𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬↠The Rookie

𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓾𝓮

"Where's the body?" Dolly asked as she walked onto the house, the scene upstairs, ready in her gloves and boots, looking around for the body in question.

"Upstairs," Talia confirmed as she walked through the door, "I'm guessing you know the situation."

"Well, I'm usually only called out when you don't know the death or an officer discharged their weapon and we have a death," Dolly spoke, coming round the corner to see the Rookie Officer, John Nolan, standing with the Sergeant and the scene taped off, a body in the middle.

"You're the woman who does autopsies in the lab, why are you here." John's voice came out soft, the man had obviously clocked out slightly mentally, Dolly's appearance making the situation even more real.

"Doctor Dolly Bradford," She introduced herself, "I'm here basically to tell them to take your blood when you get to holding to see if you're under any influences, and make sure the bullet was the actual cause of death." She explained.

"He died when I shot him, I know," John told her, his eyes slightly glazed over, Sergeant Grey giving her a nod.

"You'd be amazed at the odd circumstances people can die from, I've had people having heart attacks before being stabbed, and you can go from murder to desecration of a human corpse all because of an unlikely coincidence." She told him, giving him a brief nod before he paused again.

"Bradford? As in-" He began to speak, Dolly cutting him off.

"As in Tim Bradford, yes, my husband." She confirmed the commonly asked question, taking another look towards the body, "Scene is secured along with evidence I presume?" Dolly asked Grey, watching SID now enter the room, and with a nod, she took that as her cue to enter.

Dolly crouched down, and opened her bag, pulling out a sterilised pair of tweezers and pulling out the bullet, placing it into a bag that a SID worker held open.

She was methodical in working around the body, the bullet being the first thing that needed to be pulled out, checking for the damage and what kind of weapon could have done it. She then checked over the body, searching for signs of any trauma that could have been the cause, checking the clothes for any possible blood that would have been missed.

The rookie watched on, the reality of the situation finally setting in.

Dolly then looked at the victim's face, noting to herself that the signs on the body showed that the death was indeed caused by the bullet and nothing else, looking up at the SID worker she spoke, "Cause of death, bullet to the chest," The worker nodded at her, a common misconception Dolly came across was that when you die that everything died along with it, but the brain could stay active to up to five minutes.

The Rookie watched as she spoke, the situation still not feeling real, even as the evidence piled up. The room was cold, there was something eerie about the body, like a reminder of your own mortality. A death was so final, that there was no coming back from it.

As the body was loaded up onto a stretcher and taken away, off to the morgue so some more mandatory test could be run, an officer accompanying it, she turned to take another look at the Rookie officer, giving him a brief nod before stepping out of the scene and taking off her gloves, her protective suit and her shoe coverings, before walking away.

John didn't return the nod, his mind still stuck back in the room, his eyes vacant and his expression emotionless. He was still in that room emotionally, trapped in the past. He couldn't shake the fact that he'd just ended someone's life, and there would be no going back from that decision.