AN: Thank you all for your kind reveiws. I hope you have enjoyed reading it. I intend to introduce at lease Sara and Warrick in the next couple of chapters. Please review if you read it.
CHAPTER 4
So this is what a morgue looks like! It smells like a hospital.
Gil and Nick stand on the other side of the table. I am standing beside a bearded older man with the nicest blue eyes I have ever seen. He is discussing my death with the two CSI's.
"As David said, cause of death was this laceration to the throat; sliced almost all the way through. Whatever was used wasn't strong enough to go through the neck bone." He pointed to my neck as he spoke.
"Al, Any idea what could have done the damage?" Gil asked him.
"What ever it was had a straight edge. You can see where the instrument hit the bone. No jagged edges. I would guess we are looking at a very large butcher knife, or possibly a small sword or machete." Across the table Nick and Gil nodded.
"What about signs of sexual activity?" Nick asked. "We found seminal fluid on the bed sheets."
"From the bruises on her body and the vaginal tears, we are definitely looking at rape."
"Have you taken prints of nail scrapings yet?" Gil asked.
"Not yet. If you or Nick could do the honours I will continue with the Y incision." Robbins turned around and grabbed a scapple. I know where this was heading.
"I'll get the scrapings and the prints, Gris." Nick walked over to the bench and grabbed a few items and walked back to me. I came and stood beside him as he started.
He picked up my left hand just as Al started the incision. It was weird. I could actually feel where the knife was cutting into me. It wasn't painful, it was just… cold. At the same time I could feel where Nick was holding my hand. That felt warm. I decided I much preferred that feeling and concentrated on that.
Nick placed a stick under one of my nails and scrapped. What he collected was placed in a brown packet. He repeated with the next finger. I closed my eyes and concentrated on that feeling. I could actually feel his fingers on my skin. Not as strong as if I had been alive, but I could feel what finger he was up to. His hands were quite soft actually.
Ouch! Careful Nick, don't scrape so hard. I may be dead but it still hurts a bit.
He finishes scraping under my nails and starts to print my hand. Again this was much more pleasurable to what Al Robbins was doing. I look up just as the doctor pulls something out of my chest cavity. What the hell is that!
"Liver is normal weight." Don't look at that, concentrate on what Nick is doing. Yes, gentle Nick, kind Nick, hunky Nick. Is it wrong to have a crush on a living person when you are dead? Talk about unrequited love!
He finishes with my left hand and goes around to the other side of the table and repeats what he just did on my right hand. Again I close my eyes and concentrate on the warm feeling his work generates in my hand.
"OK, I'll run this up to the lab and get started on some of the tests." Nick places my hand back on the slab. I can't help but notice the little pat he gives the back of my hand as he walks away.
"Make sure the techs realises this is a priority. I have a bad feeling about this one." Gil advised as Nick got ready to leave.
Nick nodded and left the room. I look back at Gil and Al and seeing Al's hands in my stomach cavity I decide I might just stick with Nick. I walk towards the door and go to push them open. My hand slips right through the door. Cool. I walk through the door and stand in the hall. Nick has already gone. Great! How am I supposed to find him now? I turn left and wander down the hall peering in windows as I go. No Nick.
OK, it worked for the car. I close my eyes and concentrate on Nick. When I open them I am in a different part of the building and Nick's back is retreating from me. Yay. Being dead is so cool. I follow Nick as he leads me through the corridors from the morgue to the Crime Lab.
