Evil Rides Again

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@ Jumping_Jax
Marianne sat in the morgue eating her lunch when she looked up to see a body come in. The people pushing the cart looked at her curiously. "Are you the examiner?" the youngest one of the two asked. She nodded and pointed out where they should put the body.

"Aren't a a little young to be doing this?" The older one asked. He had graying hair and a receding hairline.

"I just got out of college, but I know what I'm doing," she replied annoyed for hearing that for the tenth time this week.

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Ichabod carried himself out of the little cave that he woke up in and made his why to what he remembered as Sleepy Hollow. The trees looked similar to what he had always seen, but he was shocked to see the dam across the river. He didn't know what to make of it or why he was here. The last he remembered was dying on the battlefield and some flashes of Katrina.

He walked through the trees until he found what he assumed was a road, but what it was made from was entirely different than what he normally seen. It was much to hard and gray to be dirt. The sound of a horn screamed in his ear and he saw a machine fly by him at a rapid pace.

Carter walked into the office, a file in hand as he arrived early that day. He and his partner, Olivia Davis were assigned a new case. From reading the case file, it appeared that the woman had committed suicide, given the fact that she was found hanging in her house, but the autopsy report hadn't come in yet. Questioning if the coroner had done the autopsy yet, Carter made his way to the morgue.

Knocking lightly on the door, he cleared his throat some and said, "Excuse me, I'm looking for a Miss LeBlanc?" He asked as he stepped into the room.

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Olivia was never one to be late, but her alarm clock hadn't gone off that morning. Olivia took a quick shower, and grabbed a t-shirt, some jeans a a denim jacket before tying up her hair in a pony tale. On her way out, she grabbed a banana. This would be her first time, since joining the force a year ago, that she would be late.

Olivia sped down the high, if she had gotten pulled over, she'd just take out her badge, and tell them she was chasing a perp. Nodding with her own thoughts, Olivia hadn't seen the man in the middle of the road, honking her horn to the man not move, she swerved to avoid hitting him, her car coming to a screeching hault. Breathing heavily, she got out of the car and made her way to him. "Are you crazy?! Or are you just drunk? You could've been killed."

Marianne looked up when she had her name. She looked up to see a tall man that appeared to be a detective. "You are looking for me," she said from behind her desk. She was finishing up the report for the body that came in a few hours ago. "Is there anything you need?" she asked, smiling at him. She had a friendly tone, but she really wanted to finish the report when she was close to being done.

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Ichabod looked over at the woman. "How dare you yell at me? Do you know who I am?" he asked at her. "Where am I?" He was confused at the area and didn't know what to even make of this strange world.

(So so sorry, life got busy and I forgot my password, but I'm back now.)

Carter looked up from the case file, only to raise an eyebrow as his eyes landed on the woman before him. The coroners he'd normally come across were middle aged men, this one was far from it. He tilted his head to the side some as he approchaed her.

"Right," Carter said with a light chuckle, awestrucked that someone so young would choose this business out of all the others. "I was wondering if you had performed the autopsy of, Megan Whitfield. She came in a while ago, reported C.O.D. was a hanging. I'm just checking to make sure there was no foul play."

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"How dare I?" She said with a scoff before folding her arms over her chest. In her mind, the man was both crazy and drunk. She figured he could sleep off his hangover in a cell. She grabbed her hand cuffs off the clip that were on her belt.

"Sir, you're in Sleepy Hollow. I'm going to detain you, but you're not being arrested. I'd just like for you to come down to the station, and take a breather. Okay? " She calmly stated before fassening the handcuffs around his wrists.

(It's fine. October has been kind of hectic for me and I have been busy as well.)

Marrianne nodded. "I just got done with her. I don't have the report completed just yet, but I can tell you what I found," she said, smiling at him lightly. She got up to go to the body. "I can even show you what I found."

She showed him the body. "She died of suffocation, but there is a few bruises on her body that are both new and old. I honestly think that she may have been abused and this may be more than a suicide. The bruises on her arm are the shape of fingers thicker than her own." Marry looked at Carter as she pointed out the bruises and the compared them to the dead girl's fingers.



Ichabod glared at the woman who put restraints on his hands. "I am a soldier of the Revolutionary War, and you put me in restraints? What is the meaning of this?" he asked, confused and on the verge of outrage. He leaned forward slightly to get a better look at the girl.

Carter nodded as she spoke, before following her as they went over to the body. Carter listened to Marianne as she spoke, further explaining the woman's cause of death. Carter looked over the bruises before looking back to Marianne. "Are there any other signs of foul play?" He questioned aloud.
In that moment, Carter questioned where his partner was. The two were now in need of doing more research, to discover weather or not a possible ex lover had killed her.

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"Sure you are, bud. 'The meaning of this,' " she said, mimicing his British accent, "is so that you don't cause harm to yourself, or anyone else. " She then began to escort him to her car. "You've clearly had to much to drink, and I think you just need to rest for a bit. Which you can do at the station, now you can either willingly get into the car, or I may use force." She said opening the car door for him.

Marrianne shook her head. "There are some marks on her skin that looked like they were forming bruises, but died before they could form completely. So there may have been struggle. If she committed suicide to escape an abusive situation, she may have been regretting it and trying to get out which I doubt. I'm thinking that someone else might have done this to her," she explained. "It's the only thing that really makes sense to me."



Ichabod looked at her shooked. "I have not had anything to drink. As I do believe, you can smell alcohol on a person. Do I reek of that very beverage?" he asked. His British accent was thickening. "Am I having trouble standing?"

Carter nodded as she spoke. "Thanks." He said before turning on the heels of his feet. "If you find out anything else, give me a call, and let me know." He said before leaving the room. Carter then sat at his desk and entered in the victim's name, questioning if she had a recent boyfriend.

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Olivia looked at him as he spoke before taking a slight step forward, just enough to smell his breath while he talked. "Just because your breath doesn't smell, doesn't mean your not under the influence of something else. Besides, what else would explain your reasons for stupidly wondering onto the highway?"

Marrianne watched him leave before going back to finish the report. She hoped that he would find out what happened to the girl. Mary didn't like the thought of someone getting away with murder. She leaned back in the chair as she looked at the notes she made for herself. She hated that she worked by herself, but at the same time she got more done this way.

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Ichabod looked at her surprised. "I'll have you know that I'm not under the influence of anything. I was simply lost in the woods and came across this thing that you call a highway," he said, still outraged.