Liv Moore is an alabaster badass (livmoore) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-04-13 22:23:00 |
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Kitty had learned fairly early on that it was best not to question Sherlock’s antics. He had said something about a meeting, though if it was for his addiction or some random meeting with one of his irregulars or even meeting with a friend (did Sherlock actually have friends? Kitty wasn’t completely sure), and so she was left having to go to the morgue. Not that she minded. The staying busy was good for her. It kept her focused on things that weren’t the panic and terror from her dreams. The strange time issue between dreaming it’d been five years and she’d made progress to only a few months and sometimes the pain from the dream still felt as if it’d just happened.
No. Work, busy or otherwise, kept her focused. Her anger and pain was thus put towards something productive. Which meant that going to the morgue? Not as bad as it could be.
Being told the way to go, the brunette eventually found the morgue and knocked before stepping into the room. Always cold, but that’s what happened when you were dealing with dead bodies.
“Um. I’m looking for a… Liv?” She was pretty sure that was the name Sherlock had given her, but as he’d been heading out the door, he could have said something else entirely and then she’d have to deal with the lectures on how she needed to pay more attention and whatever else he came up with.
It seemed like Liv couldn’t escape dead bodies. They filled both her waking and her sleeping hours. It wasn’t that she didn’t like her job, she did. Although there was still part of her that missed the rush of surgery but she got a different rush now. She got to assist in solving murders. If she couldn’t save a life she might as well help bring closure to a life lost. But the fact that she was also a ME in the dreams, well it was a lot of murder solving. And then there was the whole zombie issue which she was trying not to think about. Doing her best to ignore. Denial was a glorious thing.
Liv was cleaning her instruments when she heard someone enter the morgue. She looked up to see a woman in the doorway. “That’d be me,” Liv replied setting her things down. “What can I do for you?”
Good. She had the right place. Or well, it wasn’t hard to find the morgue, but making sure she had the right person was a bit trickier as Kitty had no idea who Liv was and had just been told to go to the morgue and ask for her. If she’d been wrong, she would have handled it as Kitty was able to (mostly) adapt. She had her issues still but slowly was getting better with the interaction thing again. Small steps, or something.
“Right. I’m Kitty, Sherlock sent me about a body...” At least, she could only assume it was about a body since morgue. True she shouldn’t assume anything but this one was a more straightforward errand.
Oh, Sherlock. Liv was expecting him to stop by for an autopsy report on the gun shot victim. He was a John Doe at the moment. However Liv wasn’t sure if she should give it to the brunette. Sherlock hadn’t mentioned anything about sending someone else. “How do you know Sherlock?” Liv asked stepping away from the counter to fully face Kitty.
“I’m his partner. He had a meeting or something to go to, so he sent me instead.” So he hadn’t told Liv she was coming. Typical Sherlock. Send someone somewhere and just assume they’ll fall in line. It wasn’t that hard to figure out given she was asking how she knew Sherlock. “I’m Kitty.” The two were obviously both British even though she was from the North before her move to London. Though how well someone might be able to pick up on those differences was something else entirely in this area.
Liv could tell the girl had a British accent just like Sherlock, but she didn’t know enough to be able to tell the difference between the two accents. She hadn’t traveled much had never been to England. So the fact that they were from different parts was lost on her not that it really mattered all that much.
She did remember Sherlock briefly mentioning he worked with someone. “He do that to you a lot?” Liv asked with a raised brow. She was still a bit wary to just hand over the report. Instead she walked over to where his body was being stored pulling out the chamber where the gunshot victim was. “John Doe, right?” Liv asked nodding at the body. She wanted to see what information Kitty could give her just by looking at the corpse (like Sherlock did) before handing over the report.
“Yeah. I’m used to it.” And she was. Between here and the dreams, where he would send her on pointless errands in his own way of protecting her. It was… reassuring in a way even if sometimes it got tired. Still a nice feeling, that someone out there was looking out for her. The same held here, and honestly, she was at least doing something productive this time.
“John Doe.” Going over to the body, the brunette did her own basic observations. She was nowhere near as adept at it as Sherlock, but she wasn’t a novice either. “Clean fingernails, not rough, so seems more upper class, desk job and not the type to be found in the alley where he was discovered. Either attempt to mask the identity to avoid recognition, or he was doing something he shouldn’t have been. Clean wound through the forehead, so not a mugging gone wrong. It’s more professional.”
Well, Kitty seemed to know where the body was found. She was also good at observing like Sherlock. Liv could see why Sherlock enjoyed working with her. And yes it was true that the killer would also in fact know where the body was found but that wasn’t the feeling she was getting from Kitty. Liv made her way over to the file cabinet pulling out a copy of the autopsy report. “Time of death was approximately 3:30 this morning,” Liv said handing it over to the girl. “Given the angle I’d say she was shot from above, 100 yards away.” But all that was in her report.
Well, it wasn’t like Kitty could fault Liv for testing her given the nature of the crime and Sherlock being, well, Sherlock and not thinking to let Liv know she was coming. That could either be a test for the both of them, or he just forgot because he considered it unvital information to be shared and put it from his mind for things he found more necessary to retain.
Instead she just took the file with a slight nod. Not too much to go from but it did narrow it down. Because why oh why would this bloke be out that late. “I see. Well. Thank you.” As far as she could tell, this was more or less an in and out sort of situation as she wasn’t really told to get more beyond the report as it seemed there wasn’t anything that needed extra attention. She imagined Liv would have mentioned it otherwise.
“No problem,” Liv replied. Hopefully Sherlock would still keep her in the loop on how things turned out. Or this Kitty would. Either way was fine with her. “I’m sure I’ll talk to you soon,” she added both in reference to future cases and the outcome of this one.