I knew it was going to be an interesting Monday when I got the call from my Lt. at 0730 as I was getting ready to leave for work.

"Morning, Diana."
"Morning, Loo."
"How ya doin'?"
"Just peachy, Loo."
"Didja have a nice weekend?"
"Whaddya want?"
"Do you have boots?"
"The combat kind or the slogging through mud kind?"
"The slogging through mud kind."

Turned out a body had been found in a burned out car about half a mile down a muddy trail in the middle of nowhere (otherwise known as Lacombe.) Most of what was left of the body had already been taken away by the coroner's office, but the rest of the vehicle still needed to be sifted through for more remains (cre-mains?) and evidence.

So, I spent all of Monday crouched in a burned Lincoln Navigator sifting through ashes and debris, collecting bone fragments, teeth, gold caps, and bullets. By the end of the day I was pretty thoroughly coated in human and vehicle ash.

They don't show that on CSI.