LET THERE BE BLOOD (ANNICE)

[SCOUT ELAYNA GREY]

SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC

this was the part of her job that scout hated. in all honesty, blood bothered her, especially when it was her own or someone else's on her. she wasn't a freak about it like that guy monk on that tv show, but it kind of made her nauseous. walking swiftly down the florescent-lit halls of the precinct, she took the doors leading into the deepest part of the building and headed for her friend's room. if anyone could help her with her current dilemma, that would be annice. there were times she just couldn't solve a case on her own, and help from a forensics expert really came in handy. plus, it was nice to have another woman to talk to. there was always the old woman to manned the phone, but she was cranky and bitchy, to be honest, and scout appreciated someone closer to her own age. someone who didn't remind her that she needed to call her mother.

shoving through another set of swinging doors, scout tried to ignore the blood that she could now smell on her jacket sleeve. turning her face away from the stain, she forced herself to focus on taking one step at the time until she reached ann's office. knocking insistently, she folded her bloodied sleeve around behind her back and forced a smile onto her face. if the only evidence she had of the bastard she was trying to catch was her own bloody arm, then so be it. "ann, please open up!" she called, hoping that her friend wasn't currently out for coffee or on her lunch break.

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[annice]

She was working on a few cases at once, while the computer in her lab was busy scanning AFIS for any matches, she was in her office doing facial recognitions and trying to clean up a security video and enhance it so she could get the image of the reflection of a suspect off a car in a parking lot. Ann’s fingers flew over the keyboard occasionally she’d be reaching over to grab the mouse and make a few rapid clicks. Finally she needed to wait for it to process and she stood up, going into the lab and double checking that her other computer had found anything. With it having not she sighed, kicking off her heels she danced to the music booming away in her lab for a minute. Pausing, she swore she could of heard someone knocking, instantly she grabbed the remote to the stereo and clicked it off. Sure enough she heard someone knocking on her office door, asking for her to open up. Instantly she ran and opened the door, smiling at her friend behind the door. “scout! how many times have I told you no need to knock.” Ann always had an open door policy, most times she was too busy to be running to talk to people at the door of her lab or office.

She glanced down at her friends arm tucked behind her back but she ignored it, stepping back and holding open the door she motioned for her to come in, “well come in, don’t just stand there.” Finally a hint of curiosity struck her when she wondered why Scout was here, no slurpee, no evidence in hand. Sure Scout would come to talk sometimes but that didn’t seem to be the case today. After scout walked in, she sat down at the chair behind her desk, “So what can I do for you today Detective Shepard?

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[SCOUT ELAYNA GREY]

SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC

she knew ann had an open-door policy, so why hadn't she just walked in? she'd done it many times before. it was actually pretty silly that she'd just stood in the hallway waiting for an answer. she knew better. but she couldn't think straight past the dizziness that was building in her head. as ann opened the door and eyed her, scout also remembered something else about their routine meetings. "sorry, i forgot your slurpee. i'm not thinking very clearly today," she commented as ann opened the door wider to admit her. she heard music playing, like always, and computers whirring, happy to do their jobs. "i don't know why i forgot-" she was cut short as a wave of dizziness overcame her and she threw her arms forward to catch herself from falling to the floor, leaning on one of the many metal tables in the room. afraid she may throw up, she couldn't tell what was going on in the room for a moment and only got brief blurry flashes of images of ann. when the dizziness faded, she suddenly realized how badly her arm hurt and the blood was now soaking through the sleeve of her shirt and beginning to make a puddle on the table. she was still stunned from the dizzy spell that she stared awkwardly at the bloody puddle for a moment before standing and looking at her friend, still steadying herself on the table.

