NCIS: Los Angeles

Heavy steps rushed down the hall.
Doors were slammed.
„Where is she? I've got to see her!“
Harriett usullay wasn't curious, at least not so obvious.
But the voice was alarming her.
It sounded like Gs.
Though she couldn't imagine him being so upset at all, she left her office and stepped out into the small hall.
The glass door to the entry of the autopsy room was standing open.
Compartement doors were slammed, stretchers were rattling in their rails.
Roses voice was cracking, as always, when she was nervous, her words got muddled.
„Rose, a small woman with blonde hair … „
Gs voice broke.
Shocked....