A/N: I think I'm going to start putting my notes up here from now on. Take note, I've never developed a story so complex with mystery and evidence, I'm no medical examiner at heart, so the details are kinda sparce but I hope that you still like it because I really have tried my best! Review!
XI
Minutes later within the presumed safety of the car, Woody tried to calm a hysterical Emma down, "Deep breaths, Emma; calm down."
"I-w-want-him-to-be-g-gone-f-for-go-good," she hiccupped and bawled, showing her true, frustrated, unbearable emotions on the situation. Previously her tears had been half-joyful having been rescued from near death and for regaining her mobility, something she thought she seriously took for granted. She just let go.
Woody did not know what to do. He could not let her cry uncontrollably, for some unfathomable reason it bothered him so. He pulled her into a hug where she moved her puffy eyes to his shoulder. Rubbing her back and stroking her hair, as a friend does, he calmed her enough to look in her face, which was flushed with an eternal frown. Her eyes were swollen and her makeup was running. His heart skipped a beat as he thought her beautiful; he moved a piece of hair out of her face.
His voice thick, "We're going to go to the Medical Examiner's office. I'm going to figure out what progress they've made with the forensic evidence, and you are going to have a nice chat with Lily. Agreed?"
Taking deep breaths, Emma agreed.
"Do you still have the pill?"
"Yes," Emma shivered at the thought of nearly choking to death on it. She revealed it from a small pocket inside her white jacket.
"Put it in here and give it to me." He handed her a small plastic bag, with a tiny evidence label on it, "I'll get Nigel to run some tests on it,"
Upon arriving at the morgue, Woody and Emma received many looks from the employees, some of curiosity others of confusion. Bug and Nigel met them in the corridor, greeting Emma briefly, and excitedly start listing what forensic evidence they have found on the two dead bodies.
"I don't know, Woody," Nigel said, "Jordan has been over that crime scene again and again, asking questions, poking her nose in where it doesn't belong, you know, the regular. She hasn't found anything. No gun to match the bullets no other prints and no other DNA evidence!"
"The only information she seems to have gotten out of any of those fools is that the warehouse was transformed into a Dance Club a couple of years ago by one secretive dude. He holds "Trophy Contests", you know, who can get the most gorgeous female," Bug's eyes shifted uncomfortably toward Emma. "We can't find him. Because of Emma's testimony, all of the witnesses have been cleared except for that one fellow. Now, the only witnesses willing to give information are Emma and the two Jane Does'."
"Do you have a positive ID on them?" Woody questioned seriously.
Bug sighed, "No, we've been searching the database since they came in and there hasn't been any tips. No missing persons with their description in Boston or elsewhere."
Woody did not want to show Emma that he was apprehensive about solving the case. He asked Bug and Nigel to hold their conversation for a moment while he escorted Emma to Lily's office.
"Hey Lily," Woody greeted her, knocking on the door with a wide smile on his face, "Mind if I leave Emma with you for a while?"
"Are you serious? Of course you can!" Lily exclaimed, greeting Emma with a hug.
"How have you been?"
Emma replied "Well…"
Their conversation trailed off as Woody jogged down the hallway to the lab in which he knew they were researching the case. He reached in his jacket pocket and pulled out the baggy with the pill in it.
"Hey Dr. Macy. Nigel, do you think you could tell me what's in this?" Garret nodded his head with a slight smile at Woody's appearance.
"What is it?" Nigel asked with morbid interest. Comprehension suddenly dawned upon him, "Is this the pill. The one he used to make Emma immobile. I mean, I can't personally do anything, but, as always, I do know somebody who can. I'll send it right away!"
"Do you think he might have used it on the other bodies?" Woody asked after Nigel had returned.
"We found no trace of any narcotics or poisons in their systems. The way their bodies lay, the expressions on their faces, tell us that they were completely mobile when they died." he informed Woody.
"It seems Emma is one lucky lady," Jordan said sarcastically, entering the crime lab.
"If you call what happened to her lucky," Woody replied coolly.
Woody expected a snide remark in return but Jordan only raised her eyebrows and kept silent.
Bug broke the uncomfortable pause, "The only thing we found on the body of Jane Doe number 1123 are short, brown hairs of a male persuasion otherwise, that room is full of Jane Doe's genetic material, her finger prints are on the walls, her skin cells and hair cover the bed. On the body of Jane Doe number 1124, we found the same unidentifiable male hairs we found on the previous body with the exception that there was skin matching the DNA of that hair under her fingernails. Otherwise, the bodies were both spotless. Cause of death for both of them was a bullet wound to the heart (two in Jane Doe 1124) which, consequently ceased blood flow to the parts of the body."
Nigel continued, "On the forehead of Jane Doe, 1124, we also found cerebral hemorrhaging consistent with a fall, after death. In the hallway leading to the room of Emma Duncan, bloody shoe prints matching the blood of Jane Doe 1124. Finally, in the room of Emma Duncan, we found fibers of black cotton, most likely a sweater, jogging pants or a ski mask. There was a failure to complete trace evidence or autopsy of victim because she turned out not to be dead."
"Very funny," Woody said moodily, "There has got to be something we're missing!"
"We're sorry, Woody," Nigel's voice lowered, "Right now; we've gone as far as we can. Macy's already pushing other cases on us; it's a deadly time of year you know."
"Bug, you're needed in trace," Macy exclaimed.
Nigel shrugged as if to prove his point.