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Unforeseen

Chapter 2 – Halloween gift

After Lily left, Garret pulled the bottle from his drawer and carefully poured some scotch into his glass. The strong scent filled his nostrils and he poured the liquid into his mouth letting it burn all the way down. He couldn't live without this, it was all he had. His phone suddenly began to ring.

"Macy," he said into the receiver.

"Dr. Macy, good to have you back, we have a body here and we need you to send an ME."

"Yeah, I'll send one right away." He wrote down the address quickly.

"Oh and it really is nice to have you back." The man said quickly over the phone. It seems even the precinct had hated Slokum.

"Thanks, it's good to be back." He lied.

"Jordan there's a body for you." He teased with a grin. "I just might be willing to let you off your paperwork."

"What and miss all the fun of writing out reports?" she said smiling back.

"Well I know how much you love your paperwork, I mean we all know but I'm feeling in the holiday spirit so it's my gift to you."

"Garret it's October, what holiday? Halloween?"

"Yes, it's my Halloween gift to you." He said grinning.

Jordan left the morgue and headed out to the body, where she unfortunately met Woody. "The body's over here."

"Thanks," she muttered.

Jordan bent down to look at the body. She was a young girl maybe about 20. She had long blonde hair, and blue eyes. Jordan looked for some sign of what killed her. "Levitity has set, she didn't die here, she was dumped."

"What killed her?" he asked coldly.

"I'll know more when I get her back to the morgue. When I'm done her autopsy, I'll send the report to precinct that way you won't have to talk to me or see me again." She retorted back, tired of his attitude.

"Good," he replied angrily.

She had the body packed up and placed in the van, she got in and started driving without even giving him a backwards glance. She was exhausted and he had a tendency to stress her out and make her even more tired.

When she arrived back at the morgue, she began examining the body. The sooner the autopsy was done the sooner she didn't have to deal with Woody. If she was fast, he wouldn't even need to come to the morgue. Oh, how she missed the days when he'd come in and watch her do the autopsy, they enjoyed playful banter over the corpse between them. She remembered times when he would lean against her to see what she was looking at. It was times like these that she longed for the past, for his gentle touch, his calm voice and soothing eyes, and especially for his love. It was too late, he hated her or at least that's how she felt as she stood over the young girl's body.

"Hello luv, I checked her tox results and I can't see anything out of the ordinary."

"She was choked to death with this." Jordan held a soft pink scarf. "This was around her neck."

"Any fingerprints?" he asked hopefully.

"No, absolutely nothing that the PD can go on. No fibers, no hairs, nothing. Except the murder weapon. Woody is going to be happy about this," she muttered.

"I'll take it over there for you and tell him what you found."

So Nigel took the information to Woody and gave him the finished report. "How am I supposed to work with this? Died of asphyxiation. I need to have some clue of what happened."

"Well Jordan and I can go search the crime scene." Nigel offered. "She tried her best Woody."

"Of course she did," he said bitterly.

"What is your problem, she bends over backwards for you. She pushed your autopsy to the top of her list, not stopping until she could finish the report. She checked everything 5 times. She did everything she could and now she is willing to go and survey the crime scene again, but that isn't good enough for you is it?" Nigel was now yelling, "It's not good enough until she hurts as much as you do. You want her to suffer but I'm not going to sit back and watch you yank her around like a rag doll. You want to act like a 2 year old that's your problem but from this moment on she won't be taking your calls, doing your autopsies or your reports. Start requesting someone else. From now on unless you run into her somewhere, there will be no communication. I won't let you keep hurting her." With that he stalked angrily out of the precinct and went back to the morgue.