[center]Nikki had just hung her lab coat up and was getting ready to leave to go home after a long day. Besides Ronald's body, she had the body of an older woman who died from a heart attack, a middle aged man who was in a car accident, and than there was the body of Ronald Greene, a murder victim. She had a long, exhausting day and she was ready to go home, take a hot bubble bath, drink some hot tea and watch re-runs of I Love Lucy or Friends on TV Land, but that dream was long lived. She sighed at the call coming through her telephone. One of the men from the FBI was here to look at the body. They weren't suppose to get here until tomorrow!

Groaning, Nikki shrugged her white lab coat back on, leaving her wavy hair down. She heard the beep of the metal swinging doors opening and smiled at Mason's appearance. "Mr. Hearne, this is our medical examiner, Nichole Potts. She'll show you the body of our vic, and explain his injuries." Mason said. "Thanks, Mace." Nikki said, giving her signature killer wink to the Sergeant. He turned a bright shade of red and nodded, leaving Nichole with the FBI man. "Follow me." She said after Mason left. She led the man to the locker she just left alone. She took out her large bundle of keys and found the one with a sticker with the number '8'.

Nikki unlocked the door and pulled out the cold slab, a wave of cold air hit Nikki, blowing her hair back behind her. "Gloves." She instructed, putting her on a pair, scooting the box to the FBI man. She continued on to report the man's injuries and cause of death to the Mr. Hearne. What was his first name? "Okay, you see his face? These injuries were made before he was killed. The abrasions and bruises are fresh still. After the heart stops beating, you stop pumping blood, and therefore, you don't bruise." She said. Ronald's face had two black eyes, a swollen lip with a cut, and cuts all over his face. "I think our perp was trying to beat him, because he didn't think we'd be able to identify the man. But all I have to do is take a hair sample and voola, we have a name. Ronald Greene, no children, and a wife at home, Whitney Greene, who very much wants her husband's body back." Nikki said, pausing for a brief moment.

"The beating on his face wasn't his cause of death, though." She said and paused. "He has bruises on his sides as well, also made before the poor man was put out of his misery. But his cause of death was this bullet." She said, waving her hand for him to follow her. She opened her evidence locker and took out the bag she had labeled, offering it out to Mr. Hearne. "This is the cause of death. A bullet straight through his heart." She said. "Is there anything else you'd wish to look at?" She asked the man, patiently waiting for his response. He was pretty handsome, she couldn't deny that. A strong jawline, beautiful eyes, and looked like he was in perfect shape.