[b]March 18th, 1997[/b]

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Her day had been cut short, but that wasn't unusual for someone in her position. Nicole stepped out of her car, the temperature a bit cool given she was only wearing her scrubs. A few moments later she walked through the front door, [url=https://www.americanforceprivatesecurityinc.com/img/reception-lobby-security.jpg]Davin[/url] greeting her the same way he always did.

"What's up, doc?"

"Hey, Davin. Why don't you ever call with good news? You know, like "Take the day off, you're covered."

"Because you're the best in the business, baby," he grinned, his arms wide open in front of him. In response, Nicole burst out laughing, turning her back to Davin as she headed towards her office.

"Only take messages, please and thank you."

Davin gave her a quick reply as he buzzed her in, saving her from having to scan her ID. Nicole headed straight for her office, turning on the light in the small space before setting her stuff down. She had her various degrees, her high school diploma, and a number of honors awards displayed on the walls. In addition, a bookshelf stood behind her desk which branched out to the left in the shape on an L. She didn't have much else in there; a couple of chairs, a small shelf with some personal pictures and decors, and a plant. Unfortunately, the stack of reports was about the only thing she ever noticed. But not that day. She was set on freeing up some time before the next body arrived.

Out on the main autopsy suite, Nicole sat in her station, looking over some x-rays from the latest case she had. The poor guy was beaten, stabbed, shot... It'd be a while before a cause of death could be determined. The body had been examined to a certain extent, sure, but that was just the routine stuff. The real work had yet to begin. 

Up to that point, Nicole had been so caught up in her work that she didn't notice [url=https://i.pinimg.com/236x/34/33/56/3433566fd372f3c045ccec49a80717b2--eddie-cahill-hot-cops.jpg]Detective Wilden[/url] standing behind her until she spun her chair around. Nicole nearly jumped out of her skin, forcing herself to hold off on cursing out Wilden for the sake of staying on his good side.

"Jesus Christ, you could have announced yourself." Nicole stood up; not that it mattered as Wilden still towered over her given his impressive 6'4 stature. The homicide detective was one of the ones that often paid her a visit, regardless whether she called him in to give him an update. 

"You've wasted yet another trip, I don't have anything for you. I'm sorry."

Wilden leaned to one side, taking a peek at the various x-rays that laid on the desk behind her. He smiled at her, although it wasn't a friendly one. It was then she wished Davin would just walk in through the double doors to pull her away from Wilden's presence.

"You've got a lot on your plate, is that it?" he half-mocked, making her blood boil. Nicole hated the way he would talk to her sometimes. She tried walking past him, but he effortlessly sidestepped in front of her to block her path. She then looked up at him, visibly annoyed.

"Was my response not good enough for you? Because I can call--"

"Relax, darling. It's not like I'd force you to give me what I need."

Nicole gave him a cold stare. She balled up her hands into fists to prevent herself from lashing out at him. Even if he was stupid enough to bring up any charges, she really didn't care about that. The only thing that mattered to her was her job, which would be on the line the second she acted up.

"Then you'll get the phone call when we have something."

Wilden smirked. "You know, you look pretty hot when you get worked up. It definitely suits you." He then walked away, leaving Nicole with the extreme urge to throw the pencil sharpener on the desk at him. But if he thought he could just walk in again without her getting at least a quick notice beforehand, he was in for quite the surprise.