This idea came into my head and it refused to go away. But I'm not sure if I would continue this story anytime soon, since I'm focusing on my other one (All These Things That I've Done). Still, I hope you guys enjoy it.

"Hadley, Marshall. Go take a look at this." Lieutenant Virginia Gordon ordered and tossed the case file onto the desk. Remy slammed her hand on top of the file before it slid off the desk. "The GSA has already sent someone down there."

"Let me guess. Cameron." Remy spat out the name distastefully. Ever since they worked together for the first time six months back, they had never been on each other's good side. "Why the hell do they keep sending her?"

"Because she's the best damn medical examiner in the whole of San Francisco. Get over it, Hadley." Sherman Marshall, her long-time partner, responded with a smirk. Remy shot him a glare from her side of the conjoined desk.

"I think you're the one who should get over it, Marshall. She's not interested." Remy snapped back. Sherman had been trying to get the grade A medical examiner to go out with him, but his every effort had been shot down. He twisted his mouth to one side in annoyance at being reminded.

"Oh, will the two of you stop it? Just get your asses down there and do your damn job." Lt. Gordon barked as she turned away to head back to her office. Remy and Sherman shared an amused look before gathering up their stuff and then moved to leave the precinct.

They reached the scene of crime after a fifteen minutes drive. An ambulance and several police cars were parked along the road. There were quite a few police officers trying to push curious onlookers back, not wanting them to get too close to the crime scene.

"Detectives Hadley and Marshall from the DHI." Remy uttered to one of the officers as they flashed him their respective badges. He nodded and then lifted up the yellow tape that sealed the crime scene off for them to go through.

"What have you got?" Remy asked the officer-in-charge as they walked deeper into the alley, where the body lay. There were other investigators from the crime lab who were collecting samples.

"29 year-old male, Earnest Foster. He's a street musician. His body was found just a couple of hours ago by a kitchen help in the restaurant next door. He came in here to dump the trash, but came across this instead." The officer gestured towards the body. "Whoever did this is one hell of a psychopath."

"Did he touch anything?" Sherman questioned.

"Nope. He said he nearly peed in his pants. So if you find a urine sample, it'll probably be his." The officer joked. Remy and Sherman laughed a little, as appropriate as the current situation allowed.

"Thanks, Officer... Patterson." Remy said, after taking a glance at his nametag.

When they reached the back of the alley, the both of them cringed at the ghastly sight. The victim's front was sliced open with most of his internal organs spilled out. Allison was kneeling beside the body as she examined it.

"Dr. Cameron." Remy greeted monotonously.

Allison raised her head up slightly to see Remy and Sherman standing over her and the body. "Detective Hadley, Detective Marshall." She greeted back with equal enthusiasm, then turning her attention back to the bloody mess.

Tension was heavy in the air as silence loomed over the three of them. Sherman cleared his throat awkwardly. "So... What can you tell us, Dr. Cameron?" He asked, deciding to break the silence.

Remy fidgeted around, getting rather impatient at waiting for Allison to answer. She placed her hands on her hips and clenched her jaw in irritation. "Well?" She asked, raising the volume of her voice a little.

Allison shot her a displeased look. "You think this is easy? If you're so impatient, come do it yourself." She snapped. The lackadaisical attitude that Remy seemed to have, pissed her off tremendously.

"What's your problem?" Remy took an intimidating step forward but was stopped by her partner before she got any further. Allison scowled at her in response.

"Come on, Hadley. Calm down." Sherman whispered into her ear as he pulled her back by her arm. "Take your time, Dr. Cameron. Whenever you're ready." He said reassuringly to Allison, giving her a polite smile. Remy shrugged his hand off fiercely and stood a few paces back from the body with her hands folded across her chest, a frown on her face. There's just something about the blonde that seemed to always get on her nerves.

Allison let out a breath. "Well, based on the temperature of his body, he's been dead for eight hours at least. And the angles of slices on his body indicate the killer is most likely a left-hander." She explained calmly. "The slicing patterns the blade made are very unique, not like any typical knife. The shape of the blade may be curved. When the killer pulled the knife out, the organs got pulled out along with it."

Remy grimaced in disgust at the description while Sherman nodded thoughtfully. "Thanks. Is there anything else we should know?" He asked.

Allison shook her head. "That's all I've got for now. I'll take the body back to the morgue and see what I can find." She replied as she stood up. "I'll call you when I find something."

"If you find something." Remy said under her breath, earning her a glare from Sherman.

Allison narrowed her eyes at Remy before picking up her medical examination kit. "I know you don't like me, Detective Hadley. But could you at least show me some respect?" She questioned with a trace of hurt detectable in her tone.

Remy dropped her head in shame. She chastised herself mentally for being so short-tempered. "I'm sorry." She mumbled.

Allison turned and walked away without so much as a response, clutching the handle of the kit tightly. She pursed her lips into a straight line, keeping up her strong appearance as she headed in the direction of her car.

"What is wrong with you?" Sherman scolded as soon as the blonde medical examiner was out of sight.

"I don't know! It just came out of nowhere." Remy protested lamely. "There's just something about her."

"I don't think it's her who is the problem. Maybe there's just something about you." Sherman retorted, frowning deeply.

"Can we just stop talking about this? There's a psychotic killer to find." Remy said exasperatingly.

"Fine. But the two of you need to work out your issues. Seriously. There's only so much drama I can take." Sherman stated. He loathed being stuck in the middle of the two women. There wasn't one case that he could recall in which they didn't snap at each other.

"Let's just solve this damn case first, okay? We should pay a visit to Foster's family, tell them the bad news." Remy rubbed her temples to relieve the pressure in her head. She hated this part of her job the most.

Sherman nodded and they walked in silence to the car.