Who: Liv Moore and Will Gorski What: Meeting for the first time When: Recently Where: The morgue Rating/Warning: Low/none Status: Complete
For the most part, Will enjoyed being a beat cop. Being on the streets was where the real action was, and sometimes he felt like he could really make a difference, could really help people, if he was out there. Not often, but sometimes.
But other times, it was a pain in the ass. Especially when the detectives wanted to treat the uniforms like glorified gophers. That was the reason Will was now walking into the morgue for the first time, taking it in but trying not to look like a lost tourist. “Hey,” he called. “Anyone down here?”
Liv was on her lunch break, which she took in the office at the morgue. Close access to brains after all. She had just finished eating when she heard someone call out. The zombie stepped out of the office to see a cop she had never seen before. But she knew he was a cop given the uniform.
“Chill out,” Liv replied calmly. “You’re harshing my vibe. What can I do for you?”
Will’s eyebrows shot up. “I… uh…” he started, not quite sure how to respond. Even if he had been expecting some girl with bleached white hair to be in the morgue, he hadn’t expected a greeting like that. He blinked, and gave a miniscule shake of his head to clear it. “I’m here for the report on the John Doe. For Detective Brady,” he said, deciding the best way to deal with it was to just ignore it and stay professional.
“Ah yes,” Liv said making her way towards one of the filing cabinets. “John Doe. Shot five times. What a brutal way to go,” Liv commented as she pulled out the report handing it over to the cop.
“You deal with a lot of people here that don’t go in some brutal way?” Will asked, raising an eyebrow. He had always thought that most of the people who came through the morgue had been the victims of something.
Oh yes, all of the victims in Liv’s morgue died in some sort of brutal way or another. But there was no need to keep shooting someone when they were already dead. “The first shot was fatal,” Liv went on. “The rest was just overkill.”
Will frowned a little, and opened the file that Liv had given him, giving it a quick glance over. “So it was personal,” he muttered to himself. He knew it wasn’t his case and that that was a pretty obvious conclusion to draw, but it didn’t hurt to try to make observations to help the investigating detective.
“Looks that way,” Liv replied casually. “But I’ll leave that up to you guys.” She wasn’t eating the brain of this particular victim. “You been with the PD long? I haven’t seen you before.”
Will had started to read the morgue report in earnest, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he did so, and it took him a moment to realize that the ME was talking to him. The words had registered, somehow, and so he responded “No, I just started transferred over here a couple weeks ago,” he said, a little distantly as he read. “You?”
“Little over three years now,” Liv replied. It was pretty crazy to think it had been that long already. “Although sort of moved to London for like three months, but I’ve been back for a year now.” That was also crazy to think about. Her life in London seemed so long ago. “Where did you transfer from?”
Will looked up from the file. “Chicago,” he answered her. “London, huh? I’ve never been. What was that like?”
“Rainy” Liv replied. “But this place is home.” Even with all the crazy. Actually it was because of the crazy that this place was home. It was the only place she could actually fit in.
Will thought he could relate. He hadn’t been here for long, but it already felt more like home than Chicago ever had. “Yeah?” he asked instead. “Even with all the weird weather?” And dreams. And demons and zombies. But he’d mentioned those things to a couple of other people that he hadn’t met on the Network, and they’d all looked at him like he’d lost his mind.
“Totally,” Liv agreed. “Consistent weather would be boring.” Like Will she decided not to mention the dreams. It was hard to tell if someone else was a dreamer. “It is a lot to get used to. Does it make you miss Chicago?”
Will snorted. Frankly, after demons, zombies, and shared dreams, he could have gone for a bit of boring. But at least it kept him on his toes. “Not really,” he admitted. “I miss some of the people there, but for the most part…” he shrugged. He hadn’t gotten along with most of the cops on the force, and his relationship with his father was… complicated. It was probably better to get some space.
“This place has a way of doing that to you,” Liv agreed. “You should probably get that to Detective Brady,” Liv said in regards to the report. “He’s not the most patient. I’ll see you around officer….” her voice trailed off as she realized she never got his name.
“Gorski,” Will responded. “Will Gorski,” in case she wanted his first name. “I don’t think I got your name either.”
“Olivia Moore,” she replied with a small smile. “But most people call me Liv.” She never introduced herself as Liv Moore though for obvious reasons. And just Liv seemed too informal for a work colleague.
“Nice to meet you, Liv,” Will said, since that was what most people called her. “Thanks for the tip. I’ll get this to Brady as soon as possible,” he said, opening the file again as he turned to give it another read on his way back to Brady.