Dressed For Death

CHAPTER 5

JULIETTE

I blasted some music this morning to make this day less depressing than it already was in this cold autopsy room, and believe me when I say I was having the time of my life right now singing some Nicki Minaj at 8 am.

"Yes, I did, yes, I did. Somebody, please tell 'em who the F I is. I am Nicki Minaj, I mack them dudes up. Back coupes up and chuck the deuce up"

Damn that dead woman laying on the table wasn't lucky like the others too, but I will continue to sing her Super Bass to make her death less sad. Dr. McCarty wasn't there to annoy me this morning so I was alone by myself once again.

"He got that super bass! Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass. Yeah, that's that super bass" I continued to sing as I extracted DNA from the victim's teeth.

"That's an interesting choice of song you got there"

I screamed and grabbed my chest like my heart was about to jump out of my chest cavity. "Don't sneak up on me like that you freak!" I yelled at Hayden, and he had the audacity to laugh in my face.

I threw my empty coffee cup at him, but he dodged it like it was nothing and watched it crash on the ground. He turned back to me and gave me a 'that was really pathetic from you' look, and I just rolled my eyes.

"Just by your reaction, I'm going to scare you like that more often," He said to me as he walked to stand beside me. He put his hands into his pockets and looked at the cadaver laying on the table. He still had the same look on his face like the first time he walked into this autopsy room.

"Still disgusted butter biscuit?" I asked him as I placed the Q-tip into a tube to send it to the lab. I grabbed the nail clipper and clipped her nails to put them in a small container.

"Nope, I'm not" He clenched his jaw, and looked away from the dead body.

"Are you sure? Because you look kinda green from over here" I grabbed the trash can and handed it over to him. "If you have to throw up, do it in this or I'm going to make you clean your vomit with your bare hands" I smiled at him.

I didn't want to clean up his breakfast this morning, and I'm sure he didn't want to do that too. "Yeah, you're right. I'm going to be sick" He said before he exited the autopsy room. I laughed as I continued to do my normal routine.

"Poor fragile thing" I chuckled as I cleaned up the blood from the stab wounds.

I finished the autopsy and found the same injuries that I previously found on multiple victims. It was basically the same thing I had to do over and over again each day. This killer was giving me a headache.

"So are you feeling better butter biscuit," I asked Hayden as I entered my office to fill the reports correctly.

"Shut up" he grumbled. He was laying on the couch with the trash can just beside it. I sat in my chair and began to fill the reports.

"Do you need some Advil? I got some in my bag if you want" I offered him and he nodded.

He slowly stood up from the couch and went to grab my bag. He searched for the pills in it for two long minutes, before letting out an exasperated sigh.