She stopped and stood staring at the building in front of her, butterflies in her stomach as she read the giant plaque
Miami Dade Crime Lab
This is the place. She thought, and taking one more deep breath, she walked up the stairs, opened the door and walked inside.
I feel like I am in a giant goldfish bowl. She thought as she headed to reception.
The building, to her surprise was made entirely of glass and steel, a rather odd choice considering Florida suffered through hurricane season six months out of the year. She noticed the lab was very busy, personnel walking by her, not giving her a second glance. But then, no one ever gave her a second glance…some days she felt completely invisible, just walking amongst people, out of step with everyone else…
Her father used to tell her that marching to the beat of a different drummer was a good thing. She actually used to believe it until she hit high school; then she learnt that her father only told her that to make her feel better…she was his favorite, the baby of the family, and he hated seeing her hurting from the teasing she constantly endured.
I wonder if I will fit in here, she thought, approaching the desk. “Hello, my-my name is Allie Sullivan and I have an appointment.”
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The receptionist looked up and smiled at Allie. “Good morning Miss. Sullivan.” She replied. “The Lieutenant is expecting you…if you would have a seat over in the waiting area, I will tell him you have arrived.”
“Thank you.” Allie replied cheerfully, heading over to a small group of chairs located directly across from the desk. She sat down and took another deep breath, hoping that she did not look or act nervous, those darn butterflies in her stomach unwilling to relinquish their hold on her.
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Lieutenant Horatio Caine, head of the Miami Dade Crime Lab walked down the hallway and towards the reception area. He first stopped at the desk to pick up his messages before walking over to Allie.
He saw a brunette, in her thirties looking very ill at ease in her chair; she was fidgeting and playing with the hem of her skirt. She was clearly nervous and as he got closer he could see she was taking deep breaths.
“Miss Allie Sullivan?” he queried, coming to stand in front of her.
Allie stood up and found herself looking into the brightest blue eyes she had ever seen in her life. “Uh…um…yes…I’m Allie Sullivan.” She stuttered, mentally kicking herself for sounding like such a fool.
“Welcome to the Crime Lab Miss. Sullivan,” he responded. “My name is Horatio Caine and I am interviewing you for the Crime Scene Investigator position you applied for.”
She nodded, unable to get her brain to connect with her tongue to form any kind of coherent statement.
“Come with me then Miss. Sullivan and we shall get this over with.” He replied, taking her by the elbow, in an effort to guide her to his office. The moment his hand touched her elbow, she jumped in surprise, feeling a shock go through her system. He removed his hand quickly, appearing surprised at her reaction and looked at her rather oddly.
“I…I’m sor-sorry.” She said quietly, realizing she may have offended him. She knew this job would not be hers…between her nerves and her stuttering she felt like a fool. Tears were beginning to burn in her eyes, but she was determined not to cry in front of this man…or the rest of the lab for that matter. She had to get through this as best she could…she would cry later in her car when she called her father as she had promised him
“No need to apologize.” He replied simply as they walked down the hall. She quickly glanced at the man next to her and was impressed by what she saw. Standing at about six feet tall, lean, yet muscular, he wore a simple black suit that emphasized his physique and his soft red hair.
He dresses simply, but those clothes are expensive. She thought.
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“This is my office,” he said to her, as they approached an open door. He stopped and allowed her to enter first, he following behind, shutting the door.
Allie sat on the chair that stood in front of his desk and watched him as he came to sit down in his chair. “Let me have a look over your file again briefly.” He said to her, smiling at her.
She nodded as she looked around the office, unaware he was observing her discreetly.
Horatio had to admit he liked what he saw, a tall brunette with curly hair and brown eyes; she wore a dark blue tailored skirt and white blouse. She had on a matching tapered jacket emphasizing her slim waist, no jewelry except a watch and no makeup.
There was something unusual about her…he couldn’t put his finger on exactly what that was however.
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Her credentials were impeccable…graduated at the top of her class from University of Miami in Chemistry and completed her Master’s in Forensic Chemistry, graduating this past spring. She had interned at several Miami labs, her references giving Horatio glowing recommendations when he called them. There was no doubt she would be a valuable asset to their lab, but as a CSI he was not as certain…yet.
“You are interested in a CSI position here.” He remarked.
She nodded. “I am.”
“What about working in our labs?” he inquired. “We do hire civilian CSIs but the risks are greater for you out in the field due to your lack of experience and you not being able to carry a weapon.”
“I am willing to work from the bottom Lieutenant…”she replied. “I am willing to do whatever it takes…and… and the risk is something I am well aware of.”
He looked at her intently for several minutes. “Have you ever been to a crime scene?” he asked her.
“I have to admit that no I have not…”she replied. “The closest I have gotten is crime scene photographs.”
“Come in bright and early tomorrow morning…wear comfortable clothing…”he ordered. “I will take you out in the field and see how you fare.”
“Thank you Lieutenant.” She replied.
