A/N: So, I decided to make this a chapter-type thing instead of a one shot. But I had issues writing this chapter, so if it feels like worthless filler, tell me! I can take it! oh, and sorry it's short.

Emerson Cod never remained case-less for long. Shortly after leaving the Pie Hole, he was contacted about the recent death of Dr. Cathy Henderson.

Late last night, Dr. Henderson was on the third floor balcony of the Papen County Museum, admiring the display of the rare dinosaur skeleton that she had helped dig up. Unfortunately, she had been admiring it while leaning too far over the railing, and she fell, unpleasantly impaled by the very bones that would have propelled her career to new heights. The accident was called in by Dr. Jonas Daniels, who had been with her at the time, and he had tearfully recounted the tale to the emergency operators. The Papen County Police Department had taken Dr. Daniels into custody, as was normal procedure, but he was expected to be released soon after questioning.

"I don't really see what I can do about this," Emerson said, still admiring the thick fold of money handed to him.

"I don't believe it was an accident," Dr. Thomas Lane said. "I think that Dr. Daniels pushed Cathy over the railing." His eyes were beginning to tear up, and he held his hat over his heart for a moment.

"Ahh, well," Emerson mumbled. "That's a different story. Well, I can get back to you after we—examine the body, and I can offer you my theories after then." He picked up the phone, and rang the number for the Pie Hole.

Dr. Lane nodded, and after an awkward silent moment he took a few steps back out of the office. "You'll tell me when you get an update?"

Emerson nodded.

Still on the phone, he resisted the urge to wave the man away before he walked out silently, and was also irritated that no one was picking up. He wondered if there was still any rhubarb crunch left at the Pie Hole, and since he was already going to swing by there, he might as well have another piece. Or two.