"i need you to run whatever tests you do on my arm," she commented, trying her best to talk over the nausea she felt from blood loss. "that bastard v barely got past me this time. i had him!" she swayed slightly and caught herself before continuing. "i had him, ann... i was so close, and the bastard got away. but as he ran, i grabbed for him and got a hit on him. i got a piece of fabric off of him." she waved the fabric she'd shoved in her pocket like a victory banner. "and the jerk was already bleeding, and he bled on me. so it's not all mine," she admitted, smiling sheepishly even as she slumped to the floor, cold sweats rushing over her. she'd been bleeding for too long without wrapping her wound because she'd been too excited about the potential evidence to mess it up. now she was likely to pass out, but if it gave her a lead on her case against the infamous v, then so be it. she was a big girl; she could handle a little fainting spell.

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[annice]

Ann couldn’t hold a grudge against the girl for not bringing her a slurpee, it wasn’t like she demanded it, and it just helped her out on days like this where she had been working for hours on end without a break. Annie went into a small panic when Scout fell forward, catching herself, Ann couldn’t move fast enough to help her but luckily Scout had caught herself on one of the tables. She was on her feet, her eyes scanning over the girl to figure out some way to help her friend, but her eyes froze on the blood on the detective’s arm, her eyes only returning to the girls face when she spoke again. As soon as she said that she needed her to do whatever tests on her arm, Ann had carefully grabbed the girl’s wrist and held it out as carefully as she could trying to look at the wound.

She nodded as she listened to the girl explain what had happened, and who it had been. Ann had done a lot of work on the case and she felt like she knew the criminal more than she wanted to. But oh now he physically hurt on of her friends. Her face went hard as stone, “Okay, well normally I don’t look at wounds, but I will need the shirt. You should really get this to a doctor, and quickly.” Quickly Ann turned on her heel, grabbing some paper towels, and quickly trying to sop up some of the blood. “I will run this, and get the two different blood samples, and run his dna.” She glanced at the piece of fabric, normally she would be barking at anyone and going on about the protocol of not touching evidence without gloves on, but for right now, Scout’s prints were in the database and she wasn’t going to worry about it. She now turned her attention to the shirt, “Scout, you’re going to be okay. I am going to find that bastard and he can deal with me. But for now, we need to get you out of this shirt and get that wound to a professional; I only know basic in field first aid.” She was in a panic, but standing up she quickly ran around her lab, opening drawers and ripping opening cabinets, trying to look for something she could use as a tourniquet until Scout got to a doctor, which she knew would be difficult do with the girl being so stubborn. Finally finding a roll of vet wrap bandage, she quickly sat back down on the floor next to her and pulled some out and wrapped it slightly tightly around the girls arm, grabbing the already mostly bloody paper towel and applying more pressure. Scout was worrying the girl with cold sweats, Ann cringed at the idea of even knowing a friend of hers was hurt, and now she had a friend lying bloody and on the bridge of passing out on the floor of her lab. But glancing at the girl, and knowing of her stubborn tendencies she looked her in the eye, making sure she had at least some of the girl’s attention and that she wasn’t too out of it. “Okay, Scout, I am going to need your permission to clean this up and it’s been a few years but I am still pretty good with it because I still sew a lot by myself, but ugh I am going to stitch you up. And you’re going to promise me that you won’t pass out on my floor and make me have a panic attack, even though I already kind of am.”

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[SCOUT ELAYNA GREY]

SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC

as she sat on the floor, her head swam and all she could remember were flashes of ann racing around the office and banging sounds as drawers opened and closed on her various desks and tables. forcing herself to focus, she managed to purse her lips and refuse the nausea to take her over. she had a stronger will than that, and she would win this battle. if it meant taking down v once and for all, then so be it. that was more important than her blood loss. her body would renew that over time, but she only had a limited window in which to catch the bastard before he was gone for good. he was too slippery, too smart, and he wouldn't stay around long even if he was hurt. he'd jump the first plane or train or boat and be out of their lives, and record books, forever. ann was back now, wrapping her upperarm tightly in the bandage, siphoning off the blood flow so she wouldn't lose any more than necessary. as she began rambling on about stitching it herself, scout shook her head weakly and put her good hand on ann's shoulder to catch her attention.

