"Whoa! That is one gnarly smell." Jennifer said as she walked into the
crime scene with Sara. "I think it's safe to say that he or she has been
here dead for more than five days."
Sara scrunched up her nose and agreed. "It's amazing how the body can smell so bad after death." She paused and set down her field kit on the tape. "Nice smell to start your first day back at work huh Jen?" She laughed.
"Well Sara, when you have a kid, let me know if this is nothing compared to soiled diapers." Jennifer laughed and put on a pair of gloves. "Hey David."
"Hi Jen, welcome back. It's nice to see you again." He said as he pulled out the thermometer from the DB. "Liver temp is 75.4." He announced as he got up from kneeling over the body.
"What?" Sara and Jen chimed in at the same time. "David, that's impossible." Jennifer said. "Is that thing there broken? Can you not smell the stench that is lingering in the air?" She asked.
"Yes I can, and this is brand new." David spoke as he help up the thermometer.
"So that puts his death 23 hours ago." Sara said with a puzzled look upon her face. "The body smells so bad. How could the decomp have taken so fast?"
"That is left up to the both of you. I'll leave you with the body for a few more minutes before my team takes him back to the morgue. I'll see you ladies there." David smiled and walked out of the house.
"So..." Sara began. "How pissed off is Nick?"
"About what?" Jen asked as she began to snap pictures of the body.
"Him taking over my case?" She said with a smile.
"Oh that. He's okay with it I guess. He likes working solo cases." Jen remarked. "He said he can get tons of things done when it's just him."
"So I've heard." Sara quipped. "Okay, so I tend to get a little emotional when it comes to crimes committed on women, but we all have our weaknesses. Your dad didn't have to take me off of it. I should have taken a chill pill."
"It's okay. I get the same way with cases involving kids; especially now that I've got a child of my own. The sensitivity level has risen." Jen sighed. "Okay, you can take Stinky back to the lab now." Jen announced to the two coroners that were on site.
"To bad we can't crack a window." Sara mused. "For someone who's only been dead for almost less than 24 hours really smells. What could have done that?"
"Not sure, but it's really bad." Jen surveyed the living room to see if anything could catch her eye. Everything looked absolutely perfect, but to Jennifer, there was no such thing as perfect.
"This could possibly be a secondary crime scene. Vic was killed elsewhere then transported here." Sara paused. "And you know what that means." Jen nodded. "Our crime scene could be a moving one, or one that has been totally destroyed."
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"See sweetheart. This stuff is really good!" Nick exclaimed to his six- month-old daughter who was sitting in her highchair in the break room. 'But it smells like crap.' He thought to himself. Emily sat there staring at her father with a careful eye. "Come on Emily. Just eat some of it, you don't have to eat it all." Nick sighed, but he was losing this battle.
"Hey daddio!" Warrick said as he sauntered into the break room.
"Hey man." Nick said as he looked up from Emily's eye level. "Come on Em. Just one spoon full and you can have your Banana-Strawberry thingy." Nick said.
"She giving you a hard time?" Warrick asked as he grabbed a Snapple from the mini-fridge. He picked up the container from the table and commented. "Macaroni Beef. No wonder the kid doesn't want to eat. It smells like wet dog food."
"Jen says she likes it, but she doesn't want to eat it while I'm feeding her." Nick replied as he moved the baby spoon near Emily's mouth. Emily moved her head away and made a little noise. "Okay, I give up." Nick sighed as he handed Emily her bottle. "I know you won't turn that away." Emily smiled as she reached for her bottle of milk. "Kids." Nick huffed. "Pickiness starts at such a young age."
"So how's the case going?" Warrick asked as he took a swig of the cold beverage.
"We have some leads, but that's about it. Brass is in the field doing some interviews, and I'm waiting for Em's babysitter." Nick said as he washed out the plastic bowl and put it in Emily's diaper bag.
"Hello my princess!" Grissom said as he walked into the break room. Emily perked up and her bottle fell from her mouth and hit the highchair tray, spraying milk onto it. "And how is my Emily today?" He asked with an animated voice. Emily slapped her hands on the tray and bounced up and down in the seat.
"Someone's excited to see you." Nick griped.
"What's your problem?" Grissom asked as he pulled up a chair and sat next to his grand-daughter.
"She's being fussy and won't let me feed her." Nick whined as he sat down on the couch.
"That's because she's a big girl now. She can grab her spoon you know." Gil announced.
"Yes I know that, but the food doesn't go in her mouth. It either goes up her nose, in her hair, or in her ears. She hasn't quite gripped the tasks of finding her mouth with the spoon yet." Nick expressed.
"That will come soon enough." Grissom paused as he stood up. "Greg wanted me to tell you that your DNA is ready."
"He couldn't come tell me himself?" Nick asked with sarcasm.
"That's Greg for you." Warrick remarked.
"Warrick are you going anywhere?" Nick asked.
"No. Why?" He asked.
"Can you watch Em for a while. I'll be back before her sitter gets here." Nick spoke as he rose from the couch.
"Yea sure. I'll teach her how to count cards." Warrick joked.
"Funny!" He laughed turning towards to his daughter, then leaned down. "I'll be back in a while sweetie. Be good for Warrick." He kissed her forehead and she smiled. "That's my girl." Nick beamed.
