Hello!
This is my first fic, so apologies if there is many mistakes! So, I'm a huge fan of crime shows, and thought of this! I'll talk more at the end of the story! I'll rate this T, please tell me if I should change it (I mean, I don't have sex scenes planned or anything... but?)
1)WARNING: Lucy is a Forensic Pathologist meaning she cuts the bodies open, just thought you should know (Just in case!)!
2) I don't own Fairy Tail (I wish ;) )!
Chapter 1
Lucy looked down at the body, examining the purple bruises on the lower rib cage. She'd already established the cause of death as a blow to the head, obvious due to a chunk of its head missing, but she was trying to figure out what actually happened during his last few days on earth. That way she'd be able to gain some sort of hint of who killed the poor guy.
"Stage 3 bruises present on lower rib cage. What caused this shall be more evident once I look under the skin, and looking at the bone," She spoke into the voice recorder, setting it down on the table next to her and then picking up the dissecting blade. It always amazed her how easy she found it to slice someone open, then again, they were dead. It was just like slitting open the stomach of an unfortunate frog in a high school biology class, only this time the people weren't bred for the sole purpose of sending them to their dissecting doom.
Lucy Heartfillia was a forensic pathologist meaning her job was to determine cause of deaths by examining the corpses of unfortunate murder victims. It was grim, but never boring. Looking back to the body she'd just sliced open, she noticed little blood oozed out meaning that it had been a while since the body was actually murdered. She looked at the photos from the crime scene, observing the lower parts of the body. She smiled realising her ideas were correct – red patches.
"Blood has gone to the lowest parts of the body therefore the estimate time of death was no less than 2 days, however due to the stage 3 bruise and the phase 2 head injury, the date of death was no more than 3 days. Day of death, 3rd of May. Specific time is…" She looked to the bruising again, and the bruises in the tissue under the first layer of skin, "6pm to 9pm. See photo reference 13 of under flesh bruising. This information shall be sent to the police to assist with investigations and a forensic team shall scope the body for a final evidence check. Lucy Heartfillia covers the body and leaves at 1pm," She spoke into it again, before placing the device in her white lab coat pocket. Once the body was covered she walked out of her lab, into the shower room.
To Lucy, nothing was better than a shower after a body examination. It made sure she didn't carry anything from the dead and it made her feel clean. She let the cold water just fall on her, closing her eyes for a moment of rest. She'd spent the whole night at a crime scene taking photos of the body and then doing a full body examination. Her job was best done as soon as possible, which meant no sleep for her.
Lazily, she picked up her clothes and put her casual clothes on. The phone in her pocket beeped – a meeting.
She groaned under her breath, "that time already?" She walked to her office, put on her lab coat, again, and grabbed a coffee from her coffee machine. The soft hum of the machine was almost enough to make her drop asleep where she was standing. She grabbed a second recording device to record the meeting, just in case. 'This'll be a long day,' she thought while walking to the room.
7pm, she was finally going home. Her first meeting just repeated everything she already knew about the body and its murder. She offered ideas, plausible ideas she would add, for the weapon, yet the detectives wouldn't have it. And, despite the mass amount of evidence stating that the possible weapon was, in fact, a hammer and not a blunt household object – which infuriated her to no end. Luckily, she didn't fall asleep and left that meeting at 3pm. After a half an hour nap in her soft and inviting desk chair was a formal identification of the body of which she had to be present for – and they were always emotionally draining. Then, after a ton of paperwork, she was finally free to leave.
Not bothering to take off her lab coat, she left for home. Arriving at the bus stop, she waited and observing the lively city of Magnolia. Young people flooded the streets with drinks in their hands and the wish to get pulled deep in their minds. She smirked, knowing the hangover they'll get tomorrow will, most probably, make them regret the 2 minute shag they had around the back ally of some dingy club.
The bus pulled up and, due to her tiredness, she didn't realise that she'd been knocked to the ground by a drunk woman and her relatively large group of friends.
"I apologise for her, she's slightly drunk and the night hasn't even started yet," a man laughed awkwardly. She looked up, accepting the hand up. She looked towards the group of people, however it was the pink haired man that helped her up that caught her eye and, if it was any other day, she would stop to flirt hoping he wasn't a complete arsehole. Unfortunately for her, and him she smirked to herself, today wasn't 'any other day' and she was utterly shattered.
The drunk one fell stepped forward, falling onto the floor at her feet. The girl had long brown hair, which Lucy suddenly felt envious of, was wearing next to nothing, and even Lucy had to admit that the girl could get away with it.
'She's so stunning,' She thought.
"Shorrey," she slurred.
'And extremely drunk' She giggled, ignoring the weird looks from the group of people. Lucy smiled at them all, once more thanking the gorgeous man with the pink hair for helping her up before running on the bus, dodging the closing door.
They all waved her off, which she found weird. 'What kind of people wave a stranger off?' She laughed, before noticing all the curious and judgemental eyes of the other passengers, 'Today really was a weird day.' And the bus drove Lucy off home.
"Natshu?"
"Yeah, Cana?" He asked the girl he was currently holding up. Damn him for losing rock paper scissors, but he knew that Erza would slaughter him if she left her behind.
"Watsh thissss?" She held the small devise to his face, as he pushed it further back to allow his eyes to focus. It was a small black machine that looked like small MP3 player, however on further look he noticed it was the opposite. He took it off of the drunken woman, placing it in his own pocket.
"It's a recording device," He bumped her up due to the drunk girl slipping slowly further down his side. She looked left, and then right, and then left again.
"Like spies?" She whispered, Natsu chuckled at his friend, 'She usually holds her drink better than this,'he thought.
"Yeah, Like spies!"
Hello again, so that was the first chapter! Was it alright? Please review and what-not so I know if you like it. I'll aim for at least 1,000 words per chapter, hopefully more as it goes along (Fingers crossed). Warning though, I am going through my exams to get into university, I'll try to make sure it doesn't get in my way - but no promises!
Anyway, please review!
-Nindryal-
