Forensic Science, Wednesday 2/14, 5th period

[cheerfulgoth.livejournal.com]

There were wee heart lollipops alongside the lab coats this week as the students filed into the Danger shop. Abby was sitting on one of the lab counters, her pigtails held up with bright red fuzzy ties.

"Happy Valentines Day, guys! Eat your suckers during the lecture because you are not going to want to take them into the practical this week." Grinning at the students, she clapped her hands. "This week we're going to be using the forensic skills you've learned to find out what happened at a crime scene. The only catch is that you won't be the only people there this week. You'll be dealing with other departments, people who will be in charge, people who might mess up your crime scene. As always, you want to figure how what happened to the victim, but this week you're going to learn how to deal with firemen and cops. Cooperation is key, guys. You're an important part of the team so don't let them walk all over you...but don't get too uppity. They can throw you off the crime scene. Today that'll mean you get a lower grade but in the field it'll mean that you can't do your job and evidence could get lost or destroyed while they wait for a replacement."

Passing out handouts and messenger bags to each of the students, Abby talked a little about the tools that they'd find inside. A camera for crime scene photos, several evidence bags and vials, notebook and pens, and most importantly, identification. "Crime scenes can be like circuses and being the lab geek means that not everyone at the scene will know who you are. Unless you want to be tossed into the back of a police car, keep your ID on you at all times."

Opening the door of the lab, she ushered the students through. Instead of walking into the crime scene like usual, the scene was set outdoors. They stood in front of a burnt out shell of a house, still smoking in places as NPC firefighters crawled over it. The stench of burning wood was heavy in the air as Abby directed them to three firefighters who were waiting near the front door.

"Go get 'em!"

[ooc: OCD up! Go ahead and play!]

Comments

Re: Cops

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Ahh!" Parker winced, and sighed. "Ma'am, I'm afraid now you have to be processed. I'm sorry, I should have told you to be careful where you walk. Would you please stay where you are, while I take an impression from your shoes? We need to eliminate your presence from the data to be collected."

Re: Cops

[mi6-m.livejournal.com]

"Of course," M agreed, standing perfectly still while she waited for Parker to take the shoe imprint. "Is there anything else you think I should or should not do?"

Re: Cops

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker resisted the urge to tell M not to breathe, and looked around, frowning. "Not that I can think of at the moment. Could you tell me how many other police officers have been through here since you arrived? And have cigarettes or a lighter been found?" She'd have to check in with dispatch, probably, but maybe there was an easy answer.

Re: Cops

[mi6-m.livejournal.com]

"I have no idea how many people have been in the thus far," M reported. "But I would imagine quite a few. And to my knowledge, the only items of significance are the ashtray and bottle. It looks like some sort of prescription sleeping pills," she added, feeling uncharacteristically helpful.

Re: Cops

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker took a shot of it, and put it away in one of her lovely plastic bags, and said, "Thank you, Officer." She grinned a little. "You've been extremely helpful."

Re: Cops

[mi6-m.livejournal.com]

M made a non-committal noise and pursed her lips.

"You're welcome. I hope you're able to figure out who did this."

Re: Cops

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"We will." Parker looked around thoughtfully. "Even if it's just another idiot smoking in bed." She shuddered. "And now I've quit again.... See you tomorrow, M."