Masquerade

Even as I stepped away from the crime scene, to leave everything that I saw there behind. It would still remain etched within my mind. There never was a way to forget what you saw, only to hope that in time it would fade away. Though with this job it would most likely be replaced with something far worse. This was one of them.

All I knew was that I had to get away from that smell, the blood and internal organs that lay around the corpse didn't phase me. Yeah.
I've been in the STF squad ever since its creation which was about four years ago, I majored in mythology and I had a minor is forensic pathology. I had doubts that my mythology major would do me any good, then again look at where I am now, one of the main heads of the STF squad. I've been around corpses and much worse in the forensic labs, though nothing can prepare you for what you see in the real world. The sterilized feeling of the forensic lab helps with pulling yourself away from what lay infront of you on the cold metal slab. Doing your work on the deceased is so much easier then what you face in the real world. The imagination is the limit. God I think I'm going to be sick.

I fought back the need to toss my cookies, though from a distance it most likely looked like I was gagging. Hell it was better then seeing whatever I had in my stomach. I took a deep breath to compose myself and counted. One two three, I felt much better. Ye-ah

Bruce came up from behind me as I heard his voice, he seemed concerned but I bet it was because he was seeing one of his people begin to gag while the public watched. Yeah seeing someone from the STF squad hurl wouldn't be a good sign. It was just the bloody skull with those empty yet bloody eye sockets that just stuck in my mind...

"You alright? Jacob..."

Yeah never felt better. "Yeah I'll be fine, I just wasn't expected that."

"Same here, the crew is packing up. You can go home for now, the forensic specialist will have to pull and autopsy. Once we get the results we'll call you back, get some rest... you look like hell."

"Yeah thanks, I think I can tell without the side commentary."

I grinned as Bruce began to chuckle. I felt better but I could only hope that this feeling would push out that image of the... ok happy thoughts, just happy thoughts.

"I'm going home, call me there if you need me."

Bruce nodded as he walked off to the other uniforms that still stood near the dumpster. I took off my surgical gloves and tossed them into the garbage bag that the forensic team had left out, I grabbed my mini forensic kit and headed to my Thunderbird. I need a shower.