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Chapter Seven

Deputy Medical Examiner Dr. Fernando Morales was elbows deep into a corpse when a curly haired woman along with Sergeant Sanchez came into the medical examination room being chased after by his secretary. Taking out the man's lungs, he weighed it, as he was listening in to the conversation going on.

"Ah, there he is," the woman said, her English accent had him studying her all the more. "You said…"

"He's clearly busy!" the woman almost screamed with her frustration.

"But this will take only five minutes," she said to her, as both of them went over to grab a mask each to cover their mouths. "And the sooner I speak to him, the sooner you can curse my name once I've left."

That had Fernando laughing and calling out, "Leave them be, Carol. I'll speak to them, as long as they promise not to get sick in here."

"I can do that," she answered, as she joined him while she was looping the elastic onto her ears to keep the mask on. She looked down at the body of the young man that was there, feeling so heartbroken at the site. Cherry colored lips and cheeks denoting a possible carbon monoxide poisoning. "Was it self-inflicted?"

"It's beginning to look that way," he muttered, as he pulled out the man's heart to weigh. "But you didn't come here for him. What can I do to help you?"

She opened up the medical report and held it up in the light for him to read. "Can you please explain that to me?"

He paused what he was doing and read the report. "The man this report is about took ecstasy while drinking heavily and passed out in his own vomit." He looked over to her. "He was there in it for at the most ten minutes before he was discovered and the people tried to help him attempted to resuscitate him. They did, but too late. He has some brain function, but according to his doctor he'll never be anything outside of being the man you saw at the rest home."

"Did the consumption of the ecstasy in addition to the alcohol cause the man to become ill and pass out or could it be only the liquor?"

"I can't know without testing," he told her.

Smiling kindly to him as she put down the report, she said, "Thank you very much, sir. You've been a big help."

"You're welcome," he murmured with a grin of his own. "But you forgot something."

"What?" she asked him, patting down her pockets as if to see if any of the things she was carrying fell out of them.

"My name is Dr. Fernando Morales."

Her face went pink. "And I'm tactless, otherwise known as Hermione Granger." He grinned, something that could be seen in his eyes more than the rest of his face as it was covered in the mask. "It was lovely to meet you."

Chief Will Pope drifted into the Priority Homicide squad with a young couple walking behind him. Brenda was on the telephone with Sanchez at the time, taking note of the way that Will was deferring to them at every opportunity. Who was this young man and what was he doing there with Will of all people? Finishing up the phone call, she took down the name and passed it along to Gabriel to do a background check on Jack Green's family, as was as a more in depth check on the man himself. There was something there that they weren't aware of yet, she was sure.

Hanging up, she went out to the main bullpen and went over to where they were.

The tall bald man looked over to her, his plastic ever so political smile was in place. "Chief Johnson, just the person I was looking for."

"Really? Then it's a good thing that I'm here," she answered, looking toward the young couple. "Aren't you going to introduce our guests, Chief?"

"Of course," he said. "This is Lord Harry Potter and his wife Jenny…"

"That's Ginny," the redhead corrected. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Johnson…"

"And that's Chief Johnson," Brenda was the one to correct her this time around, but no less gently than the other woman had Will.

"They're here about Lady Potter's brother," Will told her. "They want him released into their custody immediately."

She was silent, as she looked over to Harry. The resolve was clear on his young face that he was going to be getting his own way, whether she liked it or not.

Fritz, who had been off to calm down before saying goodbye to Brenda and get back to work, was brought up short by the sight of Harry Potter and his wife being there at the offices. He went over to stand next to Brenda, saying nothing. He held up a hand as if to delay any sort of speech, as he looked towards Brenda and nodded off to the side.

They went off to her office, closing the blinds. Speaking for a time, Brenda went back over even as Fritz went over to Tao. The bald Asian nodded and began typing rapidly. Meanwhile, Brenda invited the young couple over, not to her office, but rather an interrogation room. Will attempted to have them pulled out, but Brenda put her foot down.

"Whether you like it or not, Will, they are witnesses," she told him. "And I need to know exactly what they know. And as for Lady Potter's brother-in-law, he's still in the drunk tank with charges pending, as we speak. Yes, they may not be the murder charges, but they are still charges. And no, I won't make them go away just because you are being pushed to do so. We're a democracy, Will, not a monarch. Ron Weasley is going to have his day in court."

He took a breath, asking, "Done?"

She was quiet a moment, saying, "Yes."

"Good," he answered. "I was going to tell you that even though it's pretty clear that the man had nothing to do with the murder in question, his blood alcohol levels at the time he was booked were far surpassing the legal limit." His eyes flicked over to Harry and Ginny going into the interrogation room "Let them know they're not in England anymore."

Nodding, she answered, "Yes, sir."

Brenda went into the interrogation room with Flynn in tow. Smiling broadly, she sat down across from them.

"I've been meaning to speak to the both of you as you are also witnesses in my murder investigation," she said, looking from one to the other. "My name is Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson and this is Lieutenant Flynn." She studied them both a moment and saw that they looked rather nervous.

"Where's Hermione?" Harry asked, looking towards the door as if he expected her to be coming in any moment.

"She's doing some foot work on the case with another one of my detectives…" she answered only to be cut off by the man's wife.

"We're only here to pick up my brother and leave," Ginny said, her voice hard as she told her as much.

"I am sorry to say that your brother is currently facing charges outside of this investigation, Lady Potter," she answered. "And as such he won't be going anywhere soon."

"Ron…" Harry started only to have Brenda shaking her head no.

"He was drunk way past the legal limit, proceeded to start verbally abusing my officers and then took several swings at them before vomiting all over one of my lieutenant's pants and shoes," Brenda cut off Harry, who's eyes went wide at those words. "Now I need to ask you some questions about my case and my murder victim, who was killed in the garage right below your room."

"Do you…" Harry put a hand on his wife's making her stop talking, but not before Brenda knew exactly where she was going with what she was saying.

"Perhaps the question you should be asking is if I care who you are?" Harry swallowed thickly even as Ginny's eyes went wide at her words. "You may be a lord and lady where you're from. And whereas we might care slightly, we don't care to the extent of allowing our laws to be subverted. We have bigger fish to fry and I don't have time at the moment for mollycoddling your egos." The truth of the deputy chief's words hit them hard. "Welcome to Los Angeles."

TBC…

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