"Doc." Sara said plainly walking into the morgue.
Sara's mind was frantic.
A name is a name. It might not be his wallet. It might be someone
with the same name. Then again, it might be him.
"Hi Sara, I thought you and Grissom where at the crime scene." He said
quizzically, while not paying much attention to Sara's presence.
"Yeah, well, Grissom wanted me to check out the DB while he was at the crime
scene, time saving." she said tactfully, moving closer into the room.
"Ok, well, here's Mr. Letts" He said bringing her round to the table. He
removed the sheet mid-way down the body.
He hadn't been dead long, the skin was pale, and he smelt heavily of liquor.
'Bushmills whiskey…" she thought to herself. He always drank that. She had
always concluded that he drank the expensive stuff to hide the fact that he'd
lost his job.
In the end all we have is outward appearance, we can only be what others
imagine us to be. If a person drinks expensive liquor, naturally you assume
that he has money.
Appearances can be deceptive.
Sara's eyes locked on the body. Out of all the dead bodies she had seen in her
life, this one was probably one of the only ones that she knew when 'it' was
alive.
It was him. No doubt about that. No doubt at all. She would recognise that face
anywhere. She saw it all the time. It never went away. His face never went
away.
It was attached to every smile, every frown, and every thing she felt. Every
rape victim she saw clarified his face. This was probably the closest she'd
ever been to him. She had always kept her distance.
"So, what happened?" she said, finally looking up from the body.
"I thought there was a witness?" Doc Robbins said in question, slightly
confused at her reactions. The way she looked at the body reminded him of what
new graduates look at their first dead body. Usually right before they vomit.
"It pays to be observant," she said distantly, still staring at him.
If eyes were the windows to the soul, her body was empty.
"Well, he was shot in the thigh," Doc Robbins said, as he uncovered the body,
and indicated the wound.
"But that didn't kill him," she said, irritated, and frowning. "What about the
head wound"
"Sara, are you on this case?" he questioned. Apart from being confused, he was
also irritated.
"Why?" she said quickly.
"You don't seem to have all the details." He said finally, searching her
expression. Unfortunately, in his job, it was hard to read facial expressions.
Well, facial expressions on a person with a pulse.
She scowled at him, "tell me about the head wound."
Although Doc Robbins was feeling aggravated by her behaviour, he decided
divulging the cause of death might be the quickest way to get her to leave.
"Well, from what the guys said who brought him in, the woman shot him, he
stumbled backward, and hit his head on a dumpster." He said.
Sara continued staring at the body. Her face was full of contemplation. Doc
Robbins could recognise that expression, it was one Grissom usually held before
suggesting a theory, or alternate theory.
"There's no mystery here Sara, I think what happened…. happened."
"Was it painful?" Her voice was again, distant.
"What?" Doc Robbins was ultimately shocked by her questions. He'd only been
asked that question a few times before, mainly on mass murderers, and child
molesters.
"Was the way he died painful!" She shouted.
"Possibly." He stared at her, and decided he better elaborate. "Bullet tore the
dermis through to the femur bone. As for the head wound, well, massive trauma
to the occipital lobe and cerebellum causing a massive haemorrhage, although
death wouldn't have been instantaneous.
"Good" she stated, and stared at the body for a little longer before leaving.
Doc Robbins shook his head. He'd noticed she'd been acting strangely recently;
but it was best not to question her actions. Leave that to the people who know
her.
