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Sid Hammerback, M.E.
21 February 2012 @ 05:49 am
Sid's Pager
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Sid Hammerback, M.E.
18 October 2009 @ 07:50 pm
[follows this]

It was a quiet night. The kind Sid would generally pass by reading a good book or chatting with the wife and kids over dinner. But the kids were grown up and away at college so it was even more quiet than usual. Lillian was upstairs working on her nails and watching a movie that Sid didn't care much for, so he was sprawled out on the couch in front of the fireplace. He'd intended to read the latest reports on bruising post mortem but it was so comfy where he was, he was soon snoring away, his glasses off to one side, fast asleep.
Current Mood: exhaustedexhausted
Sid Hammerback, M.E.
Sid felt his stomach turn, pausing as he knelt next to the body of a young six year old girl in a yellow dress; for once he didn't have anything witty to say.
Sid Hammerback, M.E.
19 July 2009 @ 03:11 pm
Wow, Sid was coaxed out of hiding!

Playing music with Mac
Sid Hammerback, M.E.
08 May 2009 @ 12:51 am
Thank you so much for the lovely gift. It's one of the few things a medical examiner doesn't get in the morgue, i.e. sunshine.

As for explaining why I've been absent, I'll have to do a little fourth wall breaking here. My mun is currently caught up with her other muses, most of them involved in her first love of science fiction, so she hasn't really wanted to use me much since then.

Not sure if I'll be coming back soon, mun hasn't been that inspired with Sid for a long time. But if there's a thread you're wanting me to comment on, lemme know. I'll see if I can talk her into something small.

Your fellow M.E.,

Sid Hammerback
Sid Hammerback, M.E.
21 March 2009 @ 07:28 pm
following this

Mac's office was dark as Sid came through the glass door. He really didn't feel like turning on the light, there was enough coming from the one light still on in the hall and the soda machine glow beyond the offices.

He hadn't been fibbing, the office was as pristine as ever. Sid shook his head, even intoxicated, Mac was efficient. Efficiently intoxicated?

Sid walked around the desk, double checking just to make sure. All of the files were stacked neatly in their respective places, the computer was logged off...not even a stray pencil anywhere. On an impulse, Sid sat down in Mac's chair with a sigh, indulging his imagination as to what it would be like to be head detective. Not that he would ever want such a job. He really did prefer the morgue and sorting out evidence and DB's down there. The view was rather nice through the glassed in partition that separated the office from the rest of the lab. Sid leaned back in the chair and sighed, thinking about Peyton leading Mac off by the hand and hoping they got home safely.

Leaning back in the chair made him notice something under the desk. There was a small red light glowing somewhere underneath. Sid got out of the chair, pushing it to the side, curious as he got down on his knees to look under the desk.

Right at eye level, stuck to the underside of the desk, was a red colored digital readout attached to a small box. 00:00:09...00:00:08...00:00:07...
Sid's eyes widened behind his glasses. Getoutgetoutgetout! his brain said, forcing him past the shock of what he was seeing. No time to think, just run.


Sid vaulted himself over the desk, scattering Mac's carefully laid paperwork around, trying to get some distance and knowing he was probably too late if this was a true bomb meant for the building. Why did he feel like he was moving in slow motion?


His hand just touched the door handle to open it...when it went off.


The explosion destroyed the desk, sending pieces of it upwards and outwards. The force of the small bomb made a concussion wave that took out all of the glass at the front of the office all at once, sending Sid through the door, glass and all, with it. The glass rained down on the floor outside while pieces of the desk dropped to the carpet inside.

Sid lay on the floor for a second, the blast ringing in his ears and making sure he was still breathing. He was pretty sure...he didn't feel dead or anything. Just severely shocked. He slowly turned over and got himself sitting upright, trying to avoid the pieces of glass he was sitting in. He probably had pieces of glass all over him...and possibly stuck in him...but he seemed to be in one piece. He looked back into the partially destroyed office.

"What on earth was that?" he said to no one in particular as people started running out of their respective labs to see what the noise had been about.

[ooc: *headdesk* forgot the wedding was today...feel free to keep the wedding stuff apart from this, that might be too confusing]
Current Location: CSI: NY lab
Sid Hammerback, M.E.
21 March 2009 @ 03:28 pm
1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll challenge you to try something.
3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you.
4. I'll tell you something I like about you.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours.
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