UR2: Gotta Start Somewhere
Title: Gotta Start Somewhere
Rating: FR 15
TtH Prompt: #100 Dry
Fandom/Theme: Angel/Lincoln Rhyme
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal.com and TtH
Spoilers: None for Lincoln Rhyme; after series finale for Angel
Series: Unresolved Pt 2
A/N: This was written for the tth100. The only linking thing for these is Faith in them.
Summary: Faith and Amelia get closer working on the case.
“So you can determine an approximate age of a vampire?”
“Not something so exact,” Faith said with a shake of her head. “Fledglings- the newly dead- tend to be inelegant with their feedings. Those a little older tend to be neater with their bites. The only time this wouldn’t be true is with vampire junkies.”
“You mean there’s people out there who get off on this? I’d think they’d worry about waking up a vampire,” Amelia commented.
“Hollywood misconception. There has to be a blood exchange for them to rise a vampire. The cast should be almost dry now. Lots of vamps don’t drive, so these tire tracks should be a big help to the case.”
“I’ve been in forensics for a while, but with your focus in the subject matter, how’d you study for it?”
“Well, Wes likens the supernatural forensics to the early days of normal forensics. I mean, you didn’t even have DNA testing until the 80s. Forensics is more about arguing why this method shows results better than the last one. But try explaining the mystical to a jury- not that easy yet.”
“So why haven’t I heard about this before?”
“Because we try and make sure it’s in grand jury testimony, so then all we have to do is refer to the transcript. We’re still feeling our way in the legal arena. That’s why having Wolfram and Hart’s R&D department comes in handy sometimes,” Faith said with a big grin. “Wanna go get a drink and I can explain more about it?”
Amelia mentally crossed her fingers. “Sounds like fun. I’ve got some mixers at my place- lil bit cheaper then heading into downtown New York on a Friday night- we’d get mobbed.”
Faith chuckled. “Nah, don’t really want anyone else bugging us. Do you?”