Rated: PG-13
Description: It's the middle of a humdrum day, in a humdrum week, in a humdrum month in a humdrum year…and something totally unexpected happens.
Chapter 1:
"Rinnnng", goes the alarm clock at 8:00am on a Wednesday morning. Bug and the others were getting tired of having to work this shift. They were used to working the night shifts before but the Boston PD decided that they were having too many problems with nosy Medical Examiners trying to help solve their cases and it was well known that most of the really interesting deaths happen during the night.
Bug hit the old-fashioned alarm clock with great precision and force so it stopped ringing immediately. He sat up in bed and swung his feet to the floor, where his shoes were perfectly positioned right below his feet. Some people might be thinking at this point that that was just a coincident, but all his clothes were arranged within reach of his bed. What was worse, was that Bugs breakfast was already in the toaster oven from the night before and the coffee was on a timer. This morning, he beat his record of getting ready for work in 8.37 minutes (everyone at work had their own little way of infusing some form of entertainment into their monotonous lives).
When he got to work, it was no different. After he had signed in, he went straight to Autopsy 1 where his latest DB was waiting for him. It was unusual though for there to be a DB in the morning to be this badly mutilated. He looked at the chart for clues on what to be looking for.
The chart said her name was Svetlana Yaunovitch. She was 24, not married, no family in the US. The chart also mentioned that she had been raped. Bug suddenly felt sorry he was hoping for some more drama at work, quite frequently they forgot that in order for them to be more entertained, that would mean someone would have to die.
After Bug took a second look at her, he realized that her injuries hadn't been as bad as first thought. The lacerations on her face and torso were only superficial. He knew that he'd have a hard time determining cause of death.
"Pretty Girl", said Lilly from behind Bug. She had startled him and now he was regaining his composure, which was a formidable task due to the fact that Bug had a crush on Lilly and she made him nervous whenever she got within 20 feet of him.
"Yeah, she is", replied Bug softly. He tried to push Lilly out of his mind at that time due to the fact that he had work to do.
"Bug, I found something really interesting while going thorough her personal effects and thought you'd like to see it", she explained. Bug took the piece of notepaper from Lilly and read it. There was some kind of address on it. "I asked Nigel to look up the address and he said he'd get back to me", she added. Bug knew that Lilly wanted attention from him otherwise she would have left it for him to do.
"Thanks Lilly, I was wondering if you'd like to go for a beer after work tonight?" Bug asked. He was so relieved, he'd been working up the courage to ask Lilly out for years. Lilly beamed at Bug's question, but then she quickly regained her composure.
"That'd be wonderful Bug", she said calmly and left the room. She must've been so excited because she ran straight to her office.
Bug smiled at himself and went back to the autopsy.
Bug was having a wonderful time until he was about to do the Y incision on her. Out of her
mouth came a blood-curdling scream. Bug knew that it was possible for a body to emit noises up to days after death, but when she sat up, he knew that it wasn't just escaping gasses.
TBC
I hope you all like the first chapter. Go easy on me, it's my first Crossing Jordan Fanfic. Usually I do a lot of JAG fanfic, but due to the crappy season I excommunicated myself from JAG. Thanks, From: Amanda