Act 01 Scene of the crime

"Now you have to bring your work home with you!", Zorro snapped when he saw the files scattered over the dining room table. Not only had he come home and his husband hadn't been there yet and accordingly no meal was ready, so he had to take care of dinner, NO, the lawyer came after 9:30 in the evening Home and had nothing better to do than work straight away. The painstakingly cooked meal of the green-haired man was with a: "What is that supposed to represent ...?" been dismissed and not even a tiny bit of tenderness - not even a kiss! - had jumped out for him. Nothing. And it didn't look like Sanji was going to change that either. Thank you very much. Why had he married the blonde again?
"Relax, Zorro. After all, I have to work somewhere. Can you get me a bottle of water from the cellar?", Sanji grumbled, pushed his glasses back up and immersed himself in one of the files.Then he did the math without his husband, who propped himself up with both arms on the table and glared at the worker angrily. "Then why don't you work in the office ?! I don't bring my work home either, or have you ever seen corpses lying in the refrigerator ?!" Sanji sighed softly and took off his glasses. His day had been hard enough, today he had neither the nerve nor the desire to argue with Zorro. "I would work in the law firm, but I just can't get around to it. The new assistant is constantly pestering me with questions or prancing up and down next to me because I can't concentrate! If you would stop annoying me now, please ?! "
Zorro's eyebrow twitched dangerously. So he was annoying the blonde? He eyed the black files angrily and hesitantly picked up one of them. Immediately he got the undivided attention of Sanji, who seemed to pierce him with his piercing eyes. "Put them down again!", the blonde hissed, jumped to his feet and wanted to tear the papers out of Zorro's hand, but he dodged skillfully." And if not? ", he teased the lawyer, leaned against the wall and opened the file. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah blah, blah, blah, blah blah. He didn't care. But he knew that it appealed to Sanji ... so he was all the more surprised that he should." Still holding the file in his hands, but the blonde had turned away from him and disappeared into the kitchen, perhaps to get a drink.
When the glass smashed against the wall next to his head, Zorro knew that he was wrong. Sanji didn't just get something to drink. The green-haired man stared perplexedly at the wall next to his head, then at the floor, where there were some broken pieces. The black file had slipped out of his hand in shock and landed on the floor, where Sanji now opened it again. "Are you crazy ?! That thing could have hit me!", Zorro complained loudly and patted the few splinters off his shoulder."Next time I better aim, you have to rely on it.", The lawyer snapped back, took his work and sat calmly at the table. Angry, the green-haired man started to insult when he was interrupted by a cell phone ringing. Confused, he looked around the room. Now he had forgotten the swear word that had been on the tip of his tongue. Even as he brooded over it, an acrid smell of cigarettes spread in the dining room. "Seems like you have to go to work, Zorro.", Sanji said dryly and took a drag on his cigarette while Zorro rushed into the living room next to it and searched it for his cell phone. "I know that !!", Zorro yelled over his shoulder, finally found the phone and took the call. "Yes ?!" he growled into the receiver. "Dr. L? It's me, Robin. A young girl has been found at the edge of the forest, you should come here." Without another word he hung up, grabbed his jacket and gave Sanji an uncertain look."We'll talk more later!" He hissed and made his way to the car.

