Author's note: I don't own FF8 or its characters. This story is AU.
Just Another Night on the Job
"Good evening, Dr. Trepe."
Quistis smiled at Rinoa who was manning the front desk. "Evening, Rinoa. Where's Hypatia? I thought she was covering the front desk while Sara was on maternity leave."
The brunette grinned at her. "I offered to cover for her since Zell wanted to take her out tonight. I'd get back there if I were you. It looks like it's going to be a busy night."
"Thanks for the heads up."
Graveyard shift was always interesting, especially when you were the coroner, and tonight she was the only medical examiner on duty. Most of the time there was at least one other M.E. around. It tended to be a good thing, especially if Quistis got caught up with some sort of administrative hassle. The one thing she disliked about being a shift supervisor was the amount of paperwork she inevitably ended up with. Quistis quickly changed into her scrubs and headed down to the morgue. She entered the room to find all the tables full. It was going to be a busy night. Quistis pulled on her gloves and got to work.
She had several bodies to deal with. It didn't take her long to dive into work, and before too long, she was so absorbed in it that she had lost track of time.
"What have you got for us tonight, Lady Death?"
Quistis grinned at the pair of detectives standing in the door. "Your suspicious death was simply a heart attack, Almasy. Are you loosing your touch?"
"Hey, that was the rookie's call, not mine." Seifer shot back.
Quistis just grinned and waved them over to the table. Seven of them who'd grown up in the same foster home had ended up working together as adults. Between the original groups and their various friends and significant others, the graveyard shift almost completely consisted of them. Of course, given that their foster father was the current lab director, perhaps it wasn't surprising that all of them had gone into some part of law enforcement.
She and Seifer bantered over the other two bodies he had sent in. They were oldest of the crew and had always been close, even if some of the time it was close to killing one another.
"So, are you ready to get your butt kicked at the annual PD versus Lab baseball game?" Seifer smirked at her.
"And who has won for the three years, hmm?"
"There were extenuating circumstances!"
"Of course there were." She handed him the autopsy report. "Here you are."
"Thanks, Lady Death. Can I take you out from breakfast after shift?"
She shook her head, glancing up at the clock on the wall. "Thanks, Seifer, but I'll be taking off in about fifteen minutes. I've got court tomorrow."
"Rain check then?"
"Of course."
He waved as he headed out. Quistis finished putting away her equipment and filled out the last few forms left before she shut down the computer. She flipped off the lights with sigh and went to change clothes. Just another night on the job.