[b]"Good to meet you, Enrique.  I'm Rhiannon Jones, transferring in from the UK.  I was in the Serious Crime Unit before so I'm looking forward to some garden variety homicides."[/b]  She greeted the older detective with a smile, her expression wavering slightly as images from her last case flashed through her mind but she quickly quashed them.  Victims and their families would need her at her best and the Captain had put a great deal of faith in her, despite her young age.

[b]"I'm not overly familiar with this city so when it comes to local knowledge I'll be very much in your hands."[/b]  She took his proffered hand firmly, shaking the formal greeting to its conclusion.  Barely had they finished their exchange than the phone on the desk at the far end of the room began to ring.  Rhiannon didn't respond to begin with until she realised it was the phone on [i]her[/i] desk.  So new was the entire situation she had yet to become acclimatised to the office.  Striding towards the desk she picked the phone up, noticing it as a corded set but with a multi-function base with a clearly laid out keypad and options menu for which she was grateful; it never looked professional when one was struggling to find the blasted 'Hold' button.

[b]"Jones, homicide."[/b]  She said after a small pause, ensuring the connection had been made properly.  There was a similar wait on the other side until a male voice came through from the other end of the line.

[b]"Morning, Detective.  Welcome to the force, it's your division's first day right?  Anyway, we've got a reported homicide on Queen's Street, Number 13.  A call came in less than an hour ago and an officer has just arrived on site confirming the murder. The ME is already en route.  Good hunting, Detective."[/b]  There was a click as the switchboard operator hung up, presumably moving on to the next call; it seemed like New Bath was a busy city for the police.

She placed the phone back into its cradle carefully and then turned around to Enrique.

[b]"Looks like we already have a case, Detective Romero.  Number 13, Queen's Street.  How about your direct us there, I'm not too keen on getting stuck in rush hour traffic because of the bloody sat nav."[/b]  She picked up her winter coat, barely removed from her shoulders, and shrugged herself back into it before striding from the office without waiting for her fellow detective to reply.  Now they had something to do she felt more confident, this was her job, her life; what she was [i]damn good[/i] at.

As she strode through the halls of the precinct several officers and detectives grinned, giving her and Enrique a thumbs up or some other sign of approval and support.  She tried to smile back, grateful for the thought but her mind was already on the case, scenarios running through her head and how to approach the situation depending on the witnesses present and the nature of the murder.  As they passed the front desk she stopped for a moment.

[b]"We've got a case.  Could you please direct any Homicide Detectives to the scene, 13 Queen's Street, if they arrive?  I don't have any of their contact details yet."[/b]  She asked the officer behind the desk, noticing the look he gave Enrique, before passing by him and plunging out into the cold once again.  Just like when she got out of the car earlier it was like walking into a brick wall but she consoled herself with the fact her car would still be reasonably warm as she hadn't been out of it for long.

[b]"Enrique, let's take my ride.  I'll drive and you can direct."[/b] She called over the roof of the car before climbing into her pride and joy, key in the ignition and heating blasting out within seconds of her sitting down.  Once they were out of the parking lot and on their way she glanced at Enrique.

[b]"So, that officer at the desk didn't seem terribly fond of you.  Any history I should be knowing of there?  The Captain put this team together but if we're all working together we better know a little about each other before we head into any of these cases."[/b]