Still angry at his dearest husband, a loaded Zorro parked his car in the underground parking lot of the forensic medicine. He slammed the car door behind him and walked quickly towards the entrance gate. There was only one guard there that late and without his usual equipment he could hardly drive to a crime scene. He could only hope that Robin would be in the morgue, or still be. For the girl, work was almost her second home and Zorro would not have been particularly surprised if she had also resided here. Grumbling, he rang the doorbell, pulled out his ID, and stepped impatiently from one leg to the other. As soon as the officer was seen, he showed the ID and made it clear with a brusque wave of the hand that he had to hurry. Without hesitation, the door opened with a hum.Zorro went purposefully towards the stairs that led upstairs to the rooms in which he mostly spent his working hours. With one hand on the railing, he quickly walked back the stairs and then hurried quickly down the hall. He didn't even notice the sterile smell, he'd been breathing it in for too long, day after day. Impatiently, he entered the white-tiled room, the furnishings of which consisted mainly of cold, metal couches and tables. On one of the loungers, a black-haired young woman leaned over the cut abdominal wall of a man named Christoph Jung. He certainly didn't mind that the woman intended to weigh his stomach and then examine it, because he was dead. "Evening, Robin."; Zorro greeted his assistant with a murmur while he set about gathering everything he needed and then driving to the crime scene with screeching tires. "Wonderful evening, Dr. L! Take a look at this man's liver!It's hard to believe, I've had such a big liver since --- "She broke off when she noticed that her boss wasn't following her explanations. Instead, she watched him briefly, bored, as he put some instruments together before she left turned back to the corpse. "Bye. ", Zorro mumbled and was on the best way to leave his workplace when he remembered something." Robin, where do I have to go? "Robin made an extravagant gesture, but didn't look up." St. Jeffreys Street, right on the edge of the forest. Idyllic area, Dr. L, really. The forest is ideal for walking. On Sundays I sometimes go --- "She heard the door slam shut. When she turned around, she just saw Zorro disappear around the corner. Sighing, she turned back to her" patient "." At least you are listening me too, right? ", she muttered and continued with her work.

After getting lost a few times, Zorro finally stopped at the street in question.He could see the blue light from a distance. He rubbed his temple briefly with one hand, then forced himself to take the bag and go to the crime scene. In general, he liked his work, but not at half past ten, when he should have finished work, and also not when he had just had an argument with Sanji, because then he was mad and could become a murderer himself. Which of course he didn't. Annoyed, he squeezed past the onlookers, bent down under the red and white tape and looked at the bunch of idiots who were scurrying from A to B more or less excitedly. Probably all squad police officers on duty and creating more trouble than anything else. Looking around, he looked around for someone who could be in command here. And he found her. It was a somewhat fat man, around forty years of age, who was leaning against a tree trunk with his arms crossed and watching the whole thing. Zorro stepped up to him furiously."Are you the boss here?", Zorro growled with flashing eyes. He simply interpreted the mumbling he got back as a "yes". "Then tell your men to leave my crime scene immediately!" Demanded Zorro and watched from the corner of his eye as one of the policemen lost his balance in the thicket and fell straight into a pile of leaves. "And who are you, if I may ask?" Said the man in a tired voice. "Dr. Lorenor Zorro, pathologist. And now you tell your men to withdraw and not touch anything until the forensics come!", Zorro ordered annoyed. How stupid did you have to be to spoil a crime scene like that? Snorting, he turned away from the man and went in search of his territory: the corpse. It wasn't long before he found her. A young woman lay slumped on the forest floor. Open, blue hair covered half of her pale face and half of her wide-open eyes.Her jeans were dirty, probably from a fall. Her white sweater was soaked in blood around the abdomen. Zorro guessed it to be twenty-one, maybe twenty-two, he didn't want to be specific about that. Sighing, he pulled the sterile disposable gloves over his rough hands to start his work. His gaze fell on a man who was standing only a few meters away from him and was staring at the body of the young woman. If there was one thing Zorro couldn't stand, it was being stared at at work. "Is what ?!" he snapped at the young policeman. "N- No ..." he replied, muttering rather than saying, before finally turning to one side and vomiting with a groan. "Not at the crime scene! Get out of here, but now !!!", the green-haired man yelled annoyed, and when the black-haired policeman trotted off, he turned back to his work. But it wasn't long before he was interrupted again. An angry, all-too-familiar voice yelled through the entire forest."What do you think of mistreating my crime scene like that ?! Who allowed you to let your inexperienced police officers loose on this piece of forest, huh ?! You know very well that this is a matter for forensics, pathology and the criminal police and nothing for newbies like You! If any piece of evidence is damaged or lost in any way, I'll hold you responsible and you should hire a good lawyer, you can bet on it! And now make yourself useful and watch that all the onlookers and the press don't come too close to us, understand? "Zorro smiled slightly. Yes, Detective Inspector Nami Silver's voice was unmistakable once heard. He leaned over the young woman again. Seconds later he heard a few branches crack behind him, then a sigh. "Hello, Zorro.", She greeted him annoyed. They often worked together, so they knew each other relatively well."Evening Nami. You gave it to him," praised the