Ugh. 7:00 am. How can people get up this early? But, I have to get up; it's my first day at a brand new job. A job I can't lose. I dragged myself out of my bed, and checked myself in the wardrobe mirror.

"God, I look like I have been dragged through a hedge backward." I muttered to myself, and trudged to the kitchen of my upmarket Manhattan apartment, and poured myself some cereal. After wolfing down a bowl, I went to get dressed.

"Damn office clothes." I said out loud. My mum had advised her on how to dress 'appropriately', but all that disappeared from my young mind. I put on one of my favourite tops, and my trusty black leather studded ankle boots. After another half hour of getting ready, I locked my apartment door behind me and skipped down the staircase. I gathered my helmet, and swung my leg over my motorcycle. I revved the engine, and rode into the New York skyline.

"Ugh, there's nothing to do." Ryan complained.

"I know." Esposito groaned.

"You can always help with the paperwork..." Beckett began.

"Um, no." Ryan interrupted her.

"I have the coffee!" Castle beamed.

"Great." Beckett smiled at Castle. Ryan and Esposito raised their eyebrows at each other.

"Team! Gather round!" Gates shouted at Castle, Beckett, Ryan and Esposito.

"What's up, boss?" Esposito asked.

"Not so long ago I advertised for a new team member, and thankfully I have found a suitable candidate, who you shall meet today." Gates spoke.

"Wait, What? We don't need a new team member!" said Beckett, sounding annoyed.

"Er, yes, yes you do. All of you are working overtime." Gates continued.

"Then how come you didn't tell me about it?" Beckett enquired.

"Because I knew you would be pissed about it." Gates said rather plainly. Esposito, Ryan and Castle could just about hold back their laughter.

"So, when are we meeting him?" Esposito asked Captain Gates.

"Who said I was a he?" I said from behind them. The others turned around.

I walked up to my new colleagues' 12th Precinct desks that were loaded with paperwork

"Whoa, um..." One was virtually speechless. All of them were. Another's mouth was hanging open in that typical movie style way, and another almost spat out his coffee. Gates just smiled.

"Are you British?" A man who I recognised as author Richard Castle suddenly burst out, smiling.

"Yes, yes I am." I replied.

"Everyone, this is the new now Detective Taryn Blake." Gates spoke rather proudly.

"Nice to meet you all." I said, shaking everyone's hand.

"I'm Javier Esposito."

"Richard Castle."

"Kate Beckett."

"I'm, um, Kevin Ryan." Ryan spoke, blushing slightly, making me giggle a bit.

"So what part of the UK are you from?" Beckett asked.

"The south, near Brighton. About 75 odd miles out of London." I spoke a bit dismissively.

"I've been to Brighton!" Castle almost shouted.

"Really?"

"Yeah! It's the town with the pier and the funny rock stuff!"

"Yep, that's the one." Blake laughed at Castle's enthusiasm.

"So, what university did you go to?" Beckett asked, before being interrupted by Ryan.

"Trust you to ask about education." He scoffed, but that just made Blake giggle even more.

"I went to Cambridge." Blake answered quietly.

"WHAT!?" Castle shouted. "SERIOUSLY?"

"Yep. Got my PhD in maths and forensic sciences, became a detective in London then got transferred here." I finished.

"Awesome." Esposito spoke, looking clearly impressed.

"You must be really smart then." Ryan burst, before looking extremely embarrassed at his very stupid outburst. Esposito then erupted into fits of laughter, and I started giggling again. Ryan turned bright red, and looked at his feet. He looked up at me, and started examining my outfit. I was wearing black skinny jeans, and a slightly translucent burgundy button up collared sleeveless vest with a black swallow pattern, a black leather jacket and black studded ankle boots. I left my long, wavy dip dyed brown hair loose and had done my makeup naturally, apart from some eyeliner flicks.

Suddenly the phone rang, making everyone jump. Beckett quickly scooped up the phone and answered it.

"Beckett," She answered "Right. We'll be there." She hung up.

"Right, we're up."

"Okay, we have a new member so me, Beckett and Castle will ride in Beckett's car." Gates ordered. Ryan knew what this meant, and he blushed even more.

"That leaves me, Blake and Ryan in my car then." Esposito smiled, laughing at Ryan. Ryan coughed.

"So where is this murder then?" He said, quickly changing the subject.

"Queens. Behind an abandoned warehouse in a dodgy alleyway." Beckett answered.

"Alright team, LET'S GO!" Castle shouted.

"Never do that again…"

"Yeah dude, it's embarrassing…"

A few minutes later and I, Esposito and Ryan were in the car, driving to Queens.

"So Taryn, new to NYC?" Esposito asked me.

"I moved here about two weeks ago." I answered. Ryan looked very uncomfortable.

"Cool. I've been to England. It's pretty cool. You miss it?" Esposito asked again.

"Yeah, I do miss it. Especially as I hardly know anyone here."

"Yeah… Oh, we're here!" Esposito said quite cheerfully.

"Ready for your first case Blake?" Ryan asked me.

"Ready as ever." I replied, winking at Ryan, making him blush again.

"Bloody hell!" I exclaimed, as me, Ryan and Esposito entered the creepy alleyway. There was blood sprayed and smeared all over the walls, floors and dustbins, and the body itself had been hacked to indistinguishable pieces.

"Ugh, that's not a pretty sight." Ryan groaned, as he stumbled backwards a bit in shock.

"Oh, it can't be that bad." Esposito sighed, just as he entered the alley. "Whoa." His eyes widened at the sight.

"Horrible, isn't it?" Castle examined, pulling a face and walking up to me and the others.

