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                Sarah walked into the coroner’s room with an exasperated look set into her features.  The detective looked somewhat disheveled, stark contrast to her normal clean cut appearance as she stepped a few feet into the sterile lit autopsy room.

                “Head and shoulders,” Sarah heard as she moved closer to the medical examiner, Vicky Po.  The brunette detective paused at hearing the comment and stared for a brief moment at the back of Vicky’s head, tentatively waiting for some other comment to help discern the meaning of what she had just heard.  After what felt like and a long awkward moment had passed, Sarah gave a somewhat befuddled look to Vicky’s back

                “Knees and toes?” Sarah responded after what felt like and a long awkward moment had passed.  Vicky turned around, her lab coat presenting a small but defined coffee stain on the upper right hand corner of her garb, showing up against the fabrics sheer brightness.

                “What was that?” the medical examiner asked, a feint look barley tracing across her face reminiscent of a rabbit caught in a pair of headlights.  Sarah cocked her head slightly as she look her friend over.

                “You feelin’ alright Vic?” Sarah asked in a curios tone.

                “Yeah,” Vicky said in a little laugh that sounded like she was coughing up a hairball.  “You uh…  I was just wandering what the knees and toes comment was about was all,” she said, taking her eyes away from Sarah’s and moving them to a table the detective was standing near.

                “Well you said head and shoulders and just left it kinda hangin there Vic, I was just fillin’ in the space.”  Pezzini stood there as Vicky leaned back in the stool she was sitting in the rest against the shining metal counter she was near.

                “I didn’t say ‘head and shoulders’.  I was thinking it, you know.”  Sarah raised an eyebrow at the comment as here hand unconsciously moved to slightly thumb the witchblade around her wrist like so many times before.  “It’s the shampoo you use.”  Sarah watched as Vicky turned away from her, spinning back around to the counter that some papers were strun about on, carefully handling and rearranging them.  “You lay it on kinda thick sometimes is all,” Vicky said in a soft voice.