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Ema walked onto the crime scene, simultaneously feeling like it had been ages since she had last done this and like investigation was just like breathing. As a forensic investigator, she got called on to do the kind of analytical work that had previously just been a fun bonus before. Today’s crime scene was especially bloody, and she was curious about how it had all managed to get splattered like that.
An officer working the perimeter of the crime scene gave her a nervous sort of nod- almost like he’d seen a ghost. Ema supposed that was that happened when you were widely reported to be in a coma for nine months after getting struck by lightning. "Guess that’s just the first day back on the job,” she mumbled to herself, reaching into her bag in hopes of finding some gloves so that she could get to work on assessing where that much blood had come from.
She felt a little funny as she went through the motions of preserving the crime scene and digging around for what might not have been so obvious. Ema could not place just what felt wrong. Was she tired? Too full of energy? Whatever it was, she felt like her heart was moving too fast, as she stood up only to be met with an intruder to her space. “I need five minutes more with this crime scene, and then you can have me... or the crime scene. Whatever’s more interesting to you.”