<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/ec/74/53/ec7453ab61f832b816527202fa570493.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cassidy Locke<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Home -> EM's car<br/><br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday May 4th - 06:45 - 07:15<br/><br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Her hair & makeup<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Dr Irene<br/><hr/><br/><em>Running late! </em>Cassidy was rushing about, her hair wrapped up in fat curlers in just her underwear. Her bed strewn with clothes and looking as if she'd not slept in it at all for at least the last twenty-four hours. She had been up half the night reading in her armchair and fell asleep there.<br/><br/>She had heard the chatter on her scanner but had yet to get a call directly so she knew that while she was going to be late to her normal lab start time, she was still good about the<br/><br/><em>BUZZZZZ</em><br/><br/>And now she was going to be late getting to the crime scene. Sure enough, her cell was telling her to get her gear and get to 237 Pacific Way. Well, sadly that meant going to the lab first. Sure, she had a basic kit in her trunk but she wasn't showing up at a major crime scene with that. Even if it turned out to be another burglary; she needed her big kit from the lab. That was when the fates played their part and her cell buzzed again.<br/><br/>The accompanying sound were her ringer on, would be the honk of a goose, the ring personalised for the good doctor. Goosey, as she was affectionