September changed to November and the weather turned colder and rainy.
Sam got up for work on a dreary morning in early November. She rolled over and looked out her apartment window. The rain was pouring down…hard.
She groaned as she got up to get ready for work. She knew she had no choice but to drive this morning, and the rain wasn't going to help traffic any.
She dressed in many layers, knowing she needed to stay dry if they had any crime scenes outside today.
Luckily, she had the day off tomorrow, and she fully intended to spend it relaxing and enjoying herself in the big city.
She straightened her hair and pulled on a coat and walked to the parking garage under her apartment complex. She turned on her car and drove to work.
She put her jacked in her locker and walked to the breakroom. Danny was sitting on the couch, reading a forensics journal.
She smiled and walked over, plopping herself into his lap.
"Hey Sam." He said from behind the forensics journal.
"How did you know it was me?" She asked.
He peeked over the top of the journal. "You do this almost every morning."
Sam frowned and stood up. "I could always be Lindsay."
Danny just rolled his eyes and turned the page of his magazine. Sam made herself a cup of coffee.
Mac walked in. "Oh good. You two are with me. We've got a homicide."
Sam sighed and followed Mac. She just had a feeling. This was not going to be the best day ever.
