Large PrintHandheldAudioRating
using
 paypal
Twisting The Hellmouth Crossing Over Awards - Results
Is your email address still valid?

Waking The Dead

StoryReviewsStatisticsRelated StoriesTracking
Ficlet(s)

Summary: Angel wakes up and finds himself in the City Morgue. Written for Tth100.

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
CSI > CSI Las VegasAaronlisaFR1321,032035,74628 Oct 052 Dec 05No

Waking The Dead

Pairings: Angel/Dr. Robbins interaction

Rating: FR13

Disclaimer: The Buffyverse belongs to Joss Whedon and company, while CSI belongs to Jerry Bruckheimer and company.

Notes: Set post-NFA, and during Season Six of CSI. This was written for prompt #41 (doctor) for TtH100



“It looks fairly straightforward from what I can tell so far. He died of a gun shot would to the heart,” Robbins explained as he pointed out the wound.

”Alright, call me if anything comes up,” Nick said.

”Of course.”

Nick nodded as he walked out, leaving the coroner to do the autopsy so that he could process the evidence found at the scene. Robbins turned away from the body to prepare for the autopsy. He picked up the report from the crime scene and was confused by the low body temperature that had been recorded. If it was accurate then the victim had been dead for a considerable amount of time, which conflicted with everything else about the report. He assumed that it could have been faulty equipment or an inaccurate reading, whatever the case was; he’d start by retaking the body temperature.

“Alright, let’s get you started,” Robbins said as he turned around to face the corpse.

The thermometer clattered to the ground, as he took in the sight of the corpse sitting up and looking around. The two remained motionless as they took stock of one another and the situation that they found themselves in.

“That would explain the body temperature,” Robbins calmly said.

“What’s going on?” Angelus groggily asked.

”You were shot in the heart.”

”Where am I?”

“The morgue. Your clothes are currently being processed,” Robbins said as he started to move away from the gurney.

“You know what I am?” Angel carefully asked as he watched the other man, confused by his calm reaction.

“I have a good idea of what you are.”

”I need to get out of here. Can you help me or are you going to try to stop me?”

”Last time, I helped out I almost ended up on my own table,” Robbins replied as he pulled out a wooden cross from the desk he had moved towards.

“I’m just interested in getting out of here,” Angel stated.

“I’ll need to call someone first, you just can’t walk out of here.”

”Fine,” Angel replied knowing that he had no other choice but to trust the man in front of him.

Angel patiently waited for the coroner to make his call. As he did so, he thought about the coroner’s calm reaction to what had happened. He was surprised by the reaction he had received. The only other time, he can remember something similar happening had been in Sunnydale, where although vampires and demons were an everyday occurrence, people still tended to overreact and panic. However, here in Las Vegas where he was pretty certain that this wasn’t an everyday occurrence, the man in front of him was taking it in stride. His heartbeat hadn’t even speeded up, beyond the initial surprise of seeing Angel awake and conscious. Before he could think about it more, the coroner put down the receiver and placed the cross down beside the phone.

”Grissom will be here in a few minutes to sort everything out.”

”You seem rather calm about this,” Angel said, his curiosity getting the better of him.

”The first few times that this has happened, I can tell you that I was anything but calm. But its Las Vegas, you get to a certain point after working in the City Morgue that nothing surprises you anymore. Well there was that purple guy with the two hearts, but I am digressing,” Robbins explained.

“I am not used to someone being calm when confronted with the knowledge of what I am.”

”I can’t say that my reaction is normal, but everybody reacts differently.”

Before Angel could say anything, another man with an air of authority about him walked into the room. Angel could tell that his reaction was one of curiousness more than anything else. Thankfully, the man just handed him his clothes rather than inspecting him more, which Angel was sure he would have if he had been the given the opportunity to do so. Once he was dressed, Angel was quickly ushered out and back onto the streets of Las Vegas.



**END**
Next Chapter
StoryReviewsStatisticsRelated StoriesTracking