When we reached the morgue, after Brea managed to tear herself away from the life-sized Ken doll, Ackerman decided he would sit in the office up front with the rest of the staff. He told us that it was so he wouldn't get in our way, although personally I think he just can't stand the sight of blood.
"Look at this," Brea called from where she had been examining the only female victim, Lauren.
"What is it?"
I was off to the side looking at reports, records, and medical histories, not really bothering on heading over to where she was just yet. Whatever it was, it was either important but not worth the few steps, or it was and I happened to be lazy.
"Right here on the left side of her chest where her heart is supposed to be, is a dark flame shaped scar. It's odd," she paused, "Even for us."
Setting down the files I was looking at, I wandered over to the bodies with the faces of the victims looking peaceful---almost as if they were simply sleeping. Although, on their chests were the basic Y cut for the autopsy, yeah, that drew the illusion too far down the drain for my tastes, so I averted my sights to the scar.
"It's about the same size as a small fist," I commented, my hand hovering over the mark to prove my point and measure it for a finalized result. "See?"
She walked over to a couple of the other pale corpses, "They all have the strange mark. JD, what did you find in the files?"
Swiveling to face her, a smile crept over my lips. "What didn't I find? Okay, so, in several of the police reports witnesses stated they saw a little blond haired girl around the age of ten leaving the scene where the deceased were found. None of them ever saw her face, but her right hand was stained red. The police are looking for her, calling her a 'person of interest'. But so far with their search, they have had no luck finding her."
"So...you think this girl is the one doing this?"
"It's probable. Ideas on why though, a sign of possession, maybe she's just that jacked up in the noggin or she's anything but human but likes the appearance. I'll check a few books and try and see what is going on, if anything clicks into place and matches what is going on here. Plus I'll go through the missing persons and see if anyone reported a ten year old missing in the area from the time when this all started, fitting description given…and you can question witnesses' as well as these fine citizens' family members," I replied.
Why did I feel like this was going to take longer and be harder than it sounded?
~*~
After we finished in the morgue we thanked Ackerman, and truthfully, I think he was grateful to be away from the chilly crypt. On our way back to Brea's distasteful ostentatious car, we ran into Mulder and Scully, although, I wasn't quite sure who was who.
"Brea, you're an FBI agent?" Sam seemed confused, and yet again I go unnoticed.
Jabbing her with my elbow, I held out my hand for the keys, she just pushed it away, "Yeah, I am. Looks like you're one too," smiling, she continued, "I didn't know Director Collins sent extra agents down here."
The two shared a look that, one that said they were having one of those private conversations, like the ones Brea and I had all the time.
"Yeah Director Collins thought you guys could use a little help."
Sam's sentence came out more as a question then an affirmative statement. Now I was practically positive they were hunters, that is, unless, Brea guessed correctly and that really is the name of the director of the FBI.
"Oh yeah, I suppose he sent you guys so we'd work harder right?" Her smile widened, just barley showing her pearly whites. They seemed to squirm like ants under a microscope. "And I suppose you want our notes." Devil in Prada, anyone...
"Umm." Oh look, she broke their brains.
A small awkward moment passed causing a Cheshire grin to take residence on my face. Finally deciding to take pity on their poor noggins, I helped them out by speaking for the first time. "Well, all ya have to do is ask." Three pairs of eyes stared down at me, what a way to gain attention.
"And when did you get here?" Dean inquired.
"Well see when a woman loves a man..." Brea chuckled cutting me off, turning to her trying to force myself not to laugh. "Why are you laughing, this is a fairly serious matter. This man doesn't seem to understand the concept of how people come to be. He obviously needs this explained to him in detail possibly with charts, graphs, and diagrams," Brea continued.
Dean whom posed such a lovely question blinked confused, "What the hell are you talking about?"
"See I told you, he doesn't even know what I'm talking about. It's a sad serious occurrence when a full grown male doesn't know how people come to be," I voiced, turning to him. "I'm sorry you are lacking such crucial knowledge. Look down, you see this spot where the fly of your jeans are? That is the attacker of my part. One little slip of the rubber casing, bam, travel, search, fertilize, pregnant."
His face was a rather unhealthy purplish color, his mouth gaping like a fish out of water. Still smiling I walked over to Brea who was doubled over with laughter and gave her a shove towards the car. Getting the hint she started to move in that direction, I was moving to follow her when Dean grabbed my wrist.
"What did you just...did you just..." Mental incompetence can't even form a full sentence.
"Yes, I did just...And if you don't let go of my arm you'll regret it."
Brea, noticing that I was no longer following her, turned and caught Dean laughing, so she added her penny into the jar. "Dude, she's serious, if you don't let go you may lose an arm or worse."
He ignored her warning. "How much damage can she do, she's what ten?"
Her tone dripping with pity, "Don't say I didn't warn you."
Not waiting for another moment, I rotated my wrist, grabbed his forearm, and wrenched my arm downward. The maneuver turned him around, his grip slipping from my wrist. I slammed my knee into the back of his legs causing him to kneel. Leaning down, hovering just above his right ear with my hand gripping his arm against his shoulder blades, I whispered, "Next time you touch me, I'll rip your arm off and shove it so far up your ass that your fingers come out your ears. Okay pumpkin?"
His voice was so soft that I couldn't even hear the soft, "Uh huh."
"Good," I commented, dropping his hand and stalking off toward the car.
"I told you so, anyway you got off lucky. Last guy who touched her without permission, well he's currently on the 5th floor of New York State hospital, he has his own room and they call him coma guy," Brea's voice was faint, I felt a smirk settle its self smugly on my mouth in remembrance.
I mean what was a girl supposed to do? Invading hand going up my skirt, instinct to beat the want for God's merciful arms into him, and when he then tried to drive home, something happened and he crashed into a tree putting himself into the hospital. Ah, a memory never forgotten. I just hope Dean never forgets and stays clear.
A.N I wanna thank my lovely wonderful beta my friend gypsywoman1 for pushing me to send her chapters...