Here, There, And Everywhere

At 7:00 A.M my alarm clock rang, tearing me out off my blissful sleep. I quickly got dressed and pulled a brush through my shoulder-length, curly, brown hair. I hurried to the lab where I worked. Josie, my best friend and also the secretary, looked up when I came in.
“They just brought in a new body. Found her in the woods by a lake, if that helps.” Josie said.
I flashed a quick smile and went to the locker room to get my lab coat. I got to the operating table where the body was.
“What do we know so far?” I asked my intern, Jack.
Jack cast a quick glance at the body and replied,
“Caucasian female, in her late teens. Time of death, I’d say, was three to five days ago.”
I nodded pulling on a pair of latex gloves. I examined the flesh thoroughly.
“Besides this cut she’s got on her arm she doesn’t have any other injuries.” I muttered confusion obvious in my voice.
“That couldn’t have killed her, though.” I straightened up.
“There are some finger prints on her neck…I think she was strangled. Do you have identification yet?” I asked Jack. He nodded.
“Her name is Jennifer Dawl. Lucas left a picture.” He answered.
Lucas was in charge of identifying the victims brought into the lab. I stripped of the latex gloves off my hands and threw them away. Then I picked up the picture and studied it. The girl was pretty, blue eyes, red hair.
“Jack, I need the bones cleaned when I get back.” I said, looking up.
Then I went to the locker room to take off my lab coat and grab my bag. As I was about to leave Josie stopped me.
“Hey June, Sadie called. She wants to interview the victim’s parents. She’ll be here in five minutes.” Josie said.
Sadie was an FBI Agent. I found out the victims’ cause of death and identity, and Sadie caught the murderers.
“Okay, so I’ll see you later?” I asked.
“I’m here ‘til six then I’m leaving with or without you.” Josie joked. I grinned.
“See you later.” I called, turning to the door.
“June,” Josie started.
I turned around. A worried look had crossed her face.
“Yes?” I asked.
“Please be careful.” She said.
I had experienced a few ‘accidents’ while tracking down murderers.
“I will.” I promised.
Then I pushed open the door and stepped out into the warm, spring air. Sadie pulled up in her Chevrolet Corvette. I pulled open the car door and slid into the seat, throwing my bag in the backseat.
“Okay. Here’s the plan. I talk, you shut up. I don’t want you upsetting the victim’s parents with all your gory details.” Sadie said.
“There aren’t any.” I stated, slightly offended.
“What do you mean?” Sadie asked.
“Exactly what I said, there aren’t any gory details. She was cut in the arm and strangled.” I replied.
“If she was strangled then you could get finger prints, right?” Sadie asked.
“Don’t get excited there, Sades. We can’t always get finger prints.” I said.
Sadie sighed and turned on the radio.
“It’s been a hard day’s night, and I’ve been working like a dog. It’s been a hard day’s night. I should be sleeping like a log.”
“I love the Beatles!” Sadie cried.
I gave her a strange look.
“Right…” I trailed off.
“Especially John…he’s so smart, and funny, and so fvckin’ sexy!” Sadie said.
“Okay, back to the case then?” I asked feeling a little uncomfortable.
“Yeah, of course, it’s just…John’s so-“
I plugged my ears as Sadie went on muttering things about John I probably shouldn’t repeat. I switched off the radio as we pulled into the driveway of a rather small house. Sadie knocked on the door. A short, older woman opened the door. Her copper hair had silver streaks, implying she was in about her 50’s. I couldn’t help but notice these things. “Hi, Mrs. Dawl?” Sadie asked.
“Yes, that’s me. What’s going on?” She answered, her eyes growing wide.
Sadie gave her a small smile and continued,
“I’m Agent Rivera and this here is Dr. Dagher. We’ve come to ask you some questions.” Mrs. Dawl opened the door wide so that we could come in.
“Is Mr. Dawl here?” Sadie asked.
Mrs. Dawl shook her head biting her lip.
“He passed away yesterday night.” She choked out.
Sadie patted her on the back.
“I’m sorry for your loss.” She said.
Sadie gave me that look. The look that told me this was the worst time to tell a mother that her daughter was murdered. I had to admit, talking to people wasn’t my thing.
“Mrs. Dawl, I’m really sorry to inform you of this but your daughter has been murdered.” Sadie said gently.
“What?” Mrs. Dawl asked.
Then she burst into tears.
“No! My baby!” She cried. “Are you sure it’s Jenny?” Sadie nodded.
“I know this is hard to take in, but we need to ask you a few questions.” Sadie continued. Mrs. Dawl nodded.
“Do you know anyone who didn’t like Jennifer?” Sadie asked.
Mrs. Dawl shook her head vigorously.
“No, not at all. Everyone loved Jenny.” She said.
“Was Mr. Dawl close to Jennifer?” Sadie asked.
“Very. So close he seemed to think she’d need all of our well earned money to her after he died, leaving me with nothing except this house and 1,000$.” Mrs. Dawl said suddenly irritated. Sadie raised her eyebrows.
“Mrs. Dawl? Where were you three days ago?” She asked. Mrs. Dawl looked up.
“How would I know? I don’t remember! Are you accusing me of killing my own daughter?!” She exclaimed.
“Ma’am, if you didn’t kill her you have nothing to hide. We just need to know where you were.” Sadie said calmly.
“At the hospital…with my husband.” Mrs. Dawl said reluctantly. Sadie nodded.
“Okay, well…we’ll be in touch.” Then I followed Sadie to the car.
“I bet it was her.” I said when we were safely driving away.
“I don’t know…let’s not jump to conclusions here, June.” Sadie pointed out.
“It makes sense. She wants the money and if Jennifer isn’t there to take it, she gets it.” I tried.
“I don’t have enough evidence that I can use in front of the judge so we’re not going to arrest her.” Sadie said.
At six I was back in the lab looking at the cleaned bones.
“June?” I heard Josie’s voice.
“She was strangled, and then drowned, and she had three cracked ribs and-“
“June. Come on. We’re allowed to go. I thought we were gonna grab a drink or dinner or something.” Josie cut me off.
I sighed and stripped off the latex gloves.
“Okay.” I said, reluctantly hanging up my lab coat and locking the door behind me.
We walked down the dark street to the club we usually went to.
“I heard the Beatles were gonna be performing downtown, this Friday.” Josie said as we walked.
“I wouldn’t have guessed with all the posters and advertisements.” I said sarcastically. Josie smiled.
“Maybe we could leave work a little early and go.” Josie suggested carefully.
I shook my head.
“I’m not taking off work to see four self-centered musicians who aren’t even that good.” I said firmly. Josie sighed.
“Whatever. Just forget it.” We got to the club and headed to the bar. Josie and I both ordered a beer and sat down.
“You need a break, June. Until today you’ve been staying at the lab until midnight.” Josie said. “And you’re so lonely. You need to get a life outside of dissecting dead bodies, and catching criminals. Fall in love, for once.” I swallowed a spiteful comment. “I don’t have time to fall in love. I don’t feel s_xually attracted to anyone. All guys are s_xist and only care about getting laid.” I stated firmly.
Josie rolled her eyes. A guy sat down next to me with his friend and ordered a drink. “Don’t let it get ye down, mate. You’ll find someone else.” His friend said in what sounded like a British accent. “Ya know, George. You’re right. I should just forget ‘bout ‘er and focus on the concert.” He replied. The guy turned to see me and Josie. He had brown, almond-shaped eyes and slightly chubby cheeks. When he smiled the corner of his eyes crinkled. I didn’t exactly live under a rock and so I knew who it was.

