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@hyungsikmi

Sera sighed softly. It wasn’t that she disliked seeing Hyungsik in the lab, and it wasn’t that she was unaccustomed to him coming down on his breaks or during late shifts, but when he showed up for the third time in two hours, she was getting a little tired. She knew they were going to go through the same loop for the third time, and in an attempt to stop it all from happening before it could start, she immediately started, “no your results aren’t ready.” She looked up from the fabric she was analyzing, throwing him a little glare, then went back to drawing circles around the marks that glowed under the UV light, “and no, I’m not asking ballistics to put your case on top of the pile.”

This was how the lab sorted the order of things: first, it was urgency, and then it was the order of receipt. Now his case was not nearly as urgent as the others ahead of it, and yet he continued to badger her about it. For whatever reason, he thought he could talk her into using her influence to get his results sooner, and that simply wasn’t going to happen. Yes, she understood how burning curiosity was, she’d experienced that a million times, but again, she wasn’t going to make any exceptions. Clearly, he wasn’t getting the hint. “Seriously, Hyungsik, can’t you just wait? You’ll be notified as soon as we’re done with the bucket of bullets we have from your site.”

@mixjaebum

Alright, so her mother was out of the country once again. But why did that mean Sera had to represent her at this party? Why couldn’t she simply decline the invitation peacefully, like she should have? Of course her mother had to tell her last minute too... Sera was too responsible, and her mother knew how to manipulate that to her advantage. So, much to her dismay, there she was, stepping out of her ride and into the venue with her ever so polite smiles.

Appearance wise, she easily fit into these settings. She was beautiful, well groomed, and carried herself with much dignity. She was, after all, of very good breeding. But that image was very much tainted the moment she opened her mouth, not because her speech was less refined than she was, but her ideology simply clashed with a lot the rules, values, and beliefs of the majority of the attendees of these settings. She was never afraid of speaking her mind, and that was very often quite unwelcome.

She sighed and braced herself for another night, reminding herself that she’d survived countless of these gatherings before, and she was going to survive this one too, (hopefully without the need to send someone to the hospital, or a need to go to court for being way too sharp). But then the reminder that she was set up to be with someone tonight seeped in on her, and once again, she was sighing.

@jonginxmi

She had finally gotten her hands on her phone once again, and it was time to reach back. She hadn’t seen Jongin since the accident, (two days were oddly long considering she had practically lived at the lab for over a month now). But she knew he had dropped by the hospital on both days; the chocolate milk bottles he had left for her were quite the comforting treats, she must admit. (But why didn’t he stick around? it wasn’t like he understood the concept of private space when it came to her to begin with, not with how he crashed nearly every site she was on, heck, he even invaded and occupied her precious couch in her office. So why was this any different? Why did he feel the need to keep his distance this time?)

But anyway, he had left her multiple missed calls too, and it was finally time to respond.

@himchanmi​ - (origin):

seraxmi:

[ ✉ ] don’t freak out but i’m in the hospital.

Reading over the text again, he could feel his heart sink into worry, and even though his brain was still trying to process, his fingers immediately began typing out a response, quickly.   [ ✉ hermione ] What happened and are you okay? [ ✉ hermione ] I promise I’ll save my freaking out for if 1) I don’t hear from you again soon or 2) It’s something really bad Although Himchan wouldn’t mention that just seeing the phrase ‘don’t freak out’, as well as finding out Sera in the hospital in the same line of text wasn’t exactly something he could be calm about, either—but him having a panic attack on her would do neither of them any good. [ ✉ hermione ] Which hospital are you at? [ ✉ hermione ] And please let me know if you need to me to come up there, because I would and will in a heartbeat. Because Sera was family in essence, and he’d drop everything, even work, if she needed him (whether if she said she did or not).

She truly didn’t want him to worry, but at the same time, sooner or later he was going to find out about this, and finding out from a different source, someone other than herself, she’d imagine would be quite hurtful considering the status of their friendship; they were pretty much family.

[txt] I promise you, I’m alright [txt] was just a little car accident with the typical baggage that comes with it [txt] but I am fine now. [txt] I will likely be out by tomorrow.

Was it wrong that she didn’t mention exactly how long she had already been there? Would it make him worry more if he knew this was already her third day at the hospital? She truly didn’t want to keep him in the dark, but considering she was pretty much blind the last two days, there was little she could do with her phone. She texted him as soon as she got it back.

[txt] I’m in Severance. [txt] But don’t worry, Channie, I promise I’m alright, you don’t have to drive up here.

@hyungsikmi

“Here’s your copy of the tox report for the latest victims, Sera... it seems clean, preliminarily, but, everyone else went home already so... we’re meeting in the morning to conduct our review. Just thought you’d like to see it before then.” Her coworker left the freshly printed sheets of paper on the table next to her, “Try to get some rest soon too, okay?” And with that, he bid her goodnight and left.

She was running fingerprints from the fourth murders to compare them to the third murders in hopes of catching any indications that someone was on both scenes. But now, her attention was on the toxicology report she had to peer review in the morning with her fellow colleagues before she could go and share it with the rest of the investigative team.

