"This your first day on the job, kid?"

Cracked a Jefferson Parish cop from the sidelines of the yellow ribbon. Whilst the helpless, miserable agent continued throwing up the contents of his earlier lunch. Chris glares at the beady-eyed bastard. Making sure to hawk a gob of vomit tinged spit in his general direction.

"Holy crap, Chris!"

Came Gregorio's panicked voice. She rushes over to him and lays a comforting hand on his back. He hears Pride not too far behind her. So much for keeping under the radar as far as his colleagues were concerned.

"What's going on? ..Do you need to go to a hospital?!"

Her overreaction only making the situation worse. He knew she meant well. But now was not the time for hysterics. He waves her off.

"No, no I'm fine, really"

"You don't look "fine" "

"Gregorio!" he snaps inadvertently. That's when Pride made his way towards the duo. What a nightmare.

"Chris, what happened?!"

It was now at this point that his fuse was at its shortest. He growls under his breath.

"Dammit, enough!.. Just stop askin' how things are, already"

Just as he was getting back to a normal, standing position. He spots Loretta and Sebastian bringing up the rear. Certainly in no mood for the coroner's inevitable mother-henning. He pulls the brim of his hat down, once again, and retreats from the scene.

"What the Hell was all that about?"

Gregorio asks. Her New York accent really cutting in thick. Dwayne shakes his head. He was just as puzzled as she was. They hear their former lab rat, turned forensics agent, in the midst of a debate with the seasoned morgue worker. Something about aliens.

"Loretta, listen.. They're real, okay?.. Don't believe me, go to the observatory and see for yourself…"

She rolls her eyes, but humors the nerdy little tech. "Whatever you say, dear". She chuckles softly. Sebastian instantly notices Chris's absence. Loretta, of course, following suit.

"Hey, where's Chris?"

He asks. Although it wasn't directed towards anyone specific. The coroner's expression seemed to grow more uneasy following the tech's question. She was always the one to jump to the worst possible scenario. Although, this could partially correlate with raising two former troubled foster sons.

"Left just a bit ago. He's been acting a bit peculiar lately. But won't say a word to myself or Gregorio".

Pride responds, his tone suggesting he was frustrated that one of his team members was keeping things from him. Then again, it wasn't his place to pry.

"I'm sure he'll come around, Dwayne. Maybe there's just a lot on his plate right now, we're unaware of".

Loretta stated. Sure, her words were of great consolation. But didn't necessarily mean they held any validation. There was no telling whether he would open up to anyone about what was going on. However, there was work to be done. Chris would just have to take a backseat.

"Well as far as our Navy officer is concerned.. Loretta begins. "Looks like a deep stab wound to the chest. Punctured his heart, damaging surrounding vital tissue and arteries. He bled out and died within a matter of minutes.. Judging from the early stages of rigor mortis, I'd say TOD was around 1, maybe 1:15".

Pride nods and thanks the coroner for her findings. Sebastian worked the finer details of trace evidence, while Gregorio handled photography. Still, Chris's odd behavior gnawed at him. Just like with Hamilton, he couldn't just let this go. He claps once to get the team's attention.

"Alright, have the body transported to the morgue. Run a tox screen to rule out any illegal substances in his system, and I'll meet you there shortly".