Paul McCartney.

“Hey.” He said, flashing me a smile.
“Hi.” I replied.
“What’s your name, love?” He asked.
“June.” I replied awkwardly.
”I’m Paul.” He said and then looked around before his eyes met mine again. Then I did exactly what I always did.
“Your complexion is actually pretty pale, and your front teeth are big.” I said. Josie groaned and I blushed slightly.
”Erm…thanks?” Paul said. “Do ye wanna dance?” I shook my head.
“I don’t-“
”She’d love to dance with you.” Josie said excitedly.
“No I wouldn’t.” I said looking back at her.
“Yes you would! Now go dance.” Josie said firmly.
“I can’t dance.” I said slightly embarrassed.
“That’s okay. I can’t either.” Paul said and smiled.
I still can’t decide what was more awkward. Talking to Paul or dancing with him. I hadn’t been that close to anyone, let alone a guy, in a while. It was a slow song and I was feeling a newfound hatred for Josie for pulling me into this. He slowly wrapped his arms around my waist. I didn’t know what to do.
“Put your arms around my neck.” Paul instructed.
“Your neck?” I asked. I could almost hear Josie laughing.
“My neck.” He replied.
I gently put my arms around his neck.
“Like that?” I asked.
“Yeah.” Paul said and smiled yet again. I smiled back, very subtly.
As the music went on Paul started swaying back and forth. It could’ve put me to sleep, but I decided against it.
“So, what do you do for a living?” Paul asked.
“I examine dead bodies of victims for the FBI.” I replied calmly.
“That’s…nice…” Paul replied. “Do you play any instruments?”
“Piano.” I answered. “Until I was 14.”
“What happened?” Paul asked.
“My parents got divorced and neither of them wanted me so, they gave me up.” I answered.
“Maybe you could pick it up again.” Paul suggested.
“Pick what up?” I asked.
“Piano.” Paul replied.
“I don’t know. It’s been a while and I have work and-“
“How ‘bout you come to our concert and after the concert you could come to the studio we’re recording at and I’ll see what I can teach you.” Paul cut me off. I sighed.
“Can Josie come with me?” I asked.
“Sure! So, can I have your number?” He asked.
“Why do you need my number?” I asked.
“So I can call you.” He answered. I nodded and got a pen out of my pocket.
“Can I see your hand?” I asked.
“Sure.” Paul held out his hand and I wrote my number on the palm of his hand.
“So, I’ll see you Friday?” He asked.
“Yeah.” I said. Then I went back to find Josie.