CSI: NY Medical Examiner

The coroner's wagon came to a halt and Sid got out of the passenger side, kit in hand. He bundled up the collar of his long dark coat against the wintery cold and started to trudge through the slush in the parking lot towards the red and blue flashing lights and yellow tape. His two assistants were trailing behind him, working the bodybag and stretcher through the snow.

The crime scene was partly in the woods, off of a dirt path that had been slowly turning to mud during the daytime. Now that it was night, it had frozen solid into ugly lumps of ice that one had to be careful walking on top of.

Sid could see Mac talking with one of the officers off to the side and headed towards him. Stella was taking pictures of the crime scene.

"Hi, Mac," he said, his breath turning visible in the frosty air. "Where's the body?"
There was a smile behind Mac's eyes as he turned and pointed towards a rather large mass lying in the snow. Sid blinked a couple of times to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

"...oh no...you're kidding me..."

"Nope," Mac said, walking with him up to the scene.

"You want an autopsy on a horse?"

Mac nodded. "The...victim was being ridden by one of New York's finest. We can't find his rider, so we need to know how the horse died."

Sid sighed and opened his kit. "Well, first time for everything..."


[ooc: wanted to see if I could write Sid freehand, hope you enjoyed it]
[partially inspired by a Flack quote: We're pretty sure the horse didn't do it.]