New fic, will be multi-chapter. It's different to my other fics, and will probably not be as full as fluff than my other stories! I do not own any character that you know- however Maya is mine! Please read, and I hope you enjoy!
Maya Rossi.
She had written what felt like hundreds of letters to get this work experience.
To the coroner, to the University, to her school, to Professor Dalton, to everyone begging for this place.
They finally accepted her.
She had 100 conditions she had to stick to of course, and that was to be expected.
She was on her way to the Lyell Centre.
She was on her way to meet and possibly even work with her Father.
Nikki Alexander and Harry Cunningham stood in their boss's office. Leo was telling them about the work that had to be done that day. Once explaining it all, he got onto the topic of Maya.
"Unusually, we have some one here for work experience." Leo said looking up at his two collegues. Nikki was smiling smugly, as he had just given her no paper work for today, however as for Harry, he was looking grumpy. Leo had decided to try and discipline him; he hadn't handed any compete PMs and been late every day this week.
"We get lots of people in," Nikki pointed out correctly.
"Yes, but this girl is only 17." Harry and Nikki's mouths dropped open slightly in surprise.
"Is a 17 year old allowed?" Harry asked.
"Usually, definitely not. However this girl was extremely persistent, and I have been receiving letters from her for about a year now. Apparently she has been writing to everybody for permission. I think everyone gave up fighting against her. We are giving her one week, and then we are going to talk to her about keeping her on longer."
"It's not really a child friendly job though." Nikki pointed out to her boss. She wasn't sure how much of a good idea this was. Should a teenager really be working around dead bodies in a mortuary? It wasn't a happy easy going job. But on the other hand, at that age, she would have loved to have an opportunity like that.
"And yet I let you two children work here." Leo said, smirking at the two of them. Harry gave a chuckle and gave Nikki a push on her arm, which Nikki pulled a tongue back at him. They were the height of maturity.
"What's this girl called then?" Harry asked.
"Maya Rossi."
"Unusual name." Nikki replied.
"Indeed," Leo looked up, "anyway, be nice to her and point her to my office when she comes in ok? Aren't you supposed to be working today?" He joked. Nikki pulled her tongue out at him, making them all laugh as both his colleagues trudged out his office. He supposed it was an unusual name. Although for a 17 year old who desperately wanted to work in a mortuary, he thought she might me quite an unusual girl.
She walked up to the building; butterflies were fluttering about in her stomach. She never liked using that analogy really because her nerves certainly didn't feel delicate and fluttery like a butterfly, it felt more like a frog that could stop jumping around, bouncing from all the corners of the enclosed space. 'Viene ragazza' she thought to herself, 'come on girl, you can do this'. This was the first time she would meet her Father. He didn't know who she was though, or her existence even. She didn't particularly know who he was. Before her Mamma died last year, the only information she managed to get from her was that last time she knew, her father was working in London at the Lyell centre. No name. No description.
She wondered if she even knew his name, or remembered what he looked like. Maya knew she had met him over 17 years ago, no information where. She was what Italian Mamma called her 'love child'. In Italy, this was seen as passionate. A beautiful woman being swept off her feet for one night in London by a typically British man, good old fashioned romance. In all honestly, it was more likely that her Mamma had become mindlessly drunk on her trip to London and slept with the first man who would take her.
Walking into the building, she was pleasantly surprised. It was modern, hi-tech, impressive. She suddenly felt very small in this huge building. She asked people for Professor Dalton's office, that's where she was supposed to go first. She wondered how she was supposed to narrow down who her Father was. She looked like her Mamma really, slightly olive skin, unusually brown hair for an Italian, five foot six, fairly curvy. The only thing that was slightly different from her Mammas was the shape of her lips.
Walking up to this man's office she had seen lots of males. In fact, the people working here were predominantly men; this did not narrow down her search. She had worked so hard to get herself here. She had done research about the different jobs in the building; she had become interested in a few. She had to pretend at school to be incredibly interested by forensic pathology, boost up all her grades, even after mourning her Mamma she had to keep going. She had to find her Father.
She arrived at his office. The door was open and she could easily see that there was no one there. That had made her situation so much harder, what was she supposed to do now? She looked around in search for a friendly face.
In a room adjacent to the Professors office there was another room. It was large and open plan. There was a man and a woman sitting opposite each other, laughing and talking to each other. She could easily see the woman. She was pretty. She had soft blonde hair and large round dark eyes. She had a delicate, but powerful look to her. She was smiling at the man with such love in her eyes that Maya would have almost betted that they were in a relationship.
The woman saw her standing at the door way, she nodded at the man, who turned around and looked at her aswell. Could that be her Father? He was certainly the kind of man her Mamma was generally attracted to; dark and handsome.
"Hello." She said breathlessly. She wasn't sure what to do or say.
"Hi, are you Maya?" The woman asked.
"Yeah, Maya Rossi." She replied. They woman had a kind trusting face, Maya was glad she had spoken to her. "I'm looking for Professor Dalton."
"He's just at a quick meeting. He'll be back in a few minutes I think. I'm Nikki Alexander by the way, this is Harry Cunningham," The man raise his hand as a hello, "We work with Leo, Professor Dalton. Do you want a cup of tea or coffee?" She said as she walked over to the kettle in the corner of the room.
"Yes please, coffee is good thanks." She said with a smile. It was hard to believe that such nice people worked with dead bodies, but she supposed anyone could break the stereotype.
"Take a seat if you want, do you want milk or sugar?" Nikki called over.
"Um, neither thanks." She replied as she perched on a lab stool and dumping her satchel on the floor. Nikki came over, handing her a cup of coffee.
"You have an unusual name." Harry commented. Nikki gave him an astonished stare and a slight hit on his arm. It was sweet really.
"My Mother was Italian, that's where the surnames from. And Maya I think she just randomly picked. My Mother was an unusual woman."
At that moment, another slightly older man entered the room. She presumed this was Leo Dalton. He looked like a fatherly figure, quite smiley, had a spark in his eye. He could be her father.
This hurt could be a lot harder than she first suspected. Damn it.
Well, chapter one is done! I hope you liked it, lots more to come! Please review!
