Heh... So sorry I haven't updated in awhile, like, a month. :P My excuse this time is a severe case of writer's block and 2 other stories in progress. Lol, hope u liiike it!
Over the past three days we've been investigating the missing person's case Taylor came to us with. So far, we got nothin'. We've been checking out places a mass murdering psycho vamp might be keeping his prisoner... or her prisoner, no need to discriminate. We've been to warehouses, abandoned stores and houses, and buildings in bad neighborhoods... nothing.
We've been to the crime scene multiple times over the past few days, making sure we didn't miss anything, and so far, we have nothing new. The police haven't moved anything or cleaned up, except the bodies of course. I had a feeling that whatever we need, a clue, a sign, something, to figure out where Hayley is, it's probably on one or both of those bodies. Great.
"I think we need to check out the bodies," I suggested to Mick, who was sitting beside me shuffling through some papers. Beth wasn't here, she had a story on a bank robbery to do. "There might be something on them that'll help us find Hayley."
Mick nodded his head in agreement, thought for a second, and stood up, "C'mon, the police probably haven't solved this case yet either, and if I'm right, the bodies are still in the morgue."
A half hour later we were walking through the double doors leading into the morgue in the CSI building. We had, very discreetly, came in through a window on the bottom floor and jumped down a flight of stairs leading us right into the morgue.
It looked almost exactly like the morgue in the hospital, except this one was bigger. There was a big autopsy table in the middle of the room and 4 other tables in the back of the room lined up, 3 of which were occupied. And, because a morgue wouldn't be complete without them, 2 walls were filled with rows and rows of... those things they put bodies in.
I walked over to the 4 tables and 3 bodies in the back of the room. I suspected the 2 bodies we were looking for rested there. My suspicions were confirmed when Mick pulled back one of the sheets covering the bodies, revealing half of a man, Mr. Collins. Mick did the same to the one on the right, uncovering a woman, Mrs. Collins. I took my place next to the table the body of Mrs. Collins was on and looked up at Mick. We made an unspoken agreement to begin searching the bodies.
I pulled the off the rest of the sheet from the upper half of the body, leaving the bottom half covered. She may be dead, but I was still going to give her some dignity.
I thoroughly went over her torso and both arms twice, finding nothing. I checked under her fingernails and every inch of her hand. Still nothin'.
I noticed, for the first time, the bodies weren't ripped up anymore, like the first time I saw them. They were stitched back together and cleaned of blood.
Going back to my searching, I moved down to her legs and feet. I even checked under her toenails. Heck, I checked between her toes.
The M.E. Probably got everything, but with my vampiric eyesight, I'll find things he or she missed.
It felt like an hour before I finally got to the head. First I combed through her dark brown hair. I got nothing but dried blood. With one finger I pushed up her nose and shined a pen light in the nostrils. I had grabbed the light from a tray of things that I thought were torture devices disguised as medical tools, not everyone shares my opinion. Doctors for example. Finding nothing important I pried open her mouth. I recoiled when an awful smell hit my nose, I almost puked. It smelt like death and nasty dried blood. I covered my nose and poked around, it was gross. I didn't see anything so I shut it hurriedly.
Carefully I turned her head to the right and shined the pen light into her ear. All I could see was... ear wax, ewww. I turned her head too quickly and roughly this time. I heard the sickening snap as I accidentally broke her neck. Umm, whoops.
I aimed the light into her left ear and looked carefully... Aha! I got a little bit more than ear wax this time. Yay!
I grabbed the tiny tweezers off the tray on my right and slowly inserted them into her ear to remove the unidentified object (UIO; much easier to type and less of a time consumer). I almost had it when a hand rested on my shoulder making me jump. The tweezers shoved the UIO farther into the ear and I cursed. I turned to Mick and opened my mouth to yell at him.
"Someone's coming," he said quietly, pointing towards the door. I closed my eyes and listened. Sure enough, footsteps were coming in this direction. I had been so absorbed in what I was doing that I hadn't noticed.
"Let's go," Mick urged, starting to walk towards the back door I had failed to notice earlier.
I held up an index finger, "One second."
I turned back around and set to work quickly. I eased the tweezers once more into her ear with my right hand, holding the light with my left. After a few seconds I had the UIO trapped in the tweezers and swiftly took them out of her ear and dropped the UIO into a plastic evidence bag I had grabbed from the ever so handy medical tool tray. The footsteps were only a few feet away from the door now.