"What a case to begin with on my first day." I groaned. Beckett coughed, meaning that we should start actually working. I walked over to the 'body', and pulled a face.

"Excuse me? I'm not sure if you're allowed here." A voice said from behind me.

"Oh, I'm a new member of the team. It's my first case." I replied, showing my new badge Gates had given to me earlier.

"Oh. Okay then. Gates didn't tell me we had a new member of the precinct…" The woman sighed.

"She didn't tell anyone." I chuckled, as I pulled on some blue latex gloves.

"I'm Lanie." She told me.

"Nice to meet you Lanie, I'm Taryn." I said, extending my hand. She was about to take it when she realised her hand was covered in the unfortunate victim's blood. We both looked at it and smiled, as her hand retreated back to her clipboard.

"I'm not gonna even start on your accent." She chuckled.

"Good. I've had it up to here with-" But I was cut short of moaning by Beckett striding up to myself and Lanie.

"Got an ID yet?" She asked Lanie.

"No. No wallet, no licence, and we can't exactly send out pictures…" Lanie trailed off, waving a hand in dismissal.

"We need an ID and fast. Ryan, were there any witnesses?"

"No." He replied, scribbling something in his notebook. Beckett pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance, which I'm sure is a habit.

"Any security cameras?"

"No."

"So we have a homicide victim we don't know the name of, and no witnesses or evidence." She said in annoyance.

"Maybe we just have to look at the finer details." I suggested hopefully. By this time the whole team had assembled around me and Lanie.

"Like what details?" Esposito scoffed.

"Well… look at the way that foot is positioned. Lanie, has anything been moved since the police have got here?"

"No, Why?"

"Well. Look at the angle. It indicates the victim was standing about here." I said, demonstrating my findings by walking over to one of the feet and standing by it.

"It's resting on its left side, which indicates the attacker's first blow was to the victim's right side." I explained.

"Wow, amazing Taryn. But I don't see how that helps us…" Beckett started, but I carried on.

"The attacker was most likely standing here, where the ground has been slightly swiped so the footprints have been concealed." I continued.

"Isn't it also funny that there are no security cameras around? Though there are cameras around these two corners, the murder took place on this very spot, where no cameras could film the offence."

"So what you are saying is…" Castle began, but I had a feeling he already knew what I was getting at.

"This was a professional job." I finished.

"How can you be sure?" Beckett asked.

"Well, there is what I just said, or the fact that not many people in New York own a samurai sword." I sighed.

"Oh yeah…"

"Yeah indeed."

"You're just like Sherlock Holmes!" Castle exclaimed.

"I try my best."

"How could I have missed that…"Beckett sighed.

"Well, I didn't graduate top of my class accidently." I replied, winking at Detective Ryan, who blushed again. God, he was so cute when he did that.

"But we're still not any closer to identifying our victim." Beckett said.

Everybody looked at me.

"Not my area of expertise." I shrugged.

They didn't look away.

"Well, you could take prints off the uh, remaining thumb, and run it through the data base." I suggested.

"That could take days."

"That's our best shot at the moment."

"We need to identify them now."

"Oh really? I would like to see you picking through dead bodies trying to identify them…"

Everybody was arguing all at once, so I looked over at Castle and rolled my eyes. He returned the gesture with a mocking imitation of Beckett.

"Castle! What are you doing?"

"Nuthin'." He replied.

"Blake!"

"Yes?" I answered to the shrill voice of Gates.

"I'm sorry you have to deal with this." She said, motioning towards my arguing colleagues. "Have you got anything yet?" She asked.

"Yeah. Ask Ryan, I think he's written down everything I've said today." I giggled.

Gates chuckled.

"Yes, I can't help but notice his awkwardness around you-" Gates started, but stopped. The arguing had got louder, and Gates sighed.

"Okay guys! I think we should head back to the Precinct now, and piece together some leads." She shouted.

"But we don't have any…" Castle grinned, winking in my direction.

"Enough! You're all acting like 5 year olds!" She shouted, waving her arms around in exaggeration. "Now go! I'm sure forensics will come up with something…" She murmured, before she, Castle and Beckett trudged back to their vehicle.

I caught up with Ryan and Esposito, as they made their way back up to Esposito's police car.

"So, Taryn, how do you do all that?" Esposito asked me.

"It's my curse. I see everything."

"What do you see about me?" Ryan asked, quite innocently.

"Judging by your straight posture and your fast walking stride, you went to a school that focused on discipline, so maybe a Catholic school. You also style your hair with L'Oreal hair gel, which can also mean you were brought up with a number of sisters, because most men would use Shockwaves because of the psychological impact of the TV adverts." I examined.

Ryan stopped dead in his tracks.

"How… did…" He looked utterly shocked, and was not helped when Esposito burst into laughter.

"L'Oreal? Seriously bro?" He laughed. Ryan started walking again, and soon enough we reached the car. I climbed in the back and shut the car door, and Ryan climbed in next to me.

"You know you're tall enough to sit in the front now." Esposito laughed.

"Doesn't matter." Ryan muttered.

"Sorry if I offended you." I whispered into Ryan's ear.

"It's not you. What you did was amazing. It's him." He whispered back, pointing at Esposito, who was clearly proud of his "You know you're tall enough to sit in the front now" joke.

"Love is in the air… do do do do do dooo…" Esposito hummed, looking at us in the mirror.

It was my time to get pissed, and I kicked the back of Esposito's seat, which pushed him into the wheel, which triggered the horn, which echoed through the streets, along with mine and Ryan's laughter.