Kimberly's POV

I knocked on the door and waited for a "come in". When he responded I walked in and set the box on a chair.

"Hi, I'm Capt. Don Cragen. You must be Kimberly Johnson." He said with a warm smile that instantly eased my butterflies.

"The one and only." I said with a light laugh as I held out my hand.

"So I see you worked with the Mounted Unit before this?" He asked.

I couldn't read his face. Damn he's good at hiding his emotions.

"Yeah, I love working with animals." I said.

"Do you think you can handle sex crimes?" He asked with a little doubt in his voice and eyes.

"No, I don't think I can, I know I can." I asked my voice full of confidence.

"Good, sit tight for a second." He said as he got up and walked out the door.

When he left I thought about all the challenges I'd be facing if I became a detective here. 'No! Damn it! I can do this! I will do this!'

He came back in after a minute or two and said, "Kimberly would you like to meet your co-workers?"

"Sure, why not." I said, my butterflies returning instantly.

I walked out of his office and back into the squad room.

Standing in a big group were five people, one of which I recognized as Brian Cassidy. There were two other women and three men. One of the women had an olive look to her skin, chin length dark brown hair and brown eyes. The other one was Hispanic looking with really curly light brown hair.

The first guy was tall, 6'2 or 6'3 best guess. Extremely short brown hair and a Marines tattoo on his forearm. The second guy was around 5'10 or 5'11 and had grey hair. The other one was Brian Cassidy, who, 'What the hell?'! He's checkin' me out!' Poor guy. I don't date in my precinct.

"Kimberly, this is Elliot Stabler, Olivia Benson, John Munch, Monique Jeffries and you've met Brian Cassidy? Good he's your partner." 'God Damn it!' I forced a smile anyway. "Get to know the guys."

"I'm Kimberly, but if you call me Kim, I will hurt you." I said jokingly.

"Olivia, so glad to have another women here." She said with a hundred-watt smile. I turned around to put the box on my new desk and felt a hand reaching into my back pocket. I turned around grabbed the guy's arm, twisted it behind his back and pushed his chest down to my knee. I looked down and saw it was Brian. He immeadatly dropped my wallet and I saw a flash. I let him go and everyone was shocked.

"What?" I asked like nothing out of the ordinary happened.

"Nice reflexes." Elliot said.

"Eh, nothing major." I brushed the compliment off. The phone on my desk went off and I answered it with a brisk "Johnson." I scribbled on a notebook and hung up.

"Brian let's go, rape homicide on East 53rd."

And so it begins.