"Your victim died from poison ivy." Goren nods walking towards the body, touching the hand. "Could you at least wear gloves?" Rodgers asks, trying to brace out the words evenly and calmly.
"What about these lesions? They don't match the poison ivy, the colors wrong."
"Not sure, but the cause of death was the ivy." She didn't mind when Eames came, somewhat quiet, embarrassed by his overbearing tactics and zealous control. But him? It was a miracle she hadn't found herself stabbing him with a scalpel.
"Could you find out?"
"Right away! The six other bodies I have stacked up they can just wait right?"
"Come on Goren let's go." Like clockwork Eames playing mother.