"Go; before your head gets any bigger." Warrick laughed.
Sara scrunched up her nose and agreed. "It's amazing how the body can smell so bad after death." She paused and set down her field kit on the tape. "Nice smell to start your first day back at work huh Jen?" She laughed.
"Well Sara, when you have a kid, let me know if this is nothing compared to soiled diapers." Jennifer laughed and put on a pair of gloves. "Hey David."
"Hi Jen, welcome back. It's nice to see you again." He said as he pulled out the thermometer from the DB. "Liver temp is 75.4." He announced as he got up from kneeling over the body.
"What?" Sara and Jen chimed in at the same time. "David, that's impossible." Jennifer said. "Is that thing there broken? Can you not smell the stench that is lingering in the air?" She asked.
"Yes I can, and this is brand new." David spoke as he help up the thermometer.
"So that puts his death 23 hours ago." Sara said with a puzzled look upon her face. "The body smells so bad. How could the decomp have taken so fast?"
"That is left up to the both of you. I'll leave you with the body for a few more minutes before my team takes him back to the morgue. I'll see you ladies there." David smiled and walked out of the house.
"So..." Sara began. "How pissed off is Nick?"
"About what?" Jen asked as she began to snap pictures of the body.
"Him taking over my case?" She said with a smile.
"Oh that. He's okay with it I guess. He likes working solo cases." Jen remarked. "He said he can get tons of things done when it's just him."
"So I've heard." Sara quipped. "Okay, so I tend to get a little emotional when it comes to crimes committed on women, but we all have our weaknesses. Your dad didn't have to take me off of it. I should have taken a chill pill."
"It's okay. I get the same way with cases involving kids; especially now that I've got a child of my own. The sensitivity level has risen." Jen sighed. "Okay, you can take Stinky back to the lab now." Jen announced to the two coroners that were on site.
"To bad we can't crack a window." Sara mused. "For someone who's only been dead for almost less than 24 hours really smells. What could have done that?"
"Not sure, but it's really bad." Jen surveyed the living room to see if anything could catch her eye. Everything looked absolutely perfect, but to Jennifer, there was no such thing as perfect.
"This could possibly be a secondary crime scene. Vic was killed elsewhere then transported here." Sara paused. "And you know what that means." Jen nodded. "Our crime scene could be a moving one, or one that has been totally destroyed."
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"See sweetheart. This stuff is really good!" Nick exclaimed to his six- month-old daughter who was sitting in her highchair in the break room. 'But it smells like crap.' He thought to himself. Emily sat there staring at her father with a careful eye. "Come on Emily. Just eat some of it, you don't have to eat it all." Nick sighed, but he was losing this battle.
"Hey daddio!" Warrick said as he sauntered into the break room.
"Hey man." Nick said as he looked up from Emily's eye level. "Come on Em. Just one spoon full and you can have your Banana-Strawberry thingy." Nick said.
"She giving you a hard time?" Warrick asked as he grabbed a Snapple from the mini-fridge. He picked up the container from the table and commented. "Macaroni Beef. No wonder the kid doesn't want to eat. It smells like wet dog food."
"Jen says she likes it, but she doesn't want to eat it while I'm feeding her." Nick replied as he moved the baby spoon near Emily's mouth. Emily moved her head away and made a little noise. "Okay, I give up." Nick sighed as he handed Emily her bottle. "I know you won't turn that away." Emily smiled as she reached for her bottle of milk. "Kids." Nick huffed. "Pickiness starts at such a young age."
"So how's the case going?" Warrick asked as he took a swig of the cold beverage.
"We have some leads, but that's about it. Brass is in the field doing some interviews, and I'm waiting for Em's babysitter." Nick said as he washed out the plastic bowl and put it in Emily's diaper bag.
"Hello my princess!" Grissom said as he walked into the break room. Emily perked up and her bottle fell from her mouth and hit the highchair tray, spraying milk onto it. "And how is my Emily today?" He asked with an animated voice. Emily slapped her hands on the tray and bounced up and down in the seat.
"Someone's excited to see you." Nick griped.
"What's your problem?" Grissom asked as he pulled up a chair and sat next to his grand-daughter.
"She's being fussy and won't let me feed her." Nick whined as he sat down on the couch.
"That's because she's a big girl now. She can grab her spoon you know." Gil announced.
"Yes I know that, but the food doesn't go in her mouth. It either goes up her nose, in her hair, or in her ears. She hasn't quite gripped the tasks of finding her mouth with the spoon yet." Nick expressed.
"That will come soon enough." Grissom paused as he stood up. "Greg wanted me to tell you that your DNA is ready."
"He couldn't come tell me himself?" Nick asked with sarcasm.
"That's Greg for you." Warrick remarked.
"Warrick are you going anywhere?" Nick asked.
"No. Why?" He asked.
"Can you watch Em for a while. I'll be back before her sitter gets here." Nick spoke as he rose from the couch.
"Yea sure. I'll teach her how to count cards." Warrick joked.
"Funny!" He laughed turning towards to his daughter, then leaned down. "I'll be back in a while sweetie. Be good for Warrick." He kissed her forehead and she smiled. "That's my girl." Nick beamed.
"Go; before your head gets any bigger." Warrick laughed.
