xfc: New: Irresistible II; the Evil Within Part 3a of 19a and b by Joylynn Wing
Joylynn Wing
Irresistible II; the Evil Within.
by Joylynn Wing
alj...@a-znet.com
Part 3a of 19 a and b
Scully looked over at the crowd of agents mulling about carefully,
trying to find any evidence that they could to bring the UNSUB
down. She swept her hair behind her ears, her eyes narrowing
slightly in the bright light of the sun.
After they had gotten the call, Agent Barton had tried to convince
Scully to stay back in the office since her presence wouldn't be
necessary out in the field in lieu of the other highly trained
techs that would be out at the scene. Scully, had of course
refused, since she often did field work while consulting for
autopsy.
Agent Barton was clearly not pleased with her refusal to stay
behind, but Scully heeded it no mind. As Agent Barton set about
finding someone to finish her reports, Scully could hear Barton
trashing her behind her back to other agents, well within Mulder's
ear shot, but he had been oblivious to the whole situation. She
could see what Agent Barton was trying to perpetrate. She could
have Mulder, if he was consenting, but to go after her
professionally was a whole other matter.
Then to add insult to injury, normally they would take their own
transportation over, not being reliant on others when the need
arouse for motility, but Agent Barton had insisted they ride with
her, and Mulder had agreed, quite out of character. They had
nearly left, before Scully had finally found them and as a result,
Scully had been relegated to the back of the sedan, fighting her
way through the masses of clutter which inhabited there. Mulder
and Barton had conversed the whole one hour trip there about his
building profile of the UNSUB, without any regard to Scully at
all. Once they had arrived, Agent Barton had appropriated Mulder,
saying to Scully, " You can help catalogue the site, " as if she
were some simple tech on the job as she grabbed Mulder and began
to walk away.
Beneath the black material of her carefully cut jacket, she could
feel a rivulet of sweat roll down her back between the pale
skin of her shoulder blades. She brought her jacket sleeve
to her forehead, and wiped a dewy brow. She tucked in the notepad
which had been furiously written on much earlier in to her deep
pocket. In spite of her growing annoyance with Mulder and
Agent Barton, she still had a job to do and she took that very
seriously.
She stood up slowly, the hem of her overcoat, swinging behind her
with her movement. The wind stirred once again blowing her already
mussed hair out of place. She took a deep breath and rolled her
shoulders back, attempting to rid herself of the tension which
resided there. ' I wonder what Mulder is up to? '
She looked about, but for the life of her she couldn't see her
partner or his appendage. She stepped back from the woman and
walked over to the lead technician, who she knew was keeping the
log for the crime scene. She studied the man carefully as he
finished up his notes. He was blond, tall with broad shoulders
and the deepest brown eyes she had ever seen. ' Why couldn't I
fall in love with a nice man like that? ' She knew the answer
to that. From the moment that she had met Mulder, she knew there
would be no other.
" Where is Agent Mulder, " Scully asked as she took off her gloves
and put them balled up into her pocket. She looked about once
again, trying to pick out his tall frame amongst the masses. She
then tucked a sweat dampened strand of hair behind her ear, and
shifted her weight side to side, the chunky heeled shoes that
she was wearing, beginning to bother her lower back slightly.
After a moment the tech looked up from the log and looked
about, " I'm not sure, He was here a few moments ago with SAC
Barton. " He looked over towards the white van, which had just
pulled up on the dirt road. " The van is here, " he informed
dispassionately, " do you think that we can remove the body at
this time? " His face was stoic, his eyes cold and empty. In
spite of his pretty boy visage, the day to day workings of his
job, had hardened his heart.
Scully arched a slender eyebrow and brought her hands on to
her hips. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She tilted
her head slightly to the side, her hair falling across her
face, " She is not a body. She is a person. And even though she
is dead, she still deserves the respect that you would show her
in life. Is that understood? "
The technician lowered his head, in realization of what he said.
He nodded slowly and replied softly, " Yes, Ma'am. May we
transport her to the morgue? "
Scully nodded and searched the crowd once again. " Yes, I believe
so, but let me confer with the lead technician first. " Scully
walked over to the cluster of five or so cars, making her way
carefully over to what was the field command center. As she
searched carefully, she slowly began to realize not only was Mulder
no longer there, but the car that she had arrived in also was
missing. ' Mulder... You didn't... Jesus, how could you? ' She
stepped up to the agent who was coordinating the field movements.
" Have you seen Agent Mulder? " Scully asked as she shoved her
hands into her pockets, knowing full well what his answer was. He
had dumped her. Just had he had done before. He hadn't done it in
quite a while, since the very obvious shift in their relationship,
so the knowledge ate away at her soul.
The blond woman looked up from the map that she had been marking.
Her deep blue eyes searching Scully's face carefully. She took
of her gold rimmed wire glasses and pinched the bridge of her
nose in concentration. " He and SAC Barton left a while ago.
SAC Barton said that she had spoken to you and that you were
aware of the change of plans. "
Scully sucked in a deep breath and squared her shoulders. ' Agent
Barton strikes again. ' " I see... " She replied as she stepped
slightly to the side, turning her face from the younger agents
view. If she was angry before, she was now livid. She was stranded
out here in the middle of nowhere, one hour outside of the city.
