*3rd person*
Sid worked at finishing up the first autopsy of the day. Simple gun shot wound to the chest, a through and through rupturing the heart. The victim was a John Doe.
"Sid we have another Jane Doe." Yelled a fellow medical examiner.
"Alright put her over there" he said signing off on the John Doe lab report.
Flack put his glasses on via magnet and looked at the victim.
"Oh my god." He said grabbing on to the counter.
"Oh my god, oh my fucking god."
The other medical examiner walked over to him.
"Where was she found?"
The man looked at the clipboard, "Ally off 167 street."
"Oh my god," Sid kept repeating, "get Detective Taylor and the rest of the team."
He looked down at the body and saw a young girl. She was small, 5'1", probably not even 100 pounds. Her skin was pale, her hair black with blue on her bangs and under her hair. Her eyes were closed but she was wearing make up. The body at which Sid Hammerback was staring at was the body of Flyte Rose.
"Oh my god," he whispered.
"Sid! Sid!" Yelled Mac running into morgue.
"Oh my god," he said. "No oh my god. No!" Mac yelled going to touch her then realising he can't.
"Page everyone else and tell them to meet us in the conference room."
Sid nodded wiping a tear from his cheek.

Mac was standing at the head of the conference table while everyone else was sitting confused.
"We have some very tragic news among us," he whispered keeping his face serious.
"What's going on Mac?" Asked Flack.
"This morning... A young women was brought into the morgue. She was put down as a Jane Doe. Her identity was revealed by Sid."
He paused. "It's Flyte," he whispered, his voice choking.
Tears rushed to Flacks eyes and he quietly got up and left the room.
Danny followed him.
"Don," he whispered. Flack fell into Danny's arms. "Hasn't she been through e-fucking-nough?!"
"Don I know," said Danny holding back his tears.
"I saw her on the Subway this morning," he sobbed.
Danny held him tightly, "I know Don," he soothed tears rolling down his face. Don fell to his knees, his back against the wall his face in his hands.
"Oh my god. Poptart" he sobbed.
Don looked up, but only the devil responded because god wasn't there. And right then he knew what it was like to feel empty and cold.
And yet, he still found himself praying to a god he didn't believe in.