4Dr. Rhiannon Jones was in a typical New York diner, not lagged down by morning fatigue like every other person in there. She had flown and moved into her apartment a few days earlier and had just gotten used to the time zone distance, but was her chipper self. As she was early for work, she had decided to get some coffee and a bagel before going to her new job, but the queue was taking ages. Eventually, the business suit in front of her who was fussing about the diner not doing gluten-free bagels left in a huff, so she went up to order her food.
"Americano coffee, no milk, and a salmon and cream cheese bagel, please." She asked the clerk, smiling nervously.
"Here ya go…say, you ain't English, are ya?" The clerk unknowingly touched a nerve. She rolled her eyes.
"I'm Welsh, that's the little country which England took over in 1276? For future reference, ask people if they're British…it might not piss so many people off, sweetheart, thanks." She said witheringly, handing over the correct change, taking her food and heading out to the square to eat her breakfast.
After noticing the time was ten to nine, Rhiannon wolfed down her bagel and burn her tongue on some very bad coffee that tasted like mud.
"Christ…what kind of shit have they pumped into this?" She cursed, throwing it an unsuspecting hoard of pigeons, and attracting some strange looks from business skirts and suits. She promptly hurried along to the precinct, hauling her box of stuff with her, asked the receptionist where the forensics department was, and made her way there.
Whilst walking down a corridor, she crossed paths with a good-looking guy in a t-shirt and slacks. 'A little too casual for your average cop' She thought to herself as she passed, before feeling eyes on her behind and hearing an appreciative wolf-whistle from the guy.
"Something you got to say, boyo?" She said sweetly, semi-threateningly, hearing the guy laugh to himself as he walked away. Shrugging to herself, she strolled to the office labelled 'Mac Taylor', knocked then waited before knocking again.
"Y'know, I heard you the first time." A dark-haired man opened the door.
"Oh! Sorry, sir." She said, as she led herself into his office. There was another woman in the office, also looking nervous. 'Newbie too, eh?'
"Please, call me Mac. I take it you must be Dr. Jones." He offered a hand.
"It's Rhiannon, sir. I mean, Mac." Rhiannon felt herself babble.
"It's alright, take a seat."
After the newbie meeting, Rhiannon picked up her box and went to her designated lab. She took the tank of stick insects out of it first and then placed her organiser and desk tidy next to them. When she was satisfied with how her lab looked, she decided to explore the rest of the crime lab.