[hr][hr][center][h1][i]The Forensic Squad[/i][/h1]Collab Between [@Morose] & [@Lady Amalthea][/center][hr][hr]
[color=#00ccff]"Sir, please tell me you didn't actually...[i]disturb[/i]...the decedent," [/color]Cecily quipped. She bit her lip slightly, memorizing the precise location of where the gun was--though it helped that she had photographs of it. It would be a pain to do all of the painstaking measurements if the coroner moved everything around first. 

"Oh please, inconceivable! I simple removed the gun," Wallace quipped as he patted the outside pocket of his jacket. "I have gloves on," he said holding up his hand. Reaching down he repositioned Danica's hand to exactly where it had been. The man was a bumbling fool at times and his methods were unorthodox but he had a way about him to get the job done.

Hopefully, that was the only piece of evidence he would pocket. It would be at least for now as set down his kit next to the body and started rummaging through it. Stopping he glanced out of the corner of his eye and then reached over, picking up Danica's phone and removing the ear buds from around her neck. Slipping them into an evidence bag he pocketed that as well. So much for him not taking anything else from the scene. 

[color=#00ccff]"Do you want to start a verbal chain of custody, or do you have the forms with you?" [/color]she asked, despite being dying to announce: [i]It's a murder! Let's do the investigation already! We're losing time![/i] But it wasn't her place. It wasn't her job to determine cause of death--she was merely there to analyze the evidence, to help the detectives understand each and every piece of the puzzle. 

"Forms, forms... Oh yeah, those things that stack up on me desk. Loads of paper work. Too much time," he said as he leaned over Danica's body and started talking to the corpse. "Give her time, she doesn't listen she only sees. Now, tell ol' Wallace what happened here tonight?" he asked the dead body as he placed his hands gingerly on either side of her head and moved it left to right carefully before laying it back down where it had been. "No exit wound, oh your brain must look like it went through a shredding machine. Don't worry, skull caps are easy to do. They won't even notice come the funeral."

Cecily frowned, wishing to interject. But she couldn't ruin his process. [color=#00ccff]"She's also got very little burn marks, but a lot of gun residue..."[/color] Of course, it was her way to attempt to guide him towards realizing the inevitable. She couldn't understand coroners, sometimes. They had started off as a corrupt political pawn, and now, Wallace had her convinced that they were all just insane.

"Did you change your mind deary? Was that it? Or was it something else?" he said, taking in what Cecily said but still speaking to the corpse. His head tilting this way and that as he sat cross legged on the concrete. He was an odd one, his head bipping around like an owl on a branch. 

[color=#00ccff]"We've got a private company running security right now, there is another crime scene up at the roof that is...less than ideally secure,"[/color] Cecily continued, giving the coroner a rundown. Looking up towards the top of the building as she mentioned it and seeing the firefighters moving the truck into position so they could raise the ladder. The rest of the forensics team wandering about taking images as people were getting cleared out.

"Private security?" he pondered out loud to himself as he looked back at the corpse of Danica Graves. "Private means they will do a job, because you know they might actually get paid but we're city folk. We have cops for that, private will just have to settle with being good Samaritans for today," he chuckled with a bit more glee than he really should be right then. Cecily sighed a bit--she'd pay the private security herself, then.

[color=#00ccff]"Tons of eye witnesses of the fall, none located so far of the murder...I mean, crime...itself."[/color] She winced a bit at her amateur mistake. Wallace cocked his head to the side at her words and looked over towards Cecily. the look on his face was that humor mixed with flat out disappointment. 

"Murder? Oh you young ones, always wanting it to be a murder," he said making a tsk tsk noise with his tongue before waiving her over. "Sure, signs of a fight," he added as he pointed to the bruises on her arms, chest, and face. "Looks like someone even got close enough to wrap their fingers around this pretty little throat." Looking back at Danica's blank eyes he smiled. "Well it is a pretty throat, I am sure it wore a strand of pearls beautifully my little goddess," he chuckled under his breath. "But gun was in her hand, she pulled the trigger."

[color=#00ccff]"Do you want the investigation closed, then?"[/color] Cecily asked bluntly, growing more and more tired of the coroners antics. As an avid watcher of comic books and movies, she remembered all too fondly an episode of Sherlock, in which a murderer forced his victims to kill himself. It was still murder--regardless of who ended up pulling the trigger.

Drumming his fingers on his chin as he looked over the corpse and rocked back and forth slightly. His eyes darting up at Cecily before his lips thinned and he chuckled a bit. "Inconceivable! Never close a case until after the autopsy, then still not up to us. The DA will decide," he said before he stood up and dusted himself off. "Bag her guys," he said instructing the rest of the team to go ahead and get the body out of there. 

Closing her eyes for a moment to center herself, Cecily took in a breath. [color=#00ccff]"Will you be needing me further, or am I off duty for tonight?"[/color]

"Oh yes yes. You can go. Have a good time! Smells delicious!" he said with a wave of his hand as he paced around the men as they started to move Danica's body.

Cecily nodded, pulling off the latex gloves and putting them in her pocket as she left the crime scene. Trying not to roll her eyes any further at the insane antics of the coroner, Cecily headed off to find out where Riley had gone off to.