Title: His Last Case

Disclaimer: Violence. Hints of slash.

POV: Alexx

Chapter Seven: Dead Body Walking
Wednesday Morning- 7:48am

I look down at the metal in front of me. Another wipe with the disinfectant towel and it's clean enough for me.

With the help of the night shift coroner I move Mr. Dixon onto the autopsy table.

"What's your story, hon?" I ask once we're alone.

Something's tugging at the corner of my mind. I close my eyes. It comes to me, a picture. I'm in the morgue. A body on the slab in front of me. But it doesn't belong to Dixon. The body isn't the right size. I pull off the sheet.

Speed.

I open my eyes. Thankfully Dixon is still the body on the table.

"You're going crazy, Alexx," I tell myself.

Picking up a pair of tweezers I fish the bullets from the head wounds. I'm not a bullet expert like Calleigh but I can still clearly tell that the bullets are different. I drop them in a metal dish.

Next I take nail-scrapings. I find what appears to be skin and maybe some dirt.

"You tried to save yourself, didn't you sweetie?"

I begin making notes on my clipboard. There are scratches on his chest. Bruises that resemble a hand print are visible on his neck.

"You put up a fight," I say.

I take my scalpel and make the 'y' incision. I find the last bullet. It goes in the metal dish with the other two. A half-hour later I stitch the poor man up. The sheet covers him again.

Humming to myself I begin placing Mr. Dixon's clothes and personal affects into bags. The bullets each go in their own little bag. None of them look the same to me.

It's close to eight-o-clock. Horatio should be stopping by soon. I left Mr. Dixon on the slab.

"Time for inventory," I mutter.

Taking a clipboard I start at the first door. On my clipboard is a list of bodies. All of which should have been removed last night. I'm checking the tenth body when I hear the door open.

"Morning, H."

When no reply comes I turn around. No one is there.

You're losing your mind, Alexx." I shake my head.

Back to the bodies. Two more down. Something metallic hits the floor.

"Now-"

As I turn a hard object connects with my head.

Footsteps. "Alexx?"

A hand on my stomach. My eyes flutter open to see Horatio bent over me.

"Don't move."

"Help me sit up," I mutter.

"Alexx-"

"It's just a hit on the head, H. I'll live. Trust me, I'm a doctor."

Slowly, carefully, he helps me sit against the body lockers. He goes to the sink, wets a towel, and makes his way back to me. He begins wiping the blood from my forehead.

"Do you remember anything?"

"I was waiting for you to come and pick up Dixon's stuff. I was doing inventory when I heard the door open. But no one was there. So I went back to working. Something fell and I got hit."

"You didn't see anyone?"

"Nope. Sorry, H."

He shakes his head. "Whoever did this had to have a badge or uniform."

"Why?"

"Because our dead body is gone. And he took his stuff with him."

Horatio helps me to stand. I see what he says is true.

"Let's get you checked out."

"H, why would someone want a dead body?"

"Someone has something to hide. And I'm going to find out who."