“Fresh.” was his first comment, “Hope you didn’t have a hot date tonight, Bets.” the chipper tone was inapropriate for the scene, but murder. There was a problem to solve, a killer to catch, a perfectly contained problem for him to direct all his energies. In work he could take refuge, be effective. Maybe this was all he needed to break out of what was feeling like the onset of a mid-life crisis.
“That places time of death at around 7pm.” he brought out the notebook and started to jot. First impressions of the scene, systematic observations of the scene, the body. “Can we move him?” he asked looking to the technician for a cue.
It wasn’t long before he saw another familiar figure approach. “I was wondering when you would show up.” Scott said still writing. Looking up he pointed obviously at the body, a hint of a smile with raised eyebrows. “Murder.” he said helpfully.
Betsy rolled her eyes at her colleague. “ Honestly, Scott. When was the last time I actually HAD a hot date ? NEVER. That’s the answer. ” She noted his tone and shook her head. In some ways, she could understand why Scott was almost GLEEFUL at the murder. It was rare for anything like this to ever happen in New Metropolis. The crime was usually kept to a low, and by that, it was usually some robberies or a span of petty thefts.
She continued to observe the body, and once she got the okay from the technician to move the body, she was already making mental notes to do a full on autopsy once she got back to the lab. It was definitely clear that this was a case in the making.
She was making notes of all the injuries sustained on the body. It was probable that this murder could’ve been an accident. But she doubted it. The raven-haired female glanced up once more as she heard the detective addressing someone else and gave the figure a nod of acknowledgement. “ Scotty, you are WAY too happy to be investigating a murder scene. ”
Barry rolls his eyes, “I know I’m late,” he mutters. “No need to remind me every single time, even if it does happen every single time.” The blond sighs, unloading his bags and quickly unpacking them. With gloves on, he begins to move through his kit and gather the necessary supplies. Crossing under the yellow-tape, the CSI begins to take in the scene.
“Finally a fresh case,” the blond mutters as he begins to move around the body. Barry moves quickly, knowing the first thing that they need is an ID. With sleeves already rolled up he moves in, pulling the wallet from the cadaver’s back pocket. Tagging and bagging the evidence, he tosses it to the other male, “There’s your ID, detective,” he states.
The blond looks over to the other CSI already working the case, “You take the body? And I’ll take the scene?” he asks. He only does so because he’s been given a bit of a reputation to be controlling when working a scene, the phrase ‘Doesn’t work well with others’ has been used relatively frequently. But, there’s no denying he doesn’t get the job done. With his history of closing cold cases Barry is a bit surprised he was put on such a fresh one. Then again, this was high-profile, and the powers that be probably wanted it solved, and fast.
“I can put the time of death almost precisely at 7:03 pm,” Barry says softly, looking up. “You can definitely tell this guy works somewhere high up, and I’m not just talking about the splatter or the impact markings. Check out his watch, that’s not something you see every day. And so long as that battery is still operational, you’ve got your TOD down to the second there, detective.”
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