The slam of the phone in the windowed office was both seen and heard by all the scientists surrounding me. I rolled my eyes and shook my head; I needed to get out of New York, somewhere far away where I wasn't pinned as bait all the time. I moved here a year ago to continue my astounding career as a criminalist, but was met with the unfortunate task of watching AFIS and CODIS do scans for hours on end. I had been doing this for a year, and only on a couple of occasions have I stopped living the life as a lab rat to survey a scene. Honestly it was my supervisor's fault, and this time I wasn't going to be bait.

"Hey, can you run this through CODIS for me?" My coworker Ryan came into my lab and asked.

I glared. "Do it yourself, I'm done."

I stormed off, letting my long blonde hair flow after my departing form. The phone call had been an angry one with my supervisor, and I told him I was done being the pretty blonde that they lured every serial killer in with. Besides it was against regulations to use a lab worker to do such, but Starr didn't give a shit about anything.

Honestly, the pay was good and I could deal with knowing the facts of where the items I examined where from, but Starr made me want to quit. The fact that he constantly tried to get me the obedient little girl that everyone assumes I am is fucking ridiculous. After five years of working my ass off At NTNU, and working for the city of Oslo for six straight years as one of the highest-ranking officers, I was none too pleased to be forced back into the life of a lab rat. But my mother had always told me never to give up on my dreams, no matter what the consequences were, and I was breaking out to a newer city. In this new city with an extremely high-tech lab, made me tolerate the thought of being shut in as a lab rat.

Walking down into the dank subway at too late of night, I got a phone call from an area code that I had no idea about. Yet when the deep middle-aged man's voice sounded in the line, it came clear to me that I had heard this voice once before. "Miss Landvik?"

"This is she." I replied.

"Welcome a board to the Las Vegas Crime lab, I've spoken with your supervisor and your transfer will be complete in a matter of months. Good luck to you, and we all look forward to meeting you."

I didn't need to know his name again, I was just happy to be far away from Richard Starr, and my stalker known as my ex-boyfriend. Getting on the subway to the East Village made me realize that Vegas would be so much different from New York, reminding me of how hard my transition had been. I knew I had to brace myself for whatever Sin City had in store for me. I was a strong, independent woman; I could deal with anything, but if only I knew.