"no, just... just call an ambulance. i'll be.. fine now that you've wrapped it. we're cops, damn it. they better be able to get here quick," she joked weakly, smiling to try to ease her friend's stress. "what matters is that we get v. i'll live, i may be woozy and kinda drunk from blood loss: but i'll live. and if we nail his ass and throw him in prison for the rest of forever... then i'll definitely live." she smiled and allowed her head to fall back against the leg of the table behind her, cradling her limp wrist in her good hand. blood was drying on her arm, and she didn't even notice that her shirt was now gone - having become a piece of evidence - except for the fact that she was cold. besides, parametics didn't care if she was half-naked, and neither did she if v was behind bars. she tried to stand up but found that her legs weren't ready for that, so she sighed and watched ann. "just tell me i got something good and all of this hasn't been in vain."

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[annice]

The injured blondes hand on her shoulder snapped her attention back onto her, for a moment not panicking or overreacting, but as soon as she said to call for an ambulance there was a momentary hesitation, standing up she grabbed for a phone on her desk, as she quickly told the dispatcher that they needed an ambulance and just how bad the wound is. She listened to her friend on the floor, as she was instructed to stay on the line, ann just tucked the phone between her ear and shoulder, putting a hand over the speaker she gave scout a small glare, “you should have gone to the hospital scout, I would have gotten the evidence either way, whether I had to steal it or do it the legal way and get a court order or not get a court order and just go dumpster diving afterwards- it doesn’t matter.” she sighed, glancing over her shoulder at the door, she wished now that her lab wasn’t in the basement so she could hear whether or not there was sirens yet. She ran a hand back through her hair before smiling at scout, “We’re going to get this guy scout.” Standing up, she grabbed the bloodied up shirt and cut part of it, keeping an eye on her friend, she prepped the fabric for the tests she’d need to run, just as she heard the dispatcher say that the ambulance should be there, Ann glanced at Scout and without saying anything else hung up with them, calmly putting the samples into the pcr and starting the test.

She kneeled down next to the blonde, “Paramedics are here Scout, you need to go with them, as soon as I know, you’ll know, the test will take about an hour, than I need to match the results to previous evidence, I am sure you got exactly what we needed, I am going to know, more about this guy than he does and you are going to take that bastard down.” She smiled, lightly squeezing the shoulder of her good arm. Glancing over her shoulder at the door she saw the paramedics, and Ann got up, holding open the door for them to come in, she tried to assure them that the gurney wasn’t necessary but they insisted and Ann just shook her head, pretty sure that Scout wasn’t going to be too happy about having to be carried out, knowing well that Scout would of rather walked out. Following them over to her, she ignored the paramedics for a moment and kneeled in front of Scout, glaring at the paramedics who had tried to stop her but she wasn’t going to let them stop her. “Scout, you wanna walk out of here? I’d rather help you out than see you wheeled out of here, but it is completely up to you.” A hand shot up to silence one of the men who tried to insist that it wasn’t the injured blondes choice.

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[SCOUT ELAYNA GREY]

SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC

she was so woozy by this point that staying awake was a chore. she held her good hand over the tourniquet ann had tied on her bad arm, and she could feel the heat of her own blood seeping into the makeshift bandages. the thought nauseated her, and she focused with all of her might on one point on the table leg across from her to keep from puking. she vaguely noticed ann asking her questions, and when she heard that the ambulance was here, she nodded to acknowledge she understood. when the gurney arrived, her friend knew her better than she thought, but scout only smiled. "it's fine, ann. i don't..." she took a breath and swallowed by the bile she felt rising in her throat, "i don't think i can walk."

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an hour later, her arm had eight stitches in it and she was laying in her own hospital room with the tv tuned in to white collar while fluids got pumped into her body through a tube in her wrist. scout was bored and all she could think about was v. the farther she got from the evidence, the more worried she got. she felt like she was impotent to stop him, and if she wasn't hands on with the job then he would get away. it was a stupid fear, but one she couldn't put out of her mind nonetheless. so she would sit and she would wait and she would hope that ann would come through for her.

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