Coping (A Psych Fan-Fic)

Piecing It Together

O.o Sorry for the long wait everyone, work has been hella hectic these past two weeks. Elections are going on till Tuesday, so I’ll be working late. >.< Good news, Tuesday is a free day at work because of elections so I have 12 hours or more to work on my story. Hehehe.  So yeah, I really hope this chapter doesn’t disappoint, but it’s really going to start picking up really soon. So yeah, sorry for the long wait.

Chapter 15: Piecing It Together

Cass POV

It’s been two weeks since the warehouse incident, we were still waiting on the dental records for a positive I.D. on the victim, and Woody claimed that they should be in any day now. At least this would give us a start on this case. I’ve been racking my brain nonstop on missing person’s cases, and no one turned to match the description of the victim, nor have no missing person’s reports been filed in the area or surrounding areas.

Woody said he had a variety of different size incisions on his body, missing limbs, and died from shock from the amount of blood lost.  So he was, in fact, tortured to death. Woody didn’t find any fingerprints on the victim or the evidence we collected, but there was a partial hair follicle and traces of neuroleptic tranquilizers found in his system. There were also traces of adhesive on his wrists and clothes, most likely caused by the material to bind him.  Woody also suspected the person that killed the victim had knowledge of human anatomy. The cuts on the victim were precise and could cause a person to bleed to death if he knew where to cut.

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I was wrapping up my report for the current case the guys and I were assigned to, until I heard a file slam down on my desk, making me jump in surprise. “Dental records came back, and you’re not going to believe who it came back on.” Lassiter said, crossing his arms over his chest.

I quickly stopped what I was doing and opened the folder. My breath caught in my throat. Shit. I rubbed a hand down my tired face, and looked up at Lassiter in disbelief. “That’s Matt?” I said in a low voice.

“Dental records don’t lie Reed, and I already notified the family.” He said putting his suit jacket on. “We’ll start fresh Monday, are you coming down to that nitwits’ get together, I heard Guster is paying?”

I shook my head. “No. change of plans. Tell Shawn maybe next time.” I said, glancing down at the folder.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Suit yourself.” He said walking out of the precinct.

As Lassiter left I quickly shut the file, placing it in my desk drawer before I made my way down to the autopsy room to talk to Woody. “Aren’t you suppose to be down at te bar celebrating your birthday Detective?” Woody asked, concentrating on the body on the table.

Dammit Shawn.

I heard Woody gasp and look up at me with wide eyes. “Don’t tell Shawn I told you! It was supposed to be a surprise.”  He pleaded.

I rolled my eyes. “I don’t have time for that right now Woody. I have a question for you on the return of the dental records on Matthew Brown?” I said leaning against a table.

“What’s your question?” He asked.

“When you did the autopsy, did you find any traces of bullet wounds on the body, fresh ones?” I asked curiously.

Woody put down the tools he was using to examine the body and walked over to the counter in front of me. He picked up Matthew’s file and skimmed through it, and shook his head. “Sorry detective, none that I found.” He said closing the folder. “Why the sudden interest?”

Because he’s not the one I shot that night, someone else was in the house at the time of the fire. I gave him a smile and leaned off the table. “No reason, thanks for the help Woody.” I said, patting him on the shoulder and walked out the autopsy room.