<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/fn2yDcN.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tyler Maxon<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>His Apartment<br/><br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday 4th May, 06:30-6:40ish<br/><br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Trying to Wake up, Attempting to keep his head on.<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ex-Wife, Open<br/><hr/>The rushing sound of water coming from the sink drowned out Diana's voice on the other end of the speaker phone, something Tyler was thankful for as he finished brushing his teeth. He could hear her yappy tone the entire tone, though; a fact he wished would go away. Why couldn't she just leave him be?<strong>"You took the house, already, I don't know know what the hell else you want."</strong>He snapped  as he turned the sink off, only to hear more badgering from the other end. Something about trying to make it all work again. Yeah, like that'd gone stellar the last few times they'd tried it.<strong>"Listen, I gotta head to the station. We'll finish this later."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Don't you hang up on me, you as-"</strong>Click.... Tyler held the phone then, staring at the picture used to denote his wife in the contacts list. It was his favorite picture of her, from back when they were still happy. It was a fact that caused him to shake his head before moving out from the bathroom, and swiping up a bottle of aspirin from the side table. He tossed three of the tablets into his mouth dry before swallowing them down with a grunt. No matter what, they always tasted bad, even with water.<br/><br/>Tyler grabbed his cup of coffee and moved to the recliner then, programming his phone to simply forward Diana's calls for now. He had a hangover from hell and wasn't in any mood to deal with her. At-least not until the meds kicked in a little more. So that's where he sat for the moment, sipping his coffee as he waited for the clock to strike closer to 7:00 am. He had his shirt and the rest of attire all gathered up,  and living in close proximity to the station did have it's benefits.<br/><br/>Finally around fifteen minutes had passed and he rose from the chair to get himself dressed and out the door. Sure, Maxon hadn't eaten breakfast yet, but then he rarely did these days. He'd just grab something later when the opportunity presented itself. So with that, he grabbed his pack and left the shitty apartment to head out to his car. No sooner did he get inside did he hear the radio chatter, something that typically flooded to the background with a man like him. But he could recognize one code in his sleep. Ten-thirty-five, major crime alert.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh shit...."</strong>Tyler groaned, knowing his cell was likely to be going off any minute. It didn't necessarily mean it was his departments thing, but only a few crimes fell into major crimes territory. Homicide was one.... He turned over the ignition then, knowing better then to try to jump the gun in a situation like this. After all, he was probably wrong right? It was likely just some football player that got handsy and out of control, which was just as bad; but he wouldn't be the one handling that....