Rodgers had taken on Claire Kincaid's autopsy as a last gesture to a colleague, now she wished she hadn't.
She hesitated a moment then knocked on Adam Schiff's door.
"Come in," his graveled voice commanded.
"Well to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" he asked.
"I thought you should look at this report before I file it."
He read where she had pointed. "Rewrite it!" he said angrily.
"But"-
"No one needs to know she was pregnant when she died!"
She nodded, took the report and left.
"Especially not Jack McCoy or Lennie Briscoe," he added as he poured himself another scotch.
