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doors. While she didn't know him well, she’d worked with him on a few cases. Generally, Christopher Leonard didn't get woozy. He was stoic if anything.
    “Hey,” she said, crouching in front of him. Gently, she patted him on the cheek until he focused on her face. If she had to catch him, he’d never live it down. As newbies, the seasoned pros looked for any sign of weakness.
    They were brutal if you passed out from a dead body. Elizabeth knew she had to do something to help him save face.
    “Doc, look at me. Focus on my eyes. Come on. You can do this.”
    He took a few breaths and did as she asked. He’d never seen that color blue in eyes before. They were icy but warm at the same time.
    It must have been the concern.
    “I’m okay. I just needed a second. I’ve never seen…I don’t think I can…Elizabeth, it’s bad.”
    She reached into her blazer pocket and pulled out a candy bar. She’d grabbed it at the corner store after her run…just in case. Chris needed the sugar more than she did.
    “I want you to take a few deep breaths and eat this,” she offered, holding it out.
    He stared down at it. “I can’t. If I try and eat that, I’ll be sick. I’ll puke.”
    “If you pass out, darlin’,” she drawled as she continued, “your team is going to bust your ass. You’re the newbie, and you gotta make them think you’re ice. Hear me?”
    He nodded.
    “Trust me, Doc. I’ve got your back. I won’t let you be sick. I want you to eat this. Okay?”
    He took the offering and quickly unwrapped it with shaking fingers. “I hope you’re right.”
    “One of the other seasoned Feds taught me this trick. If you keep a candy bar close, you can use the sugar to keep you from hitting the dirt. I always carry one just in case.”
    He started eating.
    “It works. I’ve done it a few times on grizzly scenes. When you think you’re going to toss, eat the candy and take a seat.”
    Chris was grateful for her kindness. Staring up into her eyes, his heart thumped. The last person he wanted to see him faint was this agent.
    Elizabeth LaRue made his pulse jump.
    “You’re getting better,” she stated, keeping her fingers on his wrist.
    Yeah, something kick started his heart, but it wasn’t the sugar.
    It was her.
    “Thank you, Elizabeth.”
    She smiled. “No problem, Doc. It’s my pleasure. Now, why don’t you do what you do, and tell me what’s in there that has you so freaked out? I’m sure you saw it all in medical school.”
    “I’ve never seen anything like it before. It’s a house of horrors.”
    That said a lot.
    Over the last year, Elizabeth had seen a great deal, and so had Chris Leonard. Not only did they travel in the same circles, but they hit up the same crime scenes.
    He was her ME of choice.
    When they were called out and into the field, she could pick her team. Each time, she picked him.
    Why when he was obviously such a novice?
    Well, in a way, she felt bad for him. He was a newbie, like her, but the techs were often riding his ass. The man had yet to earn his role on a team, and Elizabeth didn't like when people bullied.
    He was a smart man, and she could see the potential. There was a quiet wisdom in his sensitive blue eyes. She could see compassion there, and that was a good thing. Most of the other ME’s were jaded and hardened.
    Elizabeth needed someone who would work well with her, and her gut said it was him.
    Honestly, Chris Leonard had crazy mad ME skills, and she was glad he was on her team.
    “Details, Doc. Focus on them and don’t see her as a person. Slip into that fancy medical degree of yours and let me see it through your eyes,” she drawled.
    “I don’t feel comfortable giving out speculation. Once I get her open…”
    Then he paused. The revulsion was there. She could see it.
    “What is it, Doc?”
    “I won’t have to open her up. She’s already been cut open. He sliced her apart.”
    Ewwww.
    Okay, that explained why he was borderline puking. She was right.