Still without a permanent residence, I gathered my things for my first day on the job. It would be a day similar to the orientation that I was given when I first joined the NY crime lab, but I was hopeful that I would be perceived as an equal and not looked down upon because of my looks. I also hoped that just because I fit a stereotype for my people that my coworkers wouldn't assume we were all the same. I dressed casual yet professional enough to look like what my record stated, although I hoped none of my misdemeanors were addressed.

It had been the best idea of my life to buy a car in the first few weeks of living in this foreign land, although for New York is was very foolish.I made due, and now my transfer to the great dust ball of a state called Nevada, it had been the best decision I had ever made in my life. When I pulled into the lot, I had been extremely nervous, and I sat for nearly ten minutes practicing to rid myself of that horrid dialect that had caused me trouble on some many of occasions. To be frank, what would a woman like myself be doing out here in the desert? That was the question I had to ask myself.

Finally able to work up the courage to get out of my car, I approached the front desk to check in and was directed to my supervisor's office. A bearded man, greyed with age sat at the desk inside looking over legal documents with his eyeglasses slowly sliding down his nose. I took silent steps to the open door, and raised my fist to lightly knock. The man looked up suddenly, and his massive amounts of paperwork were forgotten. His eyes scanned across at the visitor tag I bore on my person, allowing him to progress that I was his newest student.

He stood from the desk, and beckoned me inside. "You must be Siv Landvik."

I entered the room, but felt uncomfortable sitting down. I nodded. "Yes, I'm reporting for my first day."

He held out his hand to me, "Gil Grissom, it's nice to finally meet you Siv and welcome to the team. I'm going to have Catharine show you around, and then we'll talk about where you'll stand in this lab."

"I completely understand, sir."

He gave me a strange look. "Most of them just call me Grissom. Norse mythology?"

I nodded. "If you read my file, you'd know my heritage."

He nodded slowly, "I have, and I must say you are quite a character."

I sighed. A red-headed women walked into the office and looked at me to Grissom. She was younger than Grissom, but had experienced more life than I had. She held her hand out to me, and I shook it. "Catharine Willows."

"Siv Landvik. So where to?"

She smiled. "I think you should meet Greg first, you're both Norwegian."

"Oh? Are you familar with Norse Mythology, like my mother was?" I asked.

Catharine shook her head, "No, Grissom mentioned it to Greg as his mother's maiden name was Hojem."

I followed her down the hall of the sterilized lab with many windows where one could observe the work that went on. This was night shift, and I was in heaven as night work was when I was at my peak. She guided me to the reconstruction room where a tall brunette and an attractive male blonde were surveying crime scene photos. Catharine cleared her throat, and the two of them looked up. The man eyed me strangely; perhaps it was the prospect of having another female in his presence. The woman just appeared curious at who I was.

"Sara, Greg, this is our newest transfer Siv Landvik." Catharine introduced me.

I waved and Sara said hello before going back to her photos. Greg; however, walked over to the two of us until I realized Catharine had disappeared. I thought that had been rather odd, but perhaps another co-worker had pulled her alongside for her personal observation on a case. Greg extended a hand to me, a gesture I was getting used to and looked at me for but a second. "Thor's bride."

I sighed and nodded. Then, on impulse my right hand reached up to let my index finger slide down the side of his sculpted jaw, before walking away to wander the lab that would become my new work place. I learned that the people in this city were more welcoming to my place in their lab, unlike New York where I was used to do whatever they asked of me. I had a feeling I was going to enjoy Vegas. The only thing left to do was make a permanent residence.