' This has to stop, Mulder. This has to stop right now. I don't
care * what * you have going with that woman, but when you start
* this * disrespectful behavior, I will put my foot down. ' Scully
slowly walked away from the now dwindling masses. She watched
intently as the van slowly rolled away, the white vehicle bumping
violently down the rock encrusted road. The sounds of loons and
the whistling pines, now heralding the retreat of the victims
last repose.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
FBI Regional Office
Syracuse, N.Y.
Post Mortum Examination Bay
1630 hrs
" Dana Katherine Scully, pathologist. This is my autopsy review
of the fifth victim, Jane Doe 22. " Scully turned off the micro-
phone and wiped her brow with the soft cotton of her white lab
coat. The room was kept cold, as per protocol but the chill of the
environment escaped her as she felt the perspiration collect upon
her hair line and roll down upon her furrowed brow like a steady
rain. She knew that the cause of her distress was not illness in
nature but rather due to a sudden drop in her blood glucose level
from not having consumed any food in as many hours as she could
remember. The soft cotton felt cool and soothing upon her heated
skin and she breathed a sigh of fleeting relief.
She looked about the room as she rolled her head to release the
painful tension that resided there. The room was a standard exam
bay, several curved spotless tables designed to hold and remove
bodily fluids gracing the center of the room. There were glass
cabinets, which lined the outer sides of the room full of various
jars and other implements. The air was thick and saturated with
the smell of various preserving fluids and Scully could already
tell that she also stunk of the chemicals which she inhaled.
She stepped back alternately rolling each ankle now clad in white
scrub shoes. She had put scrubs of a soft raspberry color on with
a standard white lab coat over top. She wore a scrub hat and
OSHA goggles, which obscured the puffy red orbs of sunlit blue.
Scully was tired. Hell, she was exhausted. After she had finally
hitched a ride back to the field office, to do the autopsy on the
woman in question, she discovered that the attending pathologist
on call, the head of the department, had already prepared to do the
exam himself. He had refused her entry until he had concluded it.
Now this was * highly * against protocol. She had been consulted
to come in and do the exams, but from the attitude which the
supervisor had displayed, she could tell that he was extremely
insulted by the implication.
Scully had ended up waiting, in the bullpen, for several hours
for Mulder to return, looking like a real ass since it had already
gotten around that Scully had been dumped by the both of them.
Stuck with the underlings without leadership since SAC Barton was
MIA, she ended up reviewing the results that the lead pathologist
had produced before, for the umpteenth time on the other victims,
hoping vainly that she would catch something that he missed.
Because she was the next highest on the case, she was also left to
handle the tons of paper work which now accompanied the latest
victim. The personal items had revealed that she might be Elizabeth
Striker, of North Syracuse, but until next of kin could come in and
dental records were confirmed, she would have to remain Jane Doe
22. In short Scully had had a long day, locked up in the office
and she wasn't pleased to say the least.
Scully pulled back the white sheet which was draped over the
corpse. In the harsh light of the bay, Jane Doe appeared even more
ashen, her lividity more pronounced. The light shone off of the
stubble of her bare scalp, revealing it to be of a soft brown
color. Scully found herself struggling to maintain concentration.
The long hours that she had put in, mixed with the anger that she
felt, now really beginning to wear her thin.
She turned back on the overhead microphone and began to conduct
her post mortum exam, trying to will away the past afternoon's
events to concentrate on the task at hand.
" This is a woman, in her middle 20's to early 30's. She is 63
inches in extremis, 76 lbs. in weight. The discrepant weight
on a well nourished woman of this stature, due to avulsion of
both upper extremities, both being clean and precise in nature.
First impressions, hair shaved from scalp, no other facial wound
noted. "
" The body is clean, due to washing post exam, thus hair and
fiber collection is too late at this time. Surmising that
initial exam did collection of trace evidence. Will check to
confirm. "
" Distinguishing characteristics; there is a sutured y incision
from the first autopsy, running from neck to pubis symphysis. From
the assault, on the torso, there are two deep, clean stab wounds,
from right to left. The first measuring... " Scully bent over and
measured the wound with the clear ruler, " 4 inches in length,
the second... 6 inches in length, circling the left breast. " She
then put the ruler back down upon the implement tray and
continued, " It cuts through the ribs and intersects the heart
region.
" The cause of death is determined by the number of broken vessels
in the eyes. She died of strangulation; corresponding bruising on
the trachea substantiating this. " Scully then rolled the woman
over to examine her posterior, Scully's slight body carefully
bending to prevent further strain on her back. The woman finally
came to a rest with a thud on the stainless steel table. " No other
significant marks noted except for drag marks which run the length
of her legs, the edge of her heels, and a small ecchymotic area,
definitely pre mortum in nature where a small needle mark can be
visualized in the right Gluteus Medius. "
Scully then rolled the body back on its posterior, the chill of
the corpse passing through the latex and causing a momentary chill
to pass through her. She then grabbed a suture remover and said
informatively, " I will begin the internal exam by removing
the previous sutures. " As she said that she bent over, and began
to carefully remove each and every precise stitch, all of her
worries fading away with the art of her craft.
The room was deathly silent, except for the soft, keening hum of
the cooling units and the soft breathing of the silent red head
which filled the cold, dank air and wafted softly out into
the open hall where dim lights illuminated shadows of spirits
seeking retribution for all the wrongs perpetrated upon them.
Irresistible II; the Evil Within.
by Joylynn Wing
alj...@a-znet.com
end part 3a of 19a and b
see part 3b of 19a and b
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