore again as a twinge of pain flashed through her again, clenching and unclenching her hands, "Damnit."
"Come here," Peter ordered, forcibly pulling her towards him, grasping her small hands in his large ones. Gently, Peter massaged her hands, making sure not to push too hard, just moving the muscles around and encourage the blood to flow.
"Better?" he asked, his voice low and rough.
"Much," she whispered, carefully extracting her hands from his, smiling, "Thanks."
"My pleasure," Peter glanced at the victim, "So, have you opened her up yet?"
"No," Megan scowled again, "Kate ordered me to wait for an ID."
Peter wisely said nothing, the relationship between Megan and her boss were still strained since the former had discovered the relationship between Kate and Todd.
"So, we have about an hour and a half to kill," Megan glanced at her watch, "I'm going to do paperwork."
"I'll join you," Peter agreed, following her back to her office, "I'm backed up already, and this case hasn't even started."
Megan sat at her desk and reluctantly pulled out the forms she needed to sign from their last case. Marcus Trent, twenty three years old, had been murdered by a team member, Bradley Johnson, who wanted to be team captain of their football team.
"The things people will kill for," she murmured, shaking her head in disbelief, "Marcus was leaving the team, he only had to wait two months!"
"Agreed," Peter nodded grimly. They worked in silence, occasionally referring to one another for a detail they had forgotten.
"Dr Hunt," Ethan called, barrelling into the office, "I have an ID,"
"Excellent," Megan rose from her desk, "Come on Peter, don't take all day,"
"I'm coming Megan," Peter grumbled, "Has it been an hour and a half already?"
"It took less time because our victim was in the system," Ethan explained, "Claire Smith, aged twenty six. Her husband died four years ago, leaving her with their son, who is now six."
"And no one noticed his mother was missing?" Megan asked incredulously, leading the way back to the autopsy lab, "Call Detectives Morris and Baker, tell them to look for the son. Maybe the killer took him."
"On it," Ethan left, then turned back, "Before I go, Claire was attending the James Murdoch University, studying Law."
"Thank you Ethan," Megan pulled on her scrubs and latex gloves, scalpel in hand, "Alright Claire," she began the first incision, "Let's find out what killed you,"
"Claire Smith was poisoned," Peter informed Sam and Bud, down at the station, "Megan found trace elements of Alenothate in her mouth and stomach. Alenothate works within ten to fifteen minutes, so she couldn't have been poisoned far from where she was found. If I had to guess, I'd say she was poisoned in her room. There is no sign of her six year old son, Jamie Smith."
"There aren't any cameras covering the hallway," Bud sat at his desk, "But they have three on the car park. Has your genius medical examiner found time of death?"
"She says Claire died from 1:30am to 2:30 am this morning," Peter paused, "I'd appreciate if you'd give my partner a little more respect. Her name is Dr Hunt."
Sam elbowed Bud hard in the ribs as Peter walked out, "Honestly, you need to learn to work with her. Or at least stop insulting her in front of Peter."
"That man has got it bad," Bud agreed, "Ok, let's find Claire Smith's next of kin."
"And her son," Sam added grimly.
"I'm so sorry for your loss," Megan told Dana Smith, Claire's mother, "Could you tell us more about Claire?"
"Uh," Dana swallowed painfully, eyes filling with tears, "She, uh, was a strong girl. When her husband, Nathanial, died, she looked after Jamie all by herself, working two jobs to support them. Jamie is her son, he's six. Who is looking after him? Where is Jamie?"
"We don't know Mrs Smith," Peter told her reluctantly, "We'd hoped he was with you."
"Oh no," Dana lowered herself shakily to the couch, "Oh God, Jamie!"
"We will do our very best to find your grandson Mrs Smith," Peter assured her, "Do you know anyone who would want to hurt either Claire or Jamie?"
"Um," Dana shuddered, "She had started dating again, Tom. I don't know his last name. Claire said that it finished pretty badly,"
"Do you have a description?" Megan asked, "Or do you know how she met him?"
"They met at university," Dana shrugged helplessly, "Claire is studying, I mean she studied Law at James Murdoch University. Maybe he's in one of her classes?"
"Thank you Mrs Smith," Megan smoothly finished the interview, recognising that Dana Smith was too shocked and grieved to give any more useful information, "Call us if you have any more details please."
"Keep me informed," Dana pleaded, "Please,"
"We will," Peter agreed.
Neither Alenothate, nor James Murdoch University exist (though there is a James Cook University, and a Murdoch University in Australia, where I live), I didn't want to stuff up the details of the poison or the university, so I made my own up. Next chapter in the next few days!