APRIL

Bridget paced up and down the long bright hallway as she waited for Horatio Caine, the day shift supervisor of the CSI's at the Miami-Dade Crime Lab. Her black high heels made a distinct clicking noise with each step she took. She was wearing black slacks and a frilly white blouse. Her hair was slicked back in a French braid. Her make-up was practically perfect, and her credentials were in hand. Her anxiousness stemmed from years of botched interviews and the legend that is Horatio Caine.

Originally from Wells, Maine Bridget decided at the age of 18 she was tired of her small town and decided to move to New York City. She hated leaving but nothing was keeping her there. Bridget was an unfortunate victim of the foster system and was shipped though many homes throughout the years. She was in an out of over a dozen homes until the age of 14 when she found her dream home. Her foster mother truly loved her and took her in as one of her own. She was in the process of adopting Bridget when tragedy struck. At the age of 17 Bridget lost the only mother figure she ever had due to a drunk driver. This event killed Bridget but she knew then she needed to do something criminal justice related as vengeance to her "mother's" death.

Bridget always wondered about her biological family. All Bridget knew was that her mother was 16 and an addict, and her father was 21 and ran when he found out she was pregnant. Hours after Bridget was born she was taken and put into the system. This fascination led her to realize she wanted to major in forensics.

Even with all of the heartache in her life she managed to become valedictorian of her high school. Her hard work landed her a full ride to college. Bridget went to NYU and got a masters degree in forensic science with a minor in criminal justice. Bridget was 23 when she finished school. She decided to move to Miami following her college graduation.

Bridget got a part time job as a high school security guard while she looked for jobs in the CSI department. Her first shot came to her when she was 25. After working two years at the high school with no luck finding a job she was granted an interview with the Fort Lauderdale Police Department. Her interview was less that ideal but still landed a job as an officer. Two years into her job at FLPD her and her partner (Andrew) were called to a burglary. The two had become romantically involved but it wasn't anything serious (so Bridget thought). It also had to be kept secret due to the policies of the department. The home invasion was a brutal one; it is something Bridget doesn't like to talk about to this day.

The victim was raped, shot, strangled and beaten. The entire house was ransacked; the victim's daughter was left screaming in her crib. Bridget quickly grabbed the little girl out of the crib and told her partner to run, she had a feeling something was wrong. Within seconds of running out the house blew up. Bridget watched in horror, her partner was stuck inside. The fire department quickly ran in to try and save him but there was no such luck. Bridget stood on the grass with the 2-year-old girl inconsolable. Bridget's boss came over trying to pry the little girl out of her hands but neither Bridget or the girl were budging.

During the investigation on the burglary it was found that Bridget and Andrew (her partner) had a romantic relationship and she was let go from the department. Bridget was devastated and thought she was never going to get another shot. After a year of looking for another job she was contacted by the Miami-Dade Police Department and asked if she would be interested in interviewing for a CSI position. Bridget jumped on this opportunity.

Bridget decided to sit on the bench in the hallway and stop pacing. Finally emerging out of his office was Horatio Caine. Horatio was a fairly tall man with red hair and piercing blue eyes. He was wearing a black suit with a blue and white undershirt. He stood in suck a way where his police badge stood out which intimated Bridget a little bit. He began walking towards her so she stood up.

"Ms. Anderson." Horatio said sternly as he put his hand out to shake hands with her.

"Lieutenant Caine." Bridget said sweetly as she shook his hand

The two walked to his office. Horatio Caine's office was made mostly of windows. The floor was a beige carpet. He had a big desk to the right of the room with a chair for him to sit in and one for her. There was a sofa to the left with two end tables, which only had lamps on them. Across from the desk there was a bookshelf, which housed dozens of books, most likely about forensics and the laws. Horatio led her to her seat and then took one himself. Bridget put her files on the table for Horatio to look at but to her surprise he didn't.

"I want to hear about the case you were involved in about a year ago" Horatio said as he leaned forward clasping his hands together leaning on the desk with his elbows.

Bridget gulped, how did he know? Then it dawned on her that most, if not all of the PD's in Florida probably know what went down. She feared this was going to destroy everything.

"Yes, that was a difficult case." Bridget felt the tears start to well up in her eyes and quickly blinked to stop them. "It was a brutal burglary, the victim was badly beaten and sexually assaulted. The victim's 2-year-old daughter was left crying in the crib. I thought that-"

Horatio interrupted Bridget.

"I am aware of the case Ms. Anderson, I wanted to know about what happened afterwards. I want to know about your dismissal." Horatio was looking intently at Bridget

"Yes, yes during the investigation my personal relationship with my partner was called into question." Bridget didn't know how to react or what to say.

"Mmh…" Horatio grabbed the files on the desk.

The interview lasted a little over an hour and Horatio was impressed with her qualifications. After much consideration he decided she would be an asset to the team and offered her a position as a CSI.