Here we go Again, Prologue 3.0 because I'm that bitch.

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Marina walked up to the station, her white sneakers tapping lightly against the cheap flooring as she bounced happily on her heels, her hips swinging slightly from side to side slightly to the rhythm of the music. The elevator chimed and its doors opened right as she reached it, the sound Nicky Jam and J. Balvin's "X" filling the ears of the quiet people surrounding her despite her use of earphones - broken ones, but as long as she could still listen to music, she didn't care. At the second chime, once they had arrived in the homicide floor, she paused the music and stuffed the phone into her bag, the older people greeting her as one would to old friends.

"Morenita! What are you doing here?" Her father asked as he saw her get into the floor, his co-workers looking up at the station's adoptive daughter, before going back to their tasks after giving her a greeting nod, her presence already customary. After a friendly greeting and a smile from the Lieutenant, she continued on her way, walking to her father and giving him a warm hug, her backpack hanging from one shoulder.

"I came to see you, papi" She clarified, smiling widely up at him. He opened his mouth in understanding as if to form a silent 'ah', his eyebrows raising with a small side smile that said 'of course you did', making her laugh before kissing him on the cheek and breathing out an "Ok you got me, Evans is helping me with forensics again", laughing lightly and looking up at her father with a sheepish smile, hearing his loud laugh before he walked to the side to grant her passage, mumbling a "be careful, nena" as she walked off with a smile, waving her hand at him as if answering with an "I will".

With all the physical training imposed by her father for her to know how to protect herself, when not working - rather watching others work, since she was not officially part of the station - with ballistics she was immersed in forensics, having shaped her high school career towards medicine to hopefully one day be like her best friend.

"Hey fucker" She greeted the scientist, leaning against the doorframe as he looked up from his microscope, smiling up at her.

"You know, you should really stop spending so much time with the other cops, you're starting to take after their rich language" He answered, making her laugh and shake her head.

"Never. It's too much fun, I just can't seem to stay away from you guys. Some would say you're all inspiring heroes, but honestly it's the free doughnuts".

"Only free because you steal them" he laughed, watching her take one and smile with her mouth full, earning a disgusted groan from her friend.

As it were, their friendship - although unexpected - proved to be strong. She would often help him with fresh perspectives on the cases - being intuitive and far too smart for her age, as well as quite the fan of police dramas, while he helped her with scientific knowledge and tips about the workforce as he would an intern. The girl was one of the few people he considered close, even more so than her own father, already having become part of his small family ever since she was a little girl.

Although seemingly stuck at five foot one, the girl was anything but little in personality. Long were the days of the girl who wanted to be a ballerina and used to watch High School Musical and Disney movies almost as if religiously. Although she still caved into it eventually, her melodic singing voice blasting out to her favorite hits, she was working on her shooting and knife throwing, now a purple belt in Jiu Jitsu while just a week away from being seventeen; Marina Amelia Batista could say her life was perfect, in her own definition of it.

The Puerto Rican and Cuban beauty had taken to a mixture of her father and mother, with golden, naturally tanned skin and black hair which reached her mid-back in loose waves, matching her warm brown eyes. Her body had taken to her mother's slender yet curvy form, while matching with her father's short stature. More than her appearance, the kind, feisty girl had always been closest to her father as well; his little girl, and after their divorce, she chose to live with him.

Living with her father meant that she often had to wait for him to get out of the station, and over the years she had learnt the right buses and so on so that she could go there at the end of her lessons. At twelve years old, she was already walking alone through the big city of Miami despite its dangers - which had led her father to get her out of ballet and onto self defense lessons as a safety net. One thing led to another and before he knew, she was practicing her shooting at the station, sinking heavy bullets into the painted targets and getting closer every day. Her weapon of choice - a hunting knife that she carried, since it was legal - was what she had learnt in the case of emergencies, her ability to shoot the blade from a distance only starting to get good enough due to her former lack of strength.

Just like countless others nights, that day they returned home together, though they had not expected a dark presence to appear out of seemingly nowhere. "Give me your wallet and phone, now"

Her father had taught her not to fight back in fear of her life, and so she had not, but he had not heard his own advice, doing the stupidest thing he could have. "Miami PD! Lower your gun and put your hands in-" Her father didn't get to finish before she heard a gunshot and he fell to the ground, Marina screaming in horror.

Her instincts acted before her emotions could pulling out her father's glock from his belt and aiming for the head of the aggressor and pulling out his mask swiftly. The sight of his face was short-lived, and before any thought could go through her head, a sharp bang of a bullet interrupted and marked her forehead with the familiar hole.

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