http://equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fh_trips2006-03-22 09:24 am

The Body Farm

"Good morning, everyone. Please be certain to sign the roster list. If you have any specific questions about a given corpse, don't hesitate to ask.

"Some rules: Do not touch anything. Do not run amuck in here. Do not fight with each other. Do not piss me off, I'm not in the mood."

They begin walking around the facility. "Nearly everything known about the science of human decomposition comes from one place -- forensic anthropologist William Bass' Body Farm, funded by the University of Tennessee. This facility is rather similar in many respects."

The bodies are stuffed into car trunks, left lying in the sun or shade, buried in shallow graves, covered with brush or submerged in ponds.

"Grissom, can you explain what the significance of some of these insects are?" To the class, noting some faces looking green, "I did bring vomit bags--don't hesitate to grab one out of pride. Hell--I'm wearing one. Ruining this research might have you added to the research."

"Various scientists take note of what insects come calling, and how long it takes them to do their work. Others test vital organs for protein degradation, amino-acid breakdown and levels of gas in the tissue. A project in partnership with the nearby Oak Ridge National Laboratory aims to create a calendar of decomposition by finding a substance that decays at a stable rate for comparison -- the half-life of death, so to speak."

Re: Questions - Ms. Sidle

[identity profile] drgrissom.livejournal.com 2006-03-22 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"No." The smile doesn't leave his face, but he leans in to whisper in her ear. "Although you are inspiring some thoughts that wholly inappropriate for our current setting. Can I give you my windbreaker, and I'll get up and check on the students?"

Re: Questions - Ms. Sidle

[identity profile] drgrissom.livejournal.com 2006-03-22 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
He lays a quick kiss on her cheek and then shrugs out of the LVPD windbreaker, moving to drape it over her shoulders. It's cool out, but he has an old sweatshirt on.

"I won't be out of earshot," he says unnecessarily, and lets himself adjust the jacket on her shoulder for just a second before taking a step back.

[OOC: Sorry, busy morning and now evening. *facedesk* I'll catch back up on the post later tonight. :) ]