Chapter 2: Massachutes state medical examiers office

Summary: Sabrina turns a few heads at the morgue.

Woodrow's POV

I drove down the interstate, my temper calming; Sabrina put on her head phones and looked out the window. I remembered the day she was born, 34 hours, that's was all my mother needed, back then she was a single mom, two kids, working two jobs, the last thing she wanted was a stubborn, self righteous daughter, who preferred playing baseball rather than Barbie's. I guess that comes with having two older brothers, I guess Cal and I were to blame for the boyishness of Sabrina, who in the last three years had become a Avirl Lavigne look-a-like, punked-out brat that didn't talk much and when she did it was a smartass retort. I guess that the cancer did something to her; she used to be happy, funny, and bright. I guess Jordan saw me glance at her threw the rearview mirror, she chuckled.

"She's just charming Cowboy," she stated, "she looks nothing like you." She added as an afterthought.

"We have different dads," was all I said simply, hiding the pain that welled up inside of me. I had never mentioned a lot about my home life in Kewaunee to Jordan, I hoped she would leave the subject alone. I hoped to high, it was Jordan, she couldn't leave anything alone.

"You do? I always pictured you with the all American family, you know, apple pie and ginger ale, two story houses and parents that have been happily married for thirty years, 2.5 kids and a big golden retriever named Tucker, oh, and a big oak tree in the backyard..."

"Okay Joe, I get the idea." I said a little snappishly, she just smiled and looked out the window.

"Hey Opie," Sabrina said pulling off her blaring headphones.

"Yes Sabrina?" I mumbled, Jordan smiled.

"Opie? I was always partial to Farm boy myself." Jordan said with a wink

"Princess Bride huh, rock on." She threw Jordan a warm smile to Jordan and turned back to me. "Anyways, Wood, when do I get to see the sights huh? I'm bored." She complained.

"Brina you've been in Boston twenty minutes, anyways I have a job to do, I have to stop by the morgue then to the precinct." I said checking my rearview mirrors as I switched lanes.

"That's cool, you can just drop me off somewhere and I'll meet you back there." I shot her a quick but angry look.

"Huh-uh I can't leave you at Kmart for longer than fifteen minutes without you playing OO7 with a bag of Cheeto's let alone leave you alone in Boston for the day... you'll get yourself killed." I muttered Jordan was stifling a laugh; she covered her mouth with a slender hand.

"I have a newsflash for you Sparky, I'm seventeen, I can take care of myself." She leaned back, throwing her feet onto the passenger side headrest.

I sighed as I pushed her feet off of the leather seats with my free hand. "You'll have to stop by the morgue with me, and get your feet off of the seat, that's Corinthian leather!" I muttered some words under my breath and looked over at Jordan who was pretending not to hear, I didn't Blame her, no one wanted to get in the middle of a Hoyt family reunion... not a pretty sight.

"Oh" she said with a snort, pulling a magazine from her backpack and flipping threw the pages idly. The rest of the trip we were silent.

When I pulled up to the morgue, Sabrina had already unbuckled her seatbelt, slung her guitar case over one shoulder and was climbing out. "So this is where they keep the dead people?" she asked staring up at the tallness of the building "Wow Woodrow... we ain't in Wisconsin anymore... this place is huge!" she exclaimed with delight, looking around at the various people and attractions that littered the street.

"Oh, the excitement will wear off, believe me honey, Boston ain't all it's cracked up to be." Jordan fallowed me inside threw the revolving doors. I threw a wave to the security guard at the front desk and pushed the elevator button, when I noticed Jordan giving me a wry look.

"What?" I asked impatiently, she let go of all the laughter that had been caught up in her throat.

"Forgetting someone?" she managed to ask in between fits of giggles, I looked around, Sabrina was nowhere in sight. I raced back outside, nearly tripping over myself, to find Sabrina standing where I left her, gazing up at the sky, I grabbed the collar of her Black AC/DC Jacket and tugged her toward the door, she leaned backwards, trying not to fall as she stumbled backwards, I threw her in the waiting elevator where Jordan stood, holding it for us.

