A/N, thanks to all my reviewers! Enjoy this one just as much as the rest! And thanks to JTBWriter for pointing out how awful the formatting was with this, I still don't know what happened, but I will be checking the quickedit/preview thing now before I post.
The alarm clock rang entirely too early. She got up and stretched thinking of all that had happened the night before. She fished out some food from her fridge and slapped a few pieces of bacon onto a sandwich before sticking that into a ziploc baggie into her oversized purse. After the food came the autopsy report that was sparkling perfect, with no sign of who killed him, aside from the DNA that they were waiting on for a hair that they found on the body, and there was nothing that the DA's office would could find fault with. She parked her car in the garage, taking utmost care that the large frame didn't hang out of the parking space. She headed to her desk, grinning when she saw the staff badge that had been placed there, albeit with a horrible picture of her, but she didn't care. Underneath the badge was a tall stack of reports waiting for her initial. Did Slokum do anything, or had he waited for Garret to come back to do any paperwork?
Garret. Sometime last night he had changed from Dr. Macy to Garret, and it was a funny thing to think about. He wasn't a bad guy, and according to him wasn't married, which was always a good sign, the apprehension on staying was a little off putting at first, but that he did stay was a good sign, he either was single, unafraid to dine with coworkers, or unafraid of what his girlfriend would say, if he had one. She headed up to the break room to stash her sandwich as well as deliver the autopsy report back to him, with her signature, only if the DNA results showed anything would she have to re-initial it.
She stopped by Garret's office, surprised at just how quickly he had switched in her mind from Macy to Garret, last name to first, usually it took at least two dates, or knowing him only by his first name for her to call a guy by that in her mind. She knocked twice on the door frame before walking in. He looked in and gave her a small smile. "Here's you're file back, pass it on to the cops or whatever it is exactly you do with these things before they catch the guy. Get the DNA back yet?" He shook his head.
"Nigel's working on it now." Her eyebrow piqued.
"Nigel. Science guy right?" He nodded.
"Real gadget buff."
"So your financial records show." He smiled slightly, and briefly. "Right, well have him stop by when he gets his results back." He nodded and the lapsed into an awkward silence. "I'll be going then. Szia." He looked up confused and she laughed. "Sorry, live in a country for a decade, hard to stop using that language." He grinned. "See you." She walked out and back down to her office. She found a tall lanky man with long black hair standing in her office, well, if she could call it that, she was already starting to claim it as her own, even if it was the crypt. She had her own section of it, and it was her own personal space. "You must be Nigel." She said, and he nodded, handing her a file, shifting nervously. "You look like you're scared of something. All the dead bodies creeping you out?" She grinned and he relaxed somewhat.
"No, no, it's nothing." He lied and she kept her grin plastered on her face. She knew she looked like she was about to eat him, the same predatory grin a lion has when it knows it has it's prey trapped. "Forensic scientist, real gadget buff as I understand it." He nodded.
"That'd be me." He said, and edged for the door, trying to slip out. She gave him an excuse to leave after sitting and opening a file without dismissing him. There was something amusing about the ones that she got to be almost scared of her, she had read the file on Nigel, and Slokum had seemed to have it in for the poor boy, he had every right to be nervous, but it wasn't her job to fire the staff, just report what they did. It was ultimately the Garret's, and the DA's decision who stayed and who went. She leaned back in her chair as she read over the DNA analysis, matched no known criminals who had DNA on record and it was not the victim's, it was from a blonde hair and it was most definitely male. She put it aside to stick back in the folder that was currently in Garret's office, and started on the rest of the stack of files that awaited her signature.