Bright city lights, traffic, this was definitely Los Angeles, and Shania's beige 2000 Toyota Corolla zoomed down the highway, a nice big dent in the rear bumper where she had backed into a lamp post running over a vampire's ghoul. A loud whine emitted from the engine compartment as a pulley that was loose rubbed a bearing wrong, making the rather reliable car seem more like a  junker. Shania stared out the windshield, lost in her thoughts as she suddenly swerved to the right speeding down the off ramp as she almost missed her turn. "Shitty Los Angeles highways." She rolls to a stop, then turned into a parking lot, a bright golden double arch glowing yellow light across the Corolla. 

For a moment Shania just sat there staring out the window, repeating to herself. "Agent Collins.. Agent Shania Collins.. I'm Agent Collins, FBI... Agent Shania Collins, FBI..." She hums a bit and picks up a bad, and ID, the badge was an authentic FBI badge she had taken off a dead agent who had a bad run in with a werewolf, the same for the ID, except now it had her picture instead of Agent Collins on it. 

"Looks good enough." A groan escapes Shania's lips as she pushes the door of the Corolla open with a creak, and heads to the trunk lifting the lid to stare inside. What had been kept inside were various outfits, a set of scrubs, janitor uniform, and a nice clean pair of slacks complete with button up shirt. There also seemed to be various pairs of shoes, and a myriad of weapons that would get Shania locked up for years if she ever had her vehicle checked by the police. "Well, time to be Agent Collins." 

Tank top, and jeans were quickly peeled off of Shania's form leaving her standing in the middle of the Mcdonald's parking lot in her underwear, but only for a moment as she began to put on the slacks, and button up. The shirt was a bit wrinkled, but wouldn't anyone's after a trip all the way to LA from D.C. A Glock 22 was holstered on her hip, and a pair of black flats slid onto her feet as she tossed her comfy slip on sketchers into the trunk.

 "So much for vacation huh... Always thought I'd vacation here, not come here to kill monsters." And so the Corolla was off again, the loud whining blurring down the street before pulling up in front of the Santa Monica police department. 

Nervousness crept up Shania's spine for a moment, but she pushed it back down as she stared at the door leading into the police station, she tugged at her wrinkled shirt managing to straighten a few wrinkles as she tucked it into her pants a bit tighter. A deep breath almos undid that though as her chest pulled the shirt upwards.

 "Agent Shania Collins, FBI..." She stepped towards the door, and pushed it open rather easily walking up to the front desk, and looking at the officer behind it. "Hi. I'd like to speak with homicide, and missing persons. I'm Agent Shania Collins with the FBI... Just got transferred to LA, and I'd like to get caught up on all the cases that are suspect before meeting up with colleagues." 

The officer stared at her for a long moment, before shrugging. "Alright.. Down the hall and too the left. You'll wanna talk to Robins, he's in charge of Homicide." A nod would be all that was given to the desk Jockey, before Shania stepped easily down the hall and stopped in Robin's doorway.

Leaning on the frame Shania cleared her throat to get Robin's attention. As he looked up she walked forward with her hand out stretched, that was quickly taken in a shake. "Agent Shania Collins, FBI. I'd like to review strange murder cases, and missing persons if you don't mind. I'd like to get some copies to go so I can catch up before I meet up with my team."

A suspicious look was what Shania got in return, but then Detective Robins shrugged. "Alright. let me just make a call. Make sure you are all good to go."