I could smell the human's scent now very easily. It smelt familiar, I was sure I've smelt it before, but I have no clue who it is.
Suddenly the footsteps stopped in front of the doors and I turned to face Mick... who wasn't there. I looked around desperately for a place to hide, and ended up crouching down behind the table I was standing at.
The doors swung open and the light footsteps strode over to the autopsy table 10 feet away from me and paused. I unconsciously backed up a little and bumped into the stand that holds the tray of tools. Smoooth.
"Who's there?" A voice called out, I can vaguely recall hearing that voice once before...
I tried to think of an excuse for hiding behind a table in a morgue. An idea popped into my head and I took one of my earrings off, setting it on the ground under the table, then I stood up.
"Sorry, I was just -" I paused when I recognized Eric McKarthy, the guy from the crime scene, "-looking for my earring." I bent down, picked it up, and put it back in my ear.
"Kate?" I nodded, "What are you doing here? How did you get in?" He asked suspiciously, instinctively his hand moved to his gun.
I held my hands up, showing him I had no weapons and said, "I came here to, umm..." I tried to quickly think of something logical, but ended up spouting nonsense, "uhhh, to see you!" I finished with a big, fake grin. Great, now he's gunna think I'm a stalker.
He smiled and his hand went back to his side as I dropped mine, "How'd you get down here?"
"I get lost easily," I lied. I stepped away from the table and his eyes flickered to the uncovered bodies.
"You didn't come here to see me, did you?"
I let out a big sigh, "No, I'm sorry, I just needed to check out the bodies," I paused and added, "Are you gunna arrest me?"
Eric laughed, "No, I won't arrest you. You should have just asked me if you wanted to see the bodies."
"You allowed to do that?" I asked him raising my eyebrows.
"No... but it wouldn't hurt to let you take a quick look." He winked.
I was getting a bit uncomfortable and alternated my weight between my left and right foot. I wish Josef was here.
Eric's cell phone suddenly rang and he excused himself to take it. He left the morgue and I heard him walk to the end of the hall. I then took the opportunity and headed immediately for the back door, thinking Mick was waiting on me out there.
Suddenly there was a banging sound coming from one of the walls with the things that the bodies are in. I brushed it off as my imagination and kept walking. A louder bang sounded and I whirled around and walked over to the wall, trying to figure out which one it was coming from. After a couple more bangs I was standing in front of number 64. Ever so slowly I pulled it open, revealing a body covered with a sheet. I gripped the top of it and pulled it away, adrenaline pumping.
"Boo."
I screamed and flew backwards and landed on my butt. I stood back up to see Mick laughing hysterically.
"That was not funny!" I yelled and crossed my arms angrily.
"Yes... it... was," He said still laughing. I rolled my eyes and walked out the back door.
"Let's go before Eric comes back," I threw over my shoulder.
Mick followed me out, shutting the door behind him, still chuckling and wiping away tears from laughing so hard, "You should have seen your face. Priceless."
I hmph'd and kept walking to his car, planning revenge in my head. Oh, I will get him back.
Once we were driving he finally stopped laughing and said, "Well, I guess that was a waste of time."
"Think again, Micky." I said pulling out the evidence bag as Mick rolled his eyes at the nickname, "I got somethin'"
He squinted at it for a minute, still driving, and surprisingly didn't even swerve. Years of practice, I guess. I took the time to inspect the UIO also. It was a chip of something rough and brown-ish... it looked like wood, bark maybe?
"What is it?" Mick questioned.
I shrugged, "Iono," I thought for a second, "Let's take it to Chris."
Mick made a dangerous U-turn and headed in the direction of the lab Chris works at.
"Looks like... bark," Chris said, never taking his green eyes away from the microscope lens.
"That's what I thought it was," I said brightly.
Chris chuckled and said, "I'm pretty sure this bark is from an oak tree... a pretty freakin' old oak tree. Like, ancient."
I glanced at Mick, he was pondering this information, "How many ancient oaks are there in L.A.?" Mick asked Chris. Like he would know.
"Two." Stupid smart people.
"OK, thanks for your help, Chris! We gotta go, bye!" I waved at him and walked out the door, followed by Mick.
I could hear Chris's reply clearly from the hallway even if he yelled it or not, "You're welcome!"
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Oh yeah, heads up; This story is probably gunna end soon. Since I got other ones I'm writin'.
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