det-montoya.livejournal.comPresents come in odd shapes and sizes. There's one waiting for her when she arrives back at work the day after Christmas. On her desk is a forensics report that bears the name "Mitchell, Andy". She throws her coat over the back of the chair and grabs a cup of coffee before sitting down. Some of the report is typed. Some of it's in a chicken scribble that belongs to Nora Fields. For the most part, it's pretty much what she expected.
Time of death. Condition of the body upon incision. Toxicology. Other lab results. Ballistics. Trajectory.
The coffee is suddenly abandoned. It spills over the side of the cup as it hits the table top.
The first bullet hit Mitchell straight on. The two that followed did not.
There's a post-it note attached at the bottom of the page. It's also in Field's handwriting. "You said this guy was shot in self defense?"
She shakes her head in disgust. Great. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, chica.