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The danger shop was set up as normal, with Abby perched on a lab table watching as the students entered. "I will pay anyone cash money for video footage of my fellow teachers being all cute and tiny."

"I was really impressed with how everyone did last week. This week we're back to learning some forensic techniques." Abby turned on the overhead and started talking about testing items for drug residue. "We've done food toxicology before but a lot of people die from exposure to drugs that they didn't ingest. I've seen drugs that were smoked, drugs that were on fabric and drugs sprayed into the face. You'll have to check for everything."

"Let's get to the crime scene." Abby said, moving to open the door. "Our dead guy was found in a hotel room, surrounding by what looks to be the remains of a very fun night. The reporting parties were 3 women who are being held for questioning."

The door led to a very cheesy hotel room, complete with red furnishings, mirrors and a large circular bed where a dead Dick Casblancas lay, shirtless and covered up to his waist by red silk sheets. Abby rolled her eyes at how low Dick had pushed the sheet and pointed to her students. "Go find the bad guy!"

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"A heart attack? At your age?" Parker snorted, taking notes, and looking around at the handcuffs and whipped cream. "Riiiight. What's in your stomach, and what did you come in skin contact with? Remember, you can't be prosecuted for it, you're dead now."

"I've got small amounts of whipped cream, strawberries and champangne in my stomach." says Dick. "Can't say I'm not a romantic."

"And my tan and muscular body has got-" Dick lifts up his arm and smells it. "-strawberry scented lotion on it. You can stare if you want. Don't act like you're not impressed."

Parker smirked. "Wait, does this mean you're seriously hitting on me, like you mentioned before? Oh, wait. You're dead. Never mind." She grabbed one of the strawberry-scented lotion bottles as evidence. "The only action we'll have going is me solving your death."

"Not into the dead guy thing, huh. Can't blame you." says Dick, giggling. "At least I died a very happy man."

"I'm not gonna check how happy. Seriously. Someone at the morgue can do that." Parker snickered, looking around. "Any other injuries I should see? Those cuffs didn't chafe you, did they?"

"Your normal sexy injuries. Love bites, rug burn and hickeys." says Dick. "Badges of honor, I assure you."

"And putting on lotion beforehand prevents the handcuffs from chafing." he adds. "I will neither confirm nor deny the fact that I know that from experience."

Parker smirked. "I'm sure the ladies who bestowed those favors were well-rewarded too." She smirked a little, and took a crime scene photo. "Say cheese. And I'm not going to confirm or deny that either. But I have suspicions." She grinned. "Thanks for being dead, Dick."

"Thanks for talking to my corpse, Parker." replies Dick, giving her a wave.

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