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Blood Red Wine	By : Bevan Category: 1 through F > Crossing Jordan Views: 2334 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Jordan flashed her badge at the uniformed officers at the
taped off barrier, and was waved through. She stopped at the doorway and looked
around for a moment, getting her bearings back. She saw Woody squatting near
the body in the floor, and looked around at the boxes, some had their contents
strewn across the saturated carpet. They had brought in boards and made a sort
of gangway around the room to preserve the general position of everything,
which would have been impossible with the CSI�s, the police, and now her
traipsing through, no matter how careful they were. She stepped up and walked over to his side, her footsteps echoing
in the empty apartment.

�Hey Wood,� she said solemnly, looking at the girl�s body,
�Got anything yet?�

�You mean other than a dead body and blood smeared
everywhere?� he asked hoarsely, he was tired of looking at it. Tired of
smelling it.

She smiled wryly and pulled on a pair of gloves, getting out
her hand held recorder, �Victim is a white female, approximately twenty four,
brown hair. Large wounds running down both forearms, parallel with the body.
One more wound to the neck, running perpendicular.�

clasclass=MsoNormal>She stopped the recorder, �Do we know who she is yet?�

�Perp took her license,� Woody said, standing up, �Took her
license, and left a thousand dollars cash in her wallet and her in a pool of
her own blood.�

She cut him a quick look, and then looked back at the body,
looking at the pale, bluish cast to the skin, and noticed on each side of the
cut on the neck looked like there had been two sets of puncture wounds there
before. She�d have to wait until they got back to the morgue to find out for
sure if what she was seeing was real.

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�Nige, I need you in Trace,� Jordan said, watching him look
up from the computer.

�Right,� he said, �Just a minute.�

�Now Nige, with the one on one� she said, walking out.

�Right,� he said, shutting down the program he was using and
taking out his disk, shoving it into the folder as he got up.

He nodded to a few techs as he walked down the hall, handing
one of them the file to put back on his desk, and picked up the camera on his
way, �What�s up luv?�

She nodded to the body as she pulled on gloves, and listened
to him suck in his breath, �Bloody hell.�

�That�s what the apartment looked like,� she said
humorlessly.

He looked at her as he pulled on his own gloves and readied
the camera, and his brows furrowed as he looked at the deep cuts on her arms,
�They really did a number on her. These are all the way to the bone.�

�What do you make of this?� she asked, turning the light to
the neck wound and showing him the small holes on either side of the clean cut.

He looked at it and frowned, �Can�t really say. But it looks
like a bite wound, question is, where are the incisor impressions?�

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�You�re telling me that she had bite wounds in her neck
before she was murdered?� Woody asked, watching Jordan remove the heart of
another case, and wincing as it slapped wetly into the scales.

�That�s what I�m telling you,� she said, recording the
weight on the board behind her, �Looked like fang marks.�

His brows furrowed, and he looked at the denier, who was
readying the samples Jordan had taken, �Fang marks?�

She looked at him and raised an eyebrow, �Yeah Woody. Like
she was bitten by something.�

�Like a dog?�

�Maybe, but there were no incisor impressions, and the marks
were too close together for the size of the wounds and the angles are wrong,�
she said, picking up the right lung.

�According to who?�

�Nigel,� she said, �He�s been trying to find a dog skull all
day. Sometimes I think he enjoys job job just a little too much.�

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�And just when I thought you couldn�t get any weirder,�
Jordan smiled, watching Nigel press the teeth of the skull into a block of
ballistics gel, a long line of animal skulls lined up on the table, �Having
fun?�

He glanced up, �I suppose.�

She picked up a cat skull, thinking of the old Shakespeare
clich�, �Where did you get all these?�

�From PD CSU,� he said with a slight smile.

�Ah, I thought you had a slight bounce in your step when you
came back,� she grinned, �Find anything conclusive?�

�Well . . . no,� he said, �Nothing yet, but I don�t think it
was an animal bite.�

She raised an eyebrow, �Find anything on the rape kit?�

�Positive for semen, and got foreign DNA from under her
fingernails,� he said, �No matching profiles in the database.�
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�So no matches on any of these then?� she asked, setting
down the skull.

He shook his head, �Not yet. I�ll let you know when I find
one that does though. The problem is, Jordan, that the angles of the wound
track point outward towards the outside of her neck, not inward. Meaning that
these were two separate s.�
�Well if it�s not an animal bite, what are you saying?� she
asked, already knowing and finding it absurd.

He set down the skull and leaned on the table, looking at
her, �I think this could be somehow cult related.�

�Come on Nige, really,� she smirked, �Aren�t we a bit old
for fairy tales and ghost stories?�

He looked at the skulls, and then at the cubes of ballistics
gel, �I don�t know Jordan.�

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This took a decidedly odd turn, not at all what I expected.
As I�m sure you noticed, the title changed, I still don�t know if I�m happy
with it. Personally, I�m not happy with this chapter, or this direction, but
hey, what will be will be. So anyway, I hope you enjoy it.
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