Lieutenant JG Ollie Bergmen - What Does The ME Say?

[CPT Arianus]

(( Holodeck 4, Deck 3, USS Artemis-A ))

( Yvress Park Motel, New Annecy County, IL )

Constable Bergmen just sighed and accepted his fate.

Bergmen: At least the ME Office is shared. ::sighs and smile:: So, since this will obviously be a joint task force by the end of the day - as you can see, detective, our part of the scene pointing by its cleanliness is a mere dumping ground and not the original crime scene. First on scene was our deputy at 8:36 AM, following the 911 call from the receptionist at 8:22 AM. ::turns page in notepad back:: The receptionist found the body in the pool in the morning during her morning rounds before the end of her shift, but as she testified, she saw the victim's clothes and belongings, along with the shadow in the pool already before midnight, when she went to refill the ice. But back then, she didn’t think much of it. (beat) Found at the scene were a towel, clothes - no blood marks - a wristwatch, a wallet with five Franklins, a driver's license, and two credit cards. So there goes the robbery theory. You?

Natasha flipped open her notebook with a flick of the wrist to jot down a few additional notes.

Cole: Since robbery was unlikely a motive, and the body was beheaded I am curious at what the ME will be able to tell us. Such as why there was no blood at the crime scene. Even if they were decapitated elsewhere, there should be blood evidence with the body.

Even if stated obvious, Detective Cole was voicing a thought that had already taken root uncomfortably in Constable Bergman's mind. And he didn't like the direction his thoughts were taking.

Bergmen: No, Cole, don’t say that word aloud or DEA will hear you and take this from our hands before we even can say "murder"...

Ollie stretched his neck to impatiently peer past the nearby deputy at the parking lot.

Bergmen: C’mon, where is the old man? He should have been half an hour ago. God, help me if he took a wrong turn somewhere again… He will be my death one day…

Natasha nodded and silently flipped through a few pages of her notepad. Complaining about their Medical Examiner didn't seem like something that would be did not seem helpful, nor would it hasten his arrival.

Cole: After speaking with several guests of the motel, no one else saw anything or even heard anything alarming. A few complaints of couples ::checks notes:: conducting a headboard symphony. Outside of that nothing out of the ordinary.

The report earned a frown from Bergmen, who let out a heavy sigh. He glanced at the body floating in the motel pool, at the SID technicians, before returning his attention to Cole.

Bergmen: Like, if anyone here ever stated anything useful, ever… ::glance around the pool:: Declare it as a cold case? No? Ok.

Cole: Anything like this come across NACSO’s desk before?

Constable shrugged his shoulders.

Bergmen: Not in my year as a Constable, nor anything seemingly similar in three year…

Whatever Ollie wanted to say was drowned out by the noise behind them.  In a voice that drowned out his own. In a voice that Constable Bergmen didn't recognize.

Davidson: Hey, men, do you see that jumpsuit? Suitcase? Badge? N-A-M-E-O. ::glance in direction of Ollie and Natasha:: Hey, any chance for a deputy around who can read?

Bergmen turned in the direction of the voice, and for a moment, he couldn’t comprehend what he saw. Yeah, the red jumpsuit was correct, patches too. Even the badge the guy was waving was the same as the one their ME had. But the face definitely wasn't their usual between sixty-n-grave ME.

Funny enough, as Ollie looked at him, a part of his mind even wanted to ask for his ID to check if the guy was old enough to drink.

Bergmen: ::waves at Deputy:: Let him through.

ME exchanged a few knowing glances with the deputy and stretched out beneath the boundary tape.

Davidson: Jay Davidson, ME. ::offers hand::

Bergmen: ::shakes a hand:: Constable Bergmen. ::gesture towards Cole:: Detective Cole, NAPD.

Cole: Response

ME shrugged and glanced toward the pool. His smile widened even more. Immediately, he stepped closer, put all his things away, and started putting on gloves.

Davidson: Ah, flotter. Ok, let’s go to fish the body out.

Ollie nodded to the SID technicians and glanced at Cole to see what she thought about their new guest, but said nothing.

In the meantime, ME extended the tarp next to the pool and helped the technicians with the body get it up and onto the tarpaulin. He wasted no time and began cutting the foil the body was wrapped in and examining what lay concealed within.

Bergmen stood in place for a moment, waiting for ME to call them closer, but then gestured to Cole to go and stepped closer. Davidson must have had eyes looking back, because he started talking once they were near.

Davidson: Ok, this will be a little nut to crack. I can safely tell you now that I will not be determining the time and cause of death here, so you will have to wait for the autopsy.

Bergmen: So, what can you tell us, doctor?

ME pulled back the edge of the wrap foil in the area of the neck.

Davidson: Your unsub knew how, but lacked the experience. ::points to the cut:: It was done by some sharp, long blade, but as you can see, there is a notch on the spine. So they didn’t take it in a single stroke. ::glance from Bergmen to Cole:: It’s a sign of a lack of practical experience, as firstly, they lead with a stroke from the frontal side, and secondly, when they decide to strike frontally, they do not use enough strength.

Cole: Response

ME moved to the hands and picked up one to check.

Davidson: I would say it’s workable for prints. ::glance back to Cole:: And again, take a look. Unsub was clever enough to cut and clean the nails, and throw the body into the body of water, but then - they wrapped the body in a stretch foil before they disposed of the body. Yes, still, it’s chlorinated water, but that stretch foil probably saved a lot of what would otherwise have been lost…

Ollie nodded and took the fingerprint scanner from the SID technician. A couple of beeps later, the scanner showed the face, and Constable frowned.

Bergmen: Hmmm… ::shows screen with identification to Cole:: Not whom I would expect. Face sits with that driving license, but name… familiar, right? (beat) Just… I know that name from somewhere... You?

Cole: Response


TAG/TBC

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