29th May 2018

"Ms. Clarke?" Sasha glanced over the body she was working on to the young intern in the door way. "Miss Morvay's next of kin just arrived."

"Right," Sasha rolled her eyes. Why did the family always arrive when she was scrubbed and wrist deep in someone's abdominal cavity. "I'll be out in five minutes." The girl nodded and went to turn out of the door. "Wait. Could you please get him a coffee, Eve?" She nodded again, looking confused, and left the room.

" 'Get him a coffee?' " Questioned the Titusville M.E., Hamish Quinn, from the table he was working over.

"He's here to identify his dead sister," Sasha sighed pulling off her gloves and overalls before tossing them into the labelled trashcan. "We can be nice to him, you know." Hamish grumbled but said nothing more.

The office in Titusville was very different to the cold laboratory style office back home. However, it only had two rooms. The room filled with paperwork and one lonely, ancient, computer. And then the room that Hamish was currently working on another victim that also housed the body of Miss Annabel Morvay in the cold store cabinets. Sasha much preferred her set up at home. A separate waiting room and three different theatres, one of which was solely used for viewings.

Jacob Morvay was a stringy, lean type of man. Similar to Spencer but missing the endearing charm of Spencer's lithe limbs. He was wearing simple clothes that happened to be at least two sizes too big and his hair was shaggy around his face. Large, sad eyes watched Sasha as she walked into the room. His hands shaking whilst holding the polystyrene cup Eve had handed him.

"Mr Morvay," Sasha smiled warmly at him and held open her hand out. He stood and weakly accepted her handshake. "My name is Sasha Clarke, we spoke on the phone." He nodded quickly and took his hand back from her.

"So is it really her?" His voice was weak and he wouldn't meet her eye.

"That's why we've called you here." Sasha nodded softly. "We need you to confirm her identity."

"But you called me -"

"I'm so sorry, Mr Morvay, I know this is the last thing you ever want to spend your time doing," Sasha reached out and placed her hand on the man's forearm for comfort. "Unfortunately, the lady we have does match the description the police gave of your sister. " He nodded and eyed her hand suspiciously causing her to carefully remove the contact. "So, if you'd like to follow me?" Sasha made sure to give the awkward man enough space as she held the door into one half of the lab open.

Once inside the room, Mr Morvay became eerily still. His eyes, Sasha noticed, trained on the large metal table covered in a blue sheet. They were always blue sheets, Sasha sighed. Sasha stood in line with the body's shoulders. Looked a final time at Mr Morvay to ensure he was prepared for what he was about to see, he nodded, and she gently reached over to pull pull top corners of the blue sheet down in tandem to the middle of the throat. The young girl on the table was effortlessly beautiful, even in her current state. She had very long, platinum blonde hair that Sasha herself had carefully washed free of the dirt, blood and leaves she'd arrived with. Whilst her eyes were now permanently closed and under her lids now milky white, they had once been a shocking green. Sasha had seen the remains of the colour while she prepped the body and on the photographs the police had provided. Tiny, almost invisible, scars showed that the perfect button nose and high cheek bones were the work of a highly skilled plastic surgeon. Just as her plump lips had been filled with chemicals to give her her model looks. Sasha had seen worse. It looked like she'd known when to stop. Or had been stopped before she could go any further.

"Yes," Mr Morvay spoke slowly. "That's Annie." He turned away now, and Sasha quickly covered the girls face once more.

"I'm so very sorry for your loss, Mr Morvay." Sasha's words were some she'd unfortunately had to say many times over her career, but each time, she'd meant them. She was sorry. "Shall we?" She held her hand out back to the office, Jacob Morvay took the invitation and quickly left the room. By the time Sasha caught up with him, he was dry heaving into one of the small paper bins, sobbing and gasping for breath. "Can I get you some water?" He shook his head. "If it's any consolation, your sister was well when she died. She was cared for, and her death would have been quick." She couldn't say painless, but Annie Morvay wouldn't have been able to register the pain associated with the blow to her head for long, if at all.

"I know it's late, Penny," Sasha sighed answering her phone without even a 'hello'.

"Well if you know why haven't you left?"

"Because I'm on a case and there's a surprisingly good take out that delivers," Sasha waved across the room at Eve, her assistant for the day, as she left for the night.

"But you haven't ordered from them." Penelope Garcia was watching her. Some how - she wasn't entirely sure how.

"Who ratted?" she sighed chucking some paperwork into her bag and grabbing her coat. It wasn't entirely cold out, but it wasn't warm either.

"My lips are sealed. Anyway, not why I was calling -" Sasha heard the rapid clicking of a keyboard. "Movie night,"

"Well I'm a little busy right now." Sasha held back the chuckle as she turned out the lights of the office and let herself out into the cool night air.

"No - not tonight!" Penny hushed. "When you're back - I'm thinking chick flicks, I'm thinking pop corn, a litre or two of ice cream. I'm thinking - Sash? You still there?"

"Yeah," She mumbled, her eyes trained on a movement in the shadows at the end of the carpark. Not that Penny could see her. "I'm listening."

"Okay so -" Sasha tuned out the ramblings of the tech, trying to get herself quickly into the rental car with it's temperamental lock. A shuffle alerted her that someone was out there, and they were moving. The lock wouldn't give, the door handle still uselessly moving, leaving the door jammed in the side of the car. Someone grabbed her shoulder, pulling her backwards. She tried not to make a sound as she hit the floor. Pen recorded all of her calls. If she shouted, called out, or said anything other than useful information, it could hide something important. She was on the floor now, and one solid kick to her gut had her swearing. But she'd seen those shoes. Today.

"Jacob." she spat out between blows. "This isn't-"

"Shut up, witch." His voice was laced with more venom than a viper as he delivered a final blow, swiftly breaking both Sasha's phone and wrist.

Spencer was looking back at files. His eyes screening every millimeter of every photograph. Every syllable of every word. Looking for something - anything that would help them. Prentiss was sitting across from him, doing the same until the shrill beeping of her phone stopped them. At this point, it could be anything.

"What have you got for us?" her tone was firm, businesslike, as she clicked to put the call on loud speaker.

"He- she's - he's got her - someone's got her!" The hurried and panicked voice of Penelope Garcia filled the small office Spencer and Emily sat in.

"Slow down, Garcia," Prentiss looked over at Spencer, her eyes matching his concern.

"It's my fault - I should have heard something, I was too distracted." Spencer took the phone.

"Penny?" His voice was calm and low. Training kicking in.

"Reid?"

"Who is missing?"

"Sasha" Penny cried. Spencer felt his heart racing as Prentiss dashed from the room. "He's got Sasha."