The first half of the day was what Stan would consider dull and uneventful.  He met people but forgot most of them and what they did, and was sure they did the same and would not remember who he was if he seen them tomorrow at the office, or tonight in the bar.  It was nice to get a better grasp of the grounds though, so he was appreciative of that.  Then came the part he was looking forward to the most:  business.  Actual business.  

Truth be told he wasn’t happy at the nature of the case, but it wasn’t like he wasn’t used to it, or expecting otherwise.  Even when he was in good graces with units, there were slow days and slam dunk cases that needed to be made.  Sometimes, the day consisted of simply busting a drug dealer on a corner because it was that kind of day.  He also knew every day wasn’t shaking down crime lords, extortion rings, or chasing down cold blooded killers.  Some days, there were no doors that needed to be kicked down. 

And, he was the new guy.  He smirked, thinking about his old training officer.  She told him, “starting at a new department is like dating a prude.  You don’t get to stick your dick in the first day.  You start off slow.”  

He didn’t say much after Skye finished with her case introduction and instead busied himself looking through the file at pictures, statements, and reports.  He flipped back and forth a few times, raising an eyebrow curiously.  Something seemed to be screaming out at him from his psyche but he couldn’t quite lock it down.

“[color=0072bc][b]Why don’t we go take a look around the suspect’s house first Agent Asselta?  Best case, he’s home.  Worst case, we see if we can get some profile up on him, find something telling, or maybe even remove him as a suspect.  But going to the areas, the witnesses, we won’t get anything new.  The pictures will be the same, the damage will probably be removed or cleaned, and the witnesses will say the same thing.[/b][/color]”

They made it to the car as he finished and they stopped a few feet in front of it.  “[b][color=0072bc][color=0072bc]I mean, sorry Agent Asselta.  I didn’t mean to just commandeer things.   I just, I guess I know how things move like this, at least where I have been.[/color][/color][/b]”  He stood there somewhat awkwardly and waited to see if she’d be driving or if he would.