Disclaimer: I do not own any CSI: NY characters, only Kylia and her son [and anyone else I make up along the way]
"Balls! Balls, balls, balls," she said loudly, smacking her hand against the door as she drove through the busy New York streets. "It figures, first day and I'm late. I totally blame daycare for this!" She shook her hand behind her as if the daycare were there to notice. Her eyes kept flickering from the clock in her dashboard to the road. How good would it look for a police officer to get in an accident her first day at a new precinct?
Finally arriving at the station, she flew out of her car, blitzing into the building, accidentally bumping someone's shoulder as she ran by. "Sorry!" she called over her shoulder, grabbing the corner of a wall to help her turn faster.
The man just smiled and shook his head, taking a sip of the coffee that had been in his other hand. Running a hand through his dark hair, he said, "Must be a rookie," as he made his way to his desk.
She slowed down when she neared the door marked Chief Sinclair. Quickly running her fingers through her chestnut brown hair, she nearly cried out as her fingers stuck in a knot in one of her curls. As she was hurriedly trying to yank her hand out, the chief opened the door slowly, a look of minor annoyance on his face. She froze, not sure what to do, then quickly slipped her fingers out and put on a bright smile. "Chief Sinclair, Ottawa Police Department Homicide Detective, First Grade, Kylia Davidson reporting for duty," she said, the quickly corrected herself. "Although I guess it's NYPD now."