Dinah hated morgues; she hated the smell, the sterile atmosphere and the memories. She stepped into what Helena called the stiffs cabinet room. A room with a whole lot of drawers filled with dead bodies.

"Bouche's in drawer 12, middle right," Barbara's voice answered Dinah's silent question, "Do you remember what you need to do??"

"Yeah," Dinah answered.

She pulled the drawer open and uncovered the body. A rush of nausea assaulted her as a mangled head and burnt skin greeted her.

"Ack!" Dinah closed her eyes.

"She's gonna puke," Helena's voice sang over the comm.

"Dinah, remember what I told you, breathe through your mouth and don't look at the head," Barbara's voice helped soothe the nausea away.

Dinah pulled the cover further down revealing Bouche's abdomen. She took a syringe apparatus out.

"Uh doesn't the body need to be warm to test this kind of thing?" Dinah asked looking up and staring at the wall.

"Usually yes, but I can use the sample to do a rate of decay analysis, there will be a substantial difference if he was killed in the warehouse or in the crash," Barbara replied.

Dinah scrunched her face, "Ok."

She looked down at Bouche again and inserted the syringe. "Oh, ew," she groaned as she filled the vial with red liquid.

"I'm so going vegetarian for a month!"

"But what about your favourite pepperoni deep dish with extra…"

"Helena!"

"I think I'm gonna puke," Dinah said as she turned away.

"You owe me ten bucks Barbara," Helena's voice whispered in triumph.

"No puking! Only puke when you're outside!"

Helena turned her comm. down. She only joked about it but the sound of someone retching made her queasy.

She looked up at an apartment building and then down an alley. The Doctor was in apartment 86. Not the best place to stay for a Doctor, but it wasn't the first time she'd seen a Doctor live in a dump. She leaped into the air and landed on the emergency stairwell. She found the window to 86 unlocked and open. She climbed through cautiously.

"Wow! This place is a mess!" Helena whispered as she looked around.

"What do you mean by mess?" Barbara asked.

"As in someone was here and didn't like the way it looked," Helena replied.

"Just be…"

"Careful, yeah I know."

Helena looked around while being careful around the mess, if whom ever tore the place apart was still in there, she didn't want to alert them by tripping over something. She entered the bedroom and froze in place.

"Uh Barbara, I don't think the doc is in the mood to talk," Helena whispered.

'What do you mean?"

"He's dead,' she replied.

The doctor hung from a rope tied to a fixture on the ceiling. His lifeless eyes stared at Helena. She looked away and backed out of the room. She scanned the living room for anything Barbara could use but found nothing. At the first hint of a siren she left, out the window she came through.

Jesse had just packed up and was standing near his car talking to an officer when a motorbike roared up and stopped next to them. The rider dismounted and walked towards him. As soon as the helmet was lifted away, a women's face greeted him. She was blonde with green eyes and wore a grin that made him nervous.

"Quite a bike," he commented after the police officer excused himself.

She turned and pointed towards her ride, "Yeah, Honda Valkyrie Rune, a real bitch to get imported!"

"Detective Resse, You live here?" He introduced himself.

"Pfft hardly, wouldn't catch me dead here, I'm Detective Queen," She replied.

"You're only supposed to be reporting in tomorrow partner," Reese said as he turned back to his car.

The woman chuckled, "I heard the call over the radio, thought I'd break the ice before we officially team up tomorrow."

"Huh, well we can go over the details tomorrow, scene's been processed already. Took you long enough to get here after the call," he spoke over his shoulder as he opened his car door.

She smiled and slid her helmet back on, "Yeah see ya tomorrow."

She mounted her bike and roared off.

In a garage in a small house outside the city, a middle aged man sat in his chair staring at a package lying on a table in front of him.

"They destroyed you, made you walk away from the biggest opportunity you'd ever faced," a voice said behind him.

"My w…wife left me," Tamil stuttered, his eye narrowed in anger.

"They took your life away. Now it's time you paid them back," Hammon stepped into the light behind Tamil. He placed both his hands on Tamil's shoulders.

"How?" Tamil asked.

"Fireworks my friend," Hammon replied, "Blow them away!"