Natalia POV
We won't get fooled again, won't get fooled again…. That's the beautiful poor excuse for a ring tone that woke me up this morning. Ugh. Oh I'm sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. I am CSI Natalia Boa Vista and I work at the Miami Dade Forensic Laboratory as a- you guessed it- crime scene investigator and forensic scientist. Anyway this Wont get fooled again song means work, lack of sleep and possibly hemoglobin all over the place. What a wonderful way to start the day. And my car just broke down. Wonderful. I answered the phone and found out there was a triple homicide 5 blocks away from my house. Where is the world going???? But I guess if the world were a good place I wouldn't be earning those 250 000 thousand US dollars a month and would probably be stuck as a sickeningly- cute- woman-wearing-a-rainbow-colored-dress-and-a-huge-hot-pink-bow-on- her-perfectly-straight-for-once-hair-handing-out-free-heart-shaped-money. I'll take the hemoglobin. If you're wondering why I'm in such a bad mood today, it's not because of my period but because the creepy new ME keeps staring down my shirt and trying to make out with me, every L'Occitane in Miami is out of cherry lip gloss and I found out HE had a girlfriend. That's enough to make a girl freak out. Please let me use this wise time to mock Frank Tripp's favourite line
"I've already had one hell of a bad week and it's only Monday" There I feel better.
I got myself out of bed, took a shower and did all that stuff that's necessary in the morning and debated with myself on which suit to wear to work. White trousers with cherry colored cotton t-shirt over short sleeved white shirt or dark blue trousers with that cute light blue shirt with the small butterfly on the hip. Cherry outfit seemed more professional. Just then I heart the classic Nokia tune ring under my PJs. I picked the phone and heard Ryan's voice.
"Hey Natalia"
"Hi Ryan. Why ya callin?"
"I heard your car broke down and I assumed you needed a ride to the crime scene." He asked.
"Sure, thanks I'll be waiting downstairs in about 5 minutes."
"Okay see you then"
Then I hung up. Ryan has often played the role of my personal chauffeur seeing as I only got a car 3 weeks ago so I knew it wouldn't bother him. I got dressed and swallowed down my Oats and honey cereal bar and washed it down with OJ. Then I realized my cat had been trying to get my attention for the past 20 minutes.
"I'm sorry Star, here's your breakfast." I softly kissed her fur just as a car honked outside. Ryan. "Ryan's here gotta go." I grabbed my badge, bag, kit and gun and left. I ran down the stairs and miraculously did not Tripp (get it??? I Love Puns should be a great T-shirt inscription for me.) Over my feet.
"Hey," I said as got into Ryan's car.
"Hi" He replied.
"Do you know what we've got???" I asked
"Nope, and I hope there isn't Russian Mafia involved 'cuz I don't ever wanna see their face again."
I smiled weakly at him and shut up until I recognized the familiar sound of police sirens and saw the yellow of the CRIME SCENE DO NOT CROSS strips I'd seen so many times before.