She was mildly displeased that nothing seemed to strike out, and the question regarding why the killer’s M.O. reverted to that of the very first set of killings was no where near getting an answer. Why did the killer stop poisoning the victims and revert to strangulation?

She was quite immersed in reading that she did not notice how someone, a tall someone that had a bad habit of sneaking up on her, was approaching. But he got his punishment though, because the moment he tapped her shoulder and startled the life out of her, her arms instinctively jerked back to, not so gently, smack him. “Hyungsik!!! Goodness! Do you always have to be like this?!”

@raphxmi:

It was true. Kiseop was staring at the young CSI specialist, his caesar salad half-neglected on the plate in front of him. He was staring, not because he was so over come by her beauty (but he’d admit she was very cute) but because he’d become rather distracted by the spot of sauce just outside the left corner of her lips. Instead of subtly hinting to his lunch companion that she may need to use her napkin to wipe her mouth discreetly, he did the very Kiseop thing of just… focusing on that one spot and zoning out until her voice snapped him out of it.

“Ah. Oh right. Sorry, but you have some—” he broke off and tapped the outside corner of his lip, “—right there. Let me get it for you.” Without much preamble Kiseop picked up his own napkin and scooted closer to swiftly dab at the offending bit of sauce.

“All gone~!”

It had become a habit for the two of them to grab lunch together whenever her victim was his patient. She’d noticed him staring at her for quite a bit while she read through his report on the state of the victim, who was currently being prepped for her to collect evidence. When his staring continued, that was when she looked up from the papers and spoke.

She was still slightly distracted, but before she could reach for the corner of her lips, he had already dealt with the sauce smear. She blinked for a moment, not expecting what happened, but she didn’t mind it much. She chuckled, and proceeded to wipe her entire mouth with a napkin for safe measures. “Well, thanks. I’d rather you’ve told me from the beginning.”

@himchanmi

She had certainly not expected to spend her day off with a bunch of 4-5 year olds, but when Himchan contacted her, frantically in need of help due to a sudden lack of volunteers, and when the role included reading, who was she to say no? Overall, the event was a success, or she hoped so despite the little bumps here and there that she was currently sharing with Himchan as they took the venue down.

“So 10 minutes in, a boy decides he really needs to go to the bathroom... and 2 other kids raise their hands to join him.” She started, placing one chair after another into a stack, “all the parents had already left, and I couldn’t see any of the available staff... and I didn’t want to just send the 3 of them to the bathroom alone... so we all get up, we take the books with us, and we form a train towards the bathroom.” Sera always claimed she wasn’t good with children. She never truly was a child, even in her childhood, and just like she didn’t understand children back then, she didn’t give herself enough credit with her progress right now.

“So we get there, two boys go into the men’s bathroom, a girl into the women’s. I didn’t realize at the time what a bad idea it was to send the boys to the men’s bathroom... but anyway, I give them a couple of minutes, and the rest of us continue to read outside the bathroom. Five minutes later, I still don’t hear anything from them... none of them are out... so I go check on the girl first... and she says, “the poop is not coming out! it hurts!” ...clearly, I was having a constipated girl on my hands, on the verge of tears...” She chuckled, pushing the trolly that had all the extra event chairs towards the storage room.

@mixjoongki

She’d managed to evade most parties and gatherings of the season, but this one... this one she could not escape. Her mother went as far as to meddle with her work schedule and every other thing on her list to make her attend. It was bad for her image, she’d always tell Sera, never accepting that her daughter simply did not care about how she was viewed by the top percentage of the population.

How come you rarely ever show up? This is fine champagne, you sure you don’t want some? Do you still work that menial job? Aren’t you too pretty for that? So you’re not really a police officer? Don’t CSIs like... clean up blood and guts? like...ewww! So why did you choose that? You’d have a lot of potential in your mother’s field. What’re you doing sitting around while everyone your age is dancing? Why do you always avoid dancing? Don’t you know how to dance? Well... you can’t expect a CSI to indulge in the finer aspects of life, I suppose... but surely you know? [Is she really Yoo Minji’s daughter?]

Whispers and unnecessary questions and comments, and they were always the same, every single time. And every time, she’d provide the same answers, but it were as if her words entered from one ear and exited right at the other. Aside from the superficial speeches, [though these were easier to handle as she could easily tune them out], this was the most frustrating part of these gatherings.

She’d managed to ignore it all for the majority of the evening until some crime-fiction-loving, pseudo-detective showed up and blabbed his heart away about investigative techniques and procedures, to which she, naturally, began to correct, aware yet dismissive of the tenseness growing in the air as she accidentally scratched the pride of the ambitious challenger.

“...we don’t do DNA tests as often as you’re suggesting, sir, simply because they take a lot of time, and they’re often inconclusive.” She’d had enough of the latter’s ignorance, and she realized that she should not have entertained the conversation at all as it was never worth speaking to someone who’d refuse to listen, but that was a tad too late now.