Bite Me (Dan and Phil)

cabin fever
nounNORTH AMERICANinformal
lassitude, irritability, and similar symptoms resulting from long confinement or isolation indoors during the winter.
"a great energy-burning game for exuberant Cubs with midwinter cabin fever"

After weeks of being cooped up in her brothers flat with no other company than a psychotic cat who shared her name, Ginger was starting to get more than a little bit lonely. So when a stranger accidentally phones her she jumps at the chance to talk to him, that is until the gang of criminals who were out to get her break down the front door.

(This story contains strong language, violence and some mature content.)


9. Seven

"Fuck!" I screamed grabbing my hair and walking to my wall ripping the post it notes off the walls. 
I'd decided to start investigation my brothers death, the men who came to my house on that say had pleaded guilty in court but I wasn't convinced that was the end of it. The court case didn't have much detail and I was almost certain that there was something else to it.

I picked my pen off my bedside table and my last block of post it notes.

"Ginger..." Dans voice spoke softly from my computer.

I turned around and looked at him sitting on his bed and looking into his webcam "It's fine if you don't figure this out."  He continued resting his cheek in the palm of his hand.

"I need to know" I held my pen in my mouth and walked closer to the computer that was sitting on my desk with a notepad sitting next to the keyboard.

"Len, the pathologist said the estimated date of his death was the fifth of April." I opened up my emails and read the small report that Len had sent to me about a few weeks back. "It says there was a head injury that was caused by a blunt object but..." I trailed off towards the end.

"But?" Dan asked.

"But it doesn't actually say that's what killed him." 

"Phone him." Dan instructed.

I picked my phone up and dialled Lens number putting it on speaker so that Dan could hear.

"Ginger the ninja how's it going?" Len shouted down the phone.

"Hi Len." I giggled "The report you sent me, you didn't actually say what the cause of death is."

"Oh yeah I'll send you the full report now. Don't tell anyone though because I'm not supposed to."

He went quiet for a while "Okay I've sent it over now. Only because I'm stoned and you're Michaels sister though."

I laughed "Thanks I really appreciate it."

"Yeah now let me go and get food, I've got the munchies." He hung up.

I looked at my computer screen to see Dan smiling and shaking his head.

I opened the email and looked over the report chewing on my pen. I knitted my eyebrows together "Wait what?"

"It says here that the cause of death was Chylothorax."

I heard Dan typing on his laptop "That's natural causes." He said, his eyes scanning the screen.

I grabbed my block of post it notes and wrote Chylothorax, natural causes. On one before sticking it to my wall.

"But if he died of natural causes then why did those men say they killed him." I paced around "They pleaded guilty in court. You don't plead guilty to murder in court if you didn't do it."

I started writing down events before he died and sticking them to my wall to act as a timetable.

"He left on the eleventh of February... and died on the fifth of April. So he could have developed Chylothroax... but he phoned me a few weeks before he apparently died and he didn't complain about his health."

"It says here that he'd have been finding it difficult to breathe, he would have known there was something wrong." Dan's voice came from my computer.

"He would have told me."

"Phone Len again."

I picked up my phone again and dialled Lens number again.

"Chylothorax." I spoke once I heard Len picking up the phone.

"It's a fairly rare condition tha-"

"That's not important right now. Natural causes right?"

"Yeah, don't tell anyone I told you this but it looks to me like someone tried to make it look like a murder."

"Why would they do that?"

"I don't know but his face was pretty messed up."

"How do you know it was Michael then?"


"Thanks Len. I'll call you if I need anything else."

"Okay kid, and remember don't do drugs."

"Like you never do." I chuckled

"Yeah I'm different though, you have potential."

"You're a pathologist, you've always had potential too."

"Potential isn't all about jobs and money, I mean you have the potential to be happy, really genuinely happy. And loved."

I looked at Dan on my computer screen "Well I guess I've reached my potential."

"Good, anyway gotta go."

I heard Len hung up the phone and I threw my blackberry passport onto my bed.

I thought for a while, until Dan broke the silence.

"DNA tests can be faked you know."

"What are you saying?" I asked walking to my desk and sitting in front of my computer.

"Len said that the bodies face was messed up, someone could have used your DNA to fake the test, or hacked the system and altered the results."

I thought back to that day when I knocked out those guys, they were in the flat I'd spent weeks in. I was every where, the hairs in my hairbrush, the bottle of vodka I'd drank out of, the tissue I'd wiped my tears away.

"Shit." I whispered under my breath "So if that's not Michael, then who is it?"

I scribbled something down onto a post it not and then stuck it in the middle of my wall.


'Not Michael???' It read.

If the body wasn't Michael, that meant that he could be alive.





This is basically a bad attempt at making this story more interesting. I have ideas of things that will link up so I'm not just writing random crap I swear. Also if I've got any of the science things wrong then please don't hurt me, I basically got taught about science from BBC Sherlock because I missed half of school hahaha oh.



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