“I will make a determination based on how you do.” He said simply.
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Miami Dade Crime Lab
This is the place. She thought, and taking one more deep breath, she walked up the stairs, opened the door and walked inside.
I feel like I am in a giant goldfish bowl. She thought as she headed to reception.
The building, to her surprise was made entirely of glass and steel, a rather odd choice considering Florida suffered through hurricane season six months out of the year. She noticed the lab was very busy, personnel walking by her, not giving her a second glance. But then, no one ever gave her a second glance…some days she felt completely invisible, just walking amongst people, out of step with everyone else…
Her father used to tell her that marching to the beat of a different drummer was a good thing. She actually used to believe it until she hit high school; then she learnt that her father only told her that to make her feel better…she was his favorite, the baby of the family, and he hated seeing her hurting from the teasing she constantly endured.
I wonder if I will fit in here, she thought, approaching the desk. “Hello, my-my name is Allie Sullivan and I have an appointment.”
---------------------------------------------------
The receptionist looked up and smiled at Allie. “Good morning Miss. Sullivan.” She replied. “The Lieutenant is expecting you…if you would have a seat over in the waiting area, I will tell him you have arrived.”
“Thank you.” Allie replied cheerfully, heading over to a small group of chairs located directly across from the desk. She sat down and took another deep breath, hoping that she did not look or act nervous, those darn butterflies in her stomach unwilling to relinquish their hold on her.
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Lieutenant Horatio Caine, head of the Miami Dade Crime Lab walked down the hallway and towards the reception area. He first stopped at the desk to pick up his messages before walking over to Allie.
He saw a brunette, in her thirties looking very ill at ease in her chair; she was fidgeting and playing with the hem of her skirt. She was clearly nervous and as he got closer he could see she was taking deep breaths.
“Miss Allie Sullivan?” he queried, coming to stand in front of her.
Allie stood up and found herself looking into the brightest blue eyes she had ever seen in her life. “Uh…um…yes…I’m Allie Sullivan.” She stuttered, mentally kicking herself for sounding like such a fool.
“Welcome to the Crime Lab Miss. Sullivan,” he responded. “My name is Horatio Caine and I am interviewing you for the Crime Scene Investigator position you applied for.”
She nodded, unable to get her brain to connect with her tongue to form any kind of coherent statement.
“Come with me then Miss. Sullivan and we shall get this over with.” He replied, taking her by the elbow, in an effort to guide her to his office. The moment his hand touched her elbow, she jumped in surprise, feeling a shock go through her system. He removed his hand quickly, appearing surprised at her reaction and looked at her rather oddly.
“I…I’m sor-sorry.” She said quietly, realizing she may have offended him. She knew this job would not be hers…between her nerves and her stuttering she felt like a fool. Tears were beginning to burn in her eyes, but she was determined not to cry in front of this man…or the rest of the lab for that matter. She had to get through this as best she could…she would cry later in her car when she called her father as she had promised him
“No need to apologize.” He replied simply as they walked down the hall. She quickly glanced at the man next to her and was impressed by what she saw. Standing at about six feet tall, lean, yet muscular, he wore a simple black suit that emphasized his physique and his soft red hair.
He dresses simply, but those clothes are expensive. She thought.
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“This is my office,” he said to her, as they approached an open door. He stopped and allowed her to enter first, he following behind, shutting the door.
Allie sat on the chair that stood in front of his desk and watched him as he came to sit down in his chair. “Let me have a look over your file again briefly.” He said to her, smiling at her.
She nodded as she looked around the office, unaware he was observing her discreetly.
Horatio had to admit he liked what he saw, a tall brunette with curly hair and brown eyes; she wore a dark blue tailored skirt and white blouse. She had on a matching tapered jacket emphasizing her slim waist, no jewelry except a watch and no makeup.
There was something unusual about her…he couldn’t put his finger on exactly what that was however.
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Her credentials were impeccable…graduated at the top of her class from University of Miami in Chemistry and completed her Master’s in Forensic Chemistry, graduating this past spring. She had interned at several Miami labs, her references giving Horatio glowing recommendations when he called them. There was no doubt she would be a valuable asset to their lab, but as a CSI he was not as certain…yet.
“You are interested in a CSI position here.” He remarked.
She nodded. “I am.”
“What about working in our labs?” he inquired. “We do hire civilian CSIs but the risks are greater for you out in the field due to your lack of experience and you not being able to carry a weapon.”
“I am willing to work from the bottom Lieutenant…”she replied. “I am willing to do whatever it takes…and… and the risk is something I am well aware of.”
He looked at her intently for several minutes. “Have you ever been to a crime scene?” he asked her.
“I have to admit that no I have not…”she replied. “The closest I have gotten is crime scene photographs.”
“Come in bright and early tomorrow morning…wear comfortable clothing…”he ordered. “I will take you out in the field and see how you fare.”
“Thank you Lieutenant.” She replied.
“I will make a determination based on how you do.” He said simply.
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