"Damn it Sabrina Elizabeth Hoyt I do not have time to baby sit your willful, spiteful little ass, you wanna go play, do it somewhere else, I have a job, keep up." I spouted out, trying to keep my composer. She just laughed in my face, as always.

"Chill Spark, no worries I'll be out of you're hair in a few days, god what the hell is the matter with you? You were normal three years ago," I should have held on to her collar, because the second the elevator chimed and the doors parted she was skipping down the hall. Looking out of a frosted window here, shaking hands with someone there.

"Sabrina!" I shouted after her, giving chase leaving a Jordan doubled up and breathless with laughter, behind.

Sabrina Hoyt's POV

I skipped down the Hallway excitedly, stopping hear and there, just leaving enough space so 5-0 couldn't catch up. I immediately saw the 'Private' sign and stopped, allowing my wayward brother to catch up, struggling to breathe. He grabbed a hold of my arm as if I would take off the second he reached me, he knew me well.

"Well?" I asked throwing him a expectant gape, pulling free of his hand.

"Well what?" he asked, still out of breath.

"Introduce me to you're new friends." I demanded looking around for his new girlfriend or 'Co-Worker' as he called her, yeah right, I saw the way they looked at each other, it was more they just didn't know it yet, she must have gone off to her office or something, she wasn't in sight.

"Alright, I'll introduce you to the three stooges, C'mon," he took my arm and led me into a room, I guessed was for autopsies and the like, it smell like (excuse the PUN) death. I lifted my hand to my face "uh, what is that smell?" I inquired with a disgusted voice.

"Formaldehyde," he answered casually, "Cleans out the sinuses, you'll get used to it." He lead me into an adjoining room, wear two, strange looking men sat, one was short, Indian descent maybe, he was holding some bug in a pair of tweezers, exclaiming it closely. The other man was tall, black hair, odd looking.

"Nigel, Bug." Woody said, his voice raising an octave. "This is my sister Sabrina Hoyt, keep your finger's away from her mouth." I turned to Woody, looking him in the eyes.

"Hey Wood- quick, watch the hand" I held out my left hand, he gazed at it as I twirled and twisted it in different directions, then with the right, when I was sure he was paying attention to my left hand, I smacked him upside the head.

"Aw!" he yelped in pain, "What the hell was that for?" he asked rubbing his aching head.

"Being a smartass." I replied simply, turning back to the men that stood speechless, I held a hand out for them to take.

"Nigel Townsend." The first one said without hesitation, smiling, then with his thick British brogue, said laughing. "Look Bug, we've finally found someone to keep Woodrow in line!" the Indian laughed and held out his own hand.

He told me a name I couldn't understand, and then said simply "Call me Bug."

"Why do they call you Bug?" I had to ask curiosity swallowing courtesy. He looked at me with deep dark eyes and whispered.

"I like bugs." He waved a finger at a desk which was covered with books, pictures, and specimens of different beetles and bugs and butterflies.

"Figures. So you like, study bugs?"

"Yeah"

I gave him a big smile "That ROCKS, hey can a cock roach really live a week with it's head cut off?" I asked, he answered yes graciously "Ew, I've always wanted to say that after I saw that Orkin commercial, I asked Woody, but he's afraid of anything that crawls, spiders, beetles the works..."

Woody cast a sardonic smile and grabbed a folder off of a desk; I had just sat down when I saw the most beautiful creature coming towards us. I stood back up "I'm guessing that is stooge number three?" I asked unable to move. Woody put his hand on my head and pushed me back down on the vinyl chair. "Well aren't you going to introduce me?" I whimpered. He smiled, I hated that cynical, howdy-duty smile, and it got on my nerves.

