A/N chapter two's here. More on the way.
Twenty minutes later she retraced her steps until she found the conference room where all the staff was gathered. She breezed through and walked up to the front, the perfect picture of confidence bordering on arrogance. She looked out over the crowd, and smiled politely. "I-" She began "-Am Vicky Fejes. I am here to make sure that none of you screw up. You have a set of rules and regulations that have, up until this point, have all but been tossed out the window."
She watched the reaction of the people very closely. Macy was there, looking like he was biting his tongue, trying to look cool and collected. She could see the fear that she instilled on one of the lab techs and fought back a grin. "I am an agent of the District Attorney's office, so try as you might to get me to leave, the only way to do so is to convince the District Attorney and all of her underlings that I am, in fact, a horrible person."
That seemed to get the crowd even more on edge. "Now, I'm not going to lay blame on any one person for the amount of rule breaking as it's been going on for far longer than I can trace. But I am going to ensure that no further rule breaking goes on, because if it does, it's not just me you'll have to put up with but Dr. Slokum as well." That was the thing that got the crowd at least partially on her side.
She had only met Slokum once and thought that to be one time too many. Any person more arrogant than she was was definitely a bad one. And he was an arrogant, rude, weasily little man that she was glad to get away from. "I will be writing the reports for all high-profile autopsies and murder inquiries as well as writing a weekly report back to the DA, so any and all transgressions will be reported. I would also like to take this moment to say that I am not Slokum however much I may resemble him personality wise. I'm not here because I get a kick out of it but because it is my job, and thus any appeals to me on a personal basis won't have any effect. The DA's office has had enough with the bad press coming from it's subsidiary."
No one dared moved as she stepped back and looked around. "Y'all can get back to work now." She said, and watched the almost mass exodus from the room, each trying to get out as quickly as possible while still trying to look professional. She smiled to herself and started back down to her office, turning a corner that she didn't recognize.
She turned around again and again, trying to remember which way she was going when she almost walked into someone else. "Sorry." She said, looking at the person before her. "Trying to remember where they stuck me and got myself lost." The other woman looked at her sympathetically.
"Where'd they put you?"
"The crypt." The other woman laughed.
"My old desk. I'm Lilly Lebowski." She thought for a minute trying to place the name.
"Grief counselor." She pointed out and the other woman nodded.
"Not bad." She shrugged.
"Hey when you've got an 11 hour flight with a stack full of profiles on all of you guys you've got nothing else to do but read them."
"Eleven hours. That's harsh. Where were you?" They had reached the crypt again, and she hadn't missed the people shying out of her way as she walked by.
"Budapest. I wasn't too harsh back there was I?" She asked, as she sat back behind her desk. "I mean, I'm not evil but you guys really have been kinda insane with all the stuff you've been doing here and I'm supposed to keep you in line." She toyed with the edge of a folder that had been placed on her desk.
"Wasn't too bad, just after Slokum it's a little hard to put up with someone else saying they're going to be our watchdog."
"Yeah, can see how that would work. Thanks." She watched the woman leave before picking up a folder and getting to work reading through it and signing off on mundane death after death.