Page 53 of Chaos has a Name
“The originalAutopsy Oneis being used. Do you want it back?” she asked. “Or do you want to make a new one? I’ll leave that up to you since you’re the Director of Forensic Medicine. It’s your call.”
Oh, well, since she offered.
Hell.
No.
“Autopsy Oneis my baby. She’s been my baby for years—even when you were gone. I’m stealing her back, and I’ll show them how it’s going to run here. They’re going to have to move. Not me.”
She laughed.
“Ah, making friends on day one. I knew I could count on you to be onboard with my angst.”
He shrugged.
“I created the protocols that the doctors use here. My job is easier. I just have to find MEs that I think deserve to be in that morgue. It runs well as it is.”
That it did.
Thank God for that. It was the one thing they didn’t have to revamp. Chris could hold it down until they were back on track.
“Tell me what you need in the budget once you figure it out. The two MEs who were working there have been moved, and I’m sure they aren’t happy.”
Oh, he bet.
Who would be?
Certainly, not him.
“Honestly, Bethe, I trained them both before we leftFBI West. We took Zane, and the other two stayed. I’m going to let them work on different teams, so that everything runs as per protocols.”
She pointed at him.
“Do not celebrate too much regarding not having to deal with Zane. I already know you, and how you tend to think.”
He grinned.
And grinned.
And grinned.
“Oh, I’m having a big old party in my head, and you can’t stop me,” he challenged. “What are you going to do? Make me talk to him all day on a video call as he speculates on an autopsy?”
She actually laughed.
How could she not?
This was his ideal situation.
Chris was going to find new MEs to be his main team, so he could go back to supervising. He would be allowed to pick each one to make sure they thought like he did.
One thing buttered her biscuits and pissed her off.
Every single time they got ahead of the hiring situation, something came and kicked their feet out from under them.
Every.
Single.
