Three Reasons
AN: Have you guys ever wondered why out of everyone Steve seems to be in Max's autopsy lab the least. Well, I have a theory and this story revolves around them. This is slash so if no likey don't read it. This is unbetaed so if there are any mistakes my bad.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Nope still not mine.
Where's the Head?
Steve McGarrett did not like dead bodies. Yes he was a highly trained and decorated Navy SEAL and a member of the member of the Navy Reserve. He had braved all sorts of dangers and unforgiving elements on insane missions with his unit. He'd shot and killed people considered a threat to the government without batting an eye. Hell, he'd bought a knife to a gunfight and come out on top. He was a BAMF and he knew it. But, all that aside he hated dead bodies. They creeped him the fuck out.
He entered the autopsy room, finding Max hard at work. The first thing he noticed was the corpse's chest splayed open like a twisted version of a J. Crew catalogue. "So what have we got?" He couldn't help but look down while Max spouted information as if reciting a grocery list as he poked through the woman's organs.
"Okay, so the bullet wound didn't kill her."
"Precisely." He stated before he started examining the woman's liver.
"Max…this body had a head when I last saw it," Steve stated, looking with bemusement at the neck stump.
Max looked up from his task of extracting intestines. "Oh! Yes well I noticed—as I said upon initial examination—the bone of her skull was depressed around a certain point. But the wound was too obscure, so I boiled the head after shaving it of course." He gave a small chuckle after his last statement.
"You…what?" Danny asked in disbelief.
Max pointed.
Steve turned his head slowly—like all victims in horror movies—and his eyes fell upon a large pot across the room. Inside that pot was a boiling head. He stared at the pot, seeing the steam rise and hearing the gurgling of the roiling water. This was beyond fucked up.
A timer went off, flooding the room with an annoyingly shrill beep. "Ah, I believe it is ready."
He observed in repulsed shock as Max sauntered over to the pot, a pan and pair of tongs in hand. He used the tongs to withdraw the contents. Steve stared at the steaming, dripping wet gray boiled brain held by the man. The only things missing were a creepy castle, lightning, and evil organ music. He felt his stomach turn.
Danny made a sound in the back of his throat, looking as if he were about 10 seconds from beating a hasty retreat.
Max set the pan holding the steaming brain on the autopsy table. "Which do you prefer? Right or left hemisphere?" He asked, mischief glinting in his dark eyes.
"Really Max?" Steve asked, feeling his stomach flip dangerously.
Steve exited the autopsy room, stomach churning. Next time he saw a headless corpse on Max's autopsy table he was going to immediately walk out and ask for a report instead. He was not going back into Dr. Frankenstein's lab again.
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