"Hi," the guy said to Woody, I could just stare, he was wearing latex gloves and baby blue scrubs, the other two smiled knowingly and wandered off,. I managed smiled sheepishly

"Hey Peter, got anything on the O'Malley case?" my brother asked casually, I cleared my throat loudly and grabbed his hand hard. He squirmed and smacked at me until I let go.

"Peter," he said sighing, giving in, "This is my sister, Sabrina, Sabrina this is Doctor Winslow, a Medical examiner here." He stated loudly, trying to make his point clear. I tucked a stubborn bit of hair back behind my ear.

"Hi D-Doctor," I stammered, he smiled, I like that smile, it gave me this warm feeling in the pit of my stomach. "So," I tried in vain to make conversation. "You like cutting up dead people?" Damn it, why did I have to say that? Me and my mouth again, going to get me in trouble.

"Sure," he said with a confused look glazed in his eye, turning to Woody, "I got time of death as Two thirty to Four yesterday morning, COD was blunt force trauma to the head, she bled out, and she was on an incline so she was hit, found where she fell." Woody nodded, looked down at the file and making a few notes.

"Thanks Pete." He left, leaving me and Woody.

"So, he was hot, you must really enjoy working here, hot guys, and that M.E. what was her name Jordan... you got the hots for her." I stated the obvious, his head shot up and he jabbed a finger at me.

"I do not have the 'Hots' for Jordan, she is my friend, my Co-worker, not my girlfriend, but you will treat these people with respect... understand Sabrina!" I knew what to say next, I new he hated the whatever; it would totally piss him off.

"Whatever." I stated obnoxiously, smiling in a mock sweetness, standing to look at a chart of Bugs that was plastered to a wall, and just as he was about to yell at me, a lady walked into the room, all lawyer looking, pretty as a picture, except that determined, hounded, you better watch yourself, expression plastered on her face, soft brown curls framed her pale face.

"Detective." She said in a irritated tone, "I need you on this O'Malley case, if you wanna elope with doctor Cavanaugh do it on someone else's watch, you have work to do." She turned to leave, as she did she spotted me, looking me up and down.

"Who the hell are you?" she asked with a self righteous grunt.

"Who the hell are you?" I retorted before Woody could stop me.

"Miss Walcott this is my sister Sabrina Hoyt, Sabrina this is A.D.A. Walcott." She looked at me like a dog that's had its bone taken away, I returned the look.

"Hoyt, keep your sister in line,"

"Who the hell are you to be barking orders at my brother?" I asked her, stepping up; she might scare a lot of people, not me.

"I have news for you daisy duke," she said with a scowl, "I'm the A.D.A. and if I don't feel like your brother is doing a very good job I have a right to yell at him... now I will repeat myself Hoyt, get your sister on a leash before I do something I regret."

"No one abuses the brother but me!" I yelled after her, as Woody grabbed a hold of me, my newly acquired enemy sauntered out the door.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Woody scolded, "You want to kill me don't you, I'm going to get fired and evicted and then I'll have to move back in with Mom and William, then, you'll be able to torture me 24/7, this was all a plan wasn't it... I'm going too- ." Before he could finish three figures filled up the door. Nigel, Bug, and Jordan.

"That was Brilliant!" Nigel yelled joyously, running over to hug me. Jordan was laughing; Bug was watching the departing figure of D.A Walcott. "Love," Nigel said, a huge grin wreathed his face. "You're my new best friend!" he hugged me again.

"Boy," Jordan said smiling and patting me on the back. "You must have some brass one's in those panties, no one's had the courage to stand up to the wicked Witch Walcott like that."

As Nigel let go I felt, a searing pain in my side, sweat began to fall down my face, I felt hot and dizzy, the room spun, 'that's not normal' I considered to myself as I leaned against the desk for support. I could hear some concerned voices, but they all sounded so far away... I, just need to sit for a minute... I thought before feeling a extreme blackness fall over my eyes, that's the last I remember of that day.

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