A/N What little I know of butchering comes from buying meat and watching food TV, if I made a small mistake, please, correct me.
She had just started making headway on the never ending stack of files when the door opened again. Garret walked in decked out in scrubs, his black undershirt just peeking out beneath the collar. "Autopsy." He told her and she followed him out, getting the rundown as they walked back through the mourge. "Forty year old came in beheaded and bloody." She nodded walking in. "It's a pretty gruesome mess." He warned and she shrugged.
He wasn't joking. The man on the table had more missing than he had left. "Going to be hard to do an autopsy, there's no organs." A young Indian doctor with a British accent was standing there, she assumed him to be Bug. The two ME's rolled what was left of the body over. "He was gutted and has huge chunks of flesh removed."
"He was butchered." She said looking over the body, amazed.
'Tell me about it." Bug said, and she shook her head.
"No, like literally butchered." She took a quick stock of what was missing. "It's no cow but if you compared it, from the hips down to the thighs, he's missing flesh, that's pretty much the flank, the meat off the shoulder, the chuck, rib meat, and he was gutted and beheaded, like you butcher a cow." She looked at the man's ankles.
"Ligature marks." Garret pointed out, giving her a strange look. "How do you know that, though?"
"Spent the past ten years working in a meat market, I think I know what cuts are what, I only had to tell the stupid idiots they were cutting it wrong. Whoever did this did a good job of it, really, clean cuts. Hell, if he hadn't just chopped up a person I'd have been tempted to pack him up and ship him off to Fejes meats."
"So what do you think he's doing?" Bug asked, and she could see that he was hoping not the obvious, then again so was she.
"That's your job, I just interrupted with my own two cents." She said, backing up and writing down what they had already found. It didn't take them long to finish without much of a body to examine. She stopped by Garret's office while he was changing back into his shirt and tie and found the file she was looking for right on top of the desk. She grabbed it along with the one she had just filled out and compared them.
The pictures that had been taken had already made their way into the files and she sat behind her desk comparing them. Garret had walked in unnoticed, she was too busy comparing the two crime scenes. He stood in front of her desk and cleared his throat making her jump halfway out of her seat. "Don't do that, you could knock or something." She said putting down both files.
He leaned over her desk to see what she was working on. "These look like the same knife, it sounds like a large boning knife." She pointed out the similar marks made on the bodies.
"Why are you only here to make sure we don't screw up?" He asked as he compared the two.
"Because I flunked my way through med school." He looked at her interestedly. "Ok, so I passed med school, barely, was asked after my first year of internship to find another field. Tried another field and was told the same thing, decided to try a whole different profession. Half the reason I left the country was to escape debt collectors for student loans." He grinned.
"Know that feeling. I got married right after I started my residency, had a kid the next year, you don't make nearly enough to cover yourself much less a family on what a resident makes." She grinned.
"People think docs are rich but it takes a damn long time to get there." He nodded. "But you think these two might've been killed by the same guy?" He shrugged.
"Totally different crimes though, the one looks like a crime of passion the other was obviously premeditated. Why would the same killer do that?" She thought for a long minute.
"It takes a long time to drain the blood from a body, you usually gut it to stop contamination from the intestinal fluid right after you kill it and then drain the blood out, it doesn't go that fast, maybe he got bored while he was waiting?" Jordan came around the corner and watched the two for a long minute.
"Is this a private party or can anyone come in?"
"So long as you brought some booze you're always welcome." She laughed and Jordan walked in. Garret picked up the files, showing her what had been discovered.
"Well, if this guy killed one and butchered the other, it might be similar guys, but not nessicarily the same. You don't think our butcher could be taking lessons from Hannibal Lector though do you?"
"A cannibal?" Garret asked, and she shivered at the thought.
"Hey, we've seen some pretty weird things come through here, first time for everything, isn't there?" Jordan said, trying to not look repulsed at the thought.
"I'd think human would be a bit stringy and gamey though, ick." Jordan smiled slightly and she saw the briefest grin cross Garret's face before they started out.
"I'll give Woody a call, tell him to keep an eye out for that." She nodded and headed back to her files, trying to finally finish off a stack that she swore multiplied when left unattended.