ith the current pandemic going on in the city, the hospital and the police department had been working overtime to figure out anything they could. When people came to the Hospital and were dying of mysterious causes, or just sometimes of crimes, they would be sent to the Medical examiner if requested. This was one of those times and since Beau had been on his way out, he offered to drop it off. It was for a Cadaver that had been pronounced dead at the hospital but with how thin people had been spread- essential workers- he figured after his shift, it’d be an easy drop-off.
Turning down the street towards the police department, the car rumbled gently as his eyes followed the movement of the men that hovered around the entrance. It wasn’t too large but it was a decent size for how large the city was. There was a time that he thought it was almost too large, but he had been mistaken. With everything going on, he couldn’t blame them. Everyone was on edge. The number of people that had come into his wing asking if they were going to die was emotionally exhausting to both parties. It was never a yes or no since there were always risks with anything but recently, he just wanted to throw his hands up and give up. It wasn’t in Beau to give up easily- he always had to go down fighting.
Two figures moved towards his car as it slowed, his fingers moving to switch the headlights off before offering a light smile to the pair as his other hand-rolled the window down.
“Evening. I’m Doctor Atlas. One of the nurses called ahead with a piece of one of your doe’s that was left at the hospital.” Resting his hand on the stirring wheel, his eyes leveled on the duo as one of the shorter of the pair shined the light on the red box that sat in the back seat of his car. The light passed through the glass landing, pausing for a moment as the pair shared a look as the light hovered on the bio-hazard cooler before turning it back to Beau. With a slight nod, the younger man stepped away from the vehicle- seemingly giving the
Doctor the approval to move forward. With a few directions as to where to park, he soon was sitting in silence once more.
Soft silver hairs pressed back against the black leather of his seat, a sigh escaping him as for the first time in about forty-eight hours, his eyes closed. It was a moment to settle himself mentally before moving into another place. Ten… Nine… Counting backward always helped to ground himself. It was something he was taught in his youth and he carried it through school and in a lot of situations where his energy tank was running low or his emotions really weren’t helping. Such as now. Hazel eyes opened gently before pulling the keys from the car, a light jingle coming from the multiple keys.
With a light push, the black SVU’s door swung open and Beau moved out of the vehicle’s protective shell. Mild fingers moved to pull the black mask from the pocket of his slacks, slipping the strands over his ears before the digits moved through his carefully laid strands of hair. Light strides took him to the back door, clicking the button the fob before reaching to grab his blazer that laid near the box. Sliding the navy piece of fabric over his shoulders, he shrugged it gently onto his arms before rounding the car as once more. Heavy orbs once more watched the figures in the distance. Police Officers were no different than he- struggling to stay above the water of what was happening but there was a part of him that feared one day they’d be standing on opposite sides.
Another click and the next door was opening, digits digging into the jacket of his blazer to pull out a glove. With a smooth movement, he slid the latex glove on before moving forward. With a few odd directions from a woman at the front and really a pretty empty department, he was moving towards where he had been instructed to go. It didn’t take much time, but coming to a door he paused. Knocking his knuckles gently on the door frame, Beau took a light step forward into the threshold.
“Doctor Baudelaire? I’m Doctor Atlas from the Hospital.” Soft vibrato words broke the seemingly silence, his words carrying in the space. Stepping slightly more into the room, the smell of the chemicals wrapped themselves around Beau. It seemed this suit, he’d have to wash. It was like when Grace would smoke, he’d clean his blazers quite often.
Gently moving forward, he slid his free hand into the pocket of his slacks as his eyes flickered around gently to see anyone. Through the windows of an office, he caught sight of a woman standing near a table and a small smile pulled the edges of his lips beneath the mask as he moved forward.
“Detective Hawtrey told me you’d probably be here.” With a slight nod of his head in greeting ( since handshakes were really on the down-slope ), he raised the box before moving to the opposite pair of the table she stood before. Setting it down lightly, once more his eyes flickered over to the woman. Dr. Baudelaire was a younger woman than him, which in this day and age wasn’t that abnormal. Dark chestnut hair was pulled into a tight pony at the top of her head with a pair of spectacles sat on the bridge of her nose but the most striking thing was dimples that flared with ever fluctuation of her lips.
Lowering his eyes, he offered a light smile as he kept himself from her before the light eyes shifted to the body that laid under lights. The cadaver wasn’t one he had seen at the hospital but it remained open as she ate, his eyes flickering up to the sandwich that was held in one hand. In most cases, Beau would probably chide the other for the risk of contamination but everyone was tired and hungry. It also would not be the best foot to start with meeting her to chide her on her sanitary choices- despite how many rules it was probably breaking just for the department alone.
“In the cooler is a John Doe’s right third digit that was DOA today at 14:38.” Pausing for a moment, he pursed his lips with a quick glance towards the wall of coolers that held cadavers at a safe temperature for the remainder that they stayed in the office.
“I can help further identify who it belongs to, if needed.”
