Resident Black

Her

There was something thrilling about cracking bones. Everyone knew this about Dr. Callie Torres. However what they didn't know was what she did when no one was around. The thumping beat of Willow Smith's Wait A Minute! Filled the lab in which she was currently working. No she wasn't on the clock, but she was getting paid.

Under the table she worked for a business she would be killed by if anyone found out... and lived to tell the tale. She nods her head and twists her body as she slides the lollipop around inside her mouth grabbing her favorite toy. That tiny little bone saw. On the table, a DNR patient by the name of Gary Hubert. A rich lad who had some heart palpitations the state registered as dead before they ever gave him a chance.

Dude came back to life when no one was watching and Callie jumped his bones. Literally...

"Alright Mr. Hubert I'm going to need you to stay very still right now okay." She smiled biting her lip as she lowered her spinning blade onto his shin. There was something musical about the way it grinded against the marrow. A song only she could hear. A harmony to the Sixth Dimension Disney's latest Genie's daughter kept talking about over the wave length of this summer hit.

His eyes wide open as his entire body vibrated in pain. Puffer fish venom in his blood prevented any and all movement, he couldn't even scream, but he felt every bit of what she was doing. "Callie..." George's voice always startled her when she was working. Her late husband had been haunting her for weeks.

"What do you want George?" She huffed and puffed as she braced the ankle to pull the foot away from the incision dropping it onto the slab beside her.

"Are we having fun?" He asked as his soft pale face moved so swiftly into her vision.

She sighed backing away from the patient and crossing the glossy tile to the desk in the back of the room. Callie sat down popping a packet of paper on the flat surface to sign a few pages before dropping them into a yellow envelope. He propped himself up on the edge of the desk scooting some of the loose pens and post it's off onto the floor.

"George please... don't make a mess." She cried as she clicked away on her paper.

"Remind me again why you're doing this?" He looked back over at Gary.

"Because I can." Her answer was colder than the room which was below freezing. She could see her breath as she spoke but of course a ghost doesn't breath so her late husband felt nothing but the tone of her voice.

"Selling body parts on the black market..." He tsked like she was a horrible person.

She scoffed as she clicked away from the web page she was on, closing the lid to her laptop and rising to her feet.

"Don't judge me. I'm banned from clinical trials by the state of Washington and I need something to do to feel like I'm moving into the future." She rolled her eyes as she stood up, grabbing her envelope and walking over to grab the dismembered foot before walking through the swinging double doors to leave Gary staring at the ceiling questioning his existence.

Out in the hallway a red organizer rested atop a silver metal bench with the number '6' in bold black on the sides. She popped it open to drop the envelope inside pulling out the plastic bag to properly seal the foot before tucking it in beside the paper work. Clicking it shut she grabbed the handle and turned to look towards the exit.

"You can't just leave unfinished business in there." George said standing beside the door she had just left through. "If someone found that you would be out a job completely... maybe even locked away for malice practice."

"It's a pathology lab George... no one comes down here..." She popped her brow before walking down the long narrow hallway leaving him alone with his thoughts.

He watched her leave with a melancholy feeling resignating in his chest. His ears twitching as the sound of another door creaking open filled his head. Looking back he stared wide eyed as Meredith came clicking down the hallway flipping through a clipboard of loose notes. She paused looking up to see an empty corridor. With a furrowed brow she scratched her head certain she had caught a glimpse of a person in her perifrial. She sighed reaching out to grab the door nob to Pathology to find it was locked. No one ever locks this door... come to think of it, it shouldn't be able to lock.

She left with confusion centering in her mind. An odd feeling surrounding her. One of fear and foreshadow. Something dangerous was here... Meredith only hoped she could figure it out before it was too late. This was her home, her life, her existence. She had been through enough to know when something was wrong. And God help anyone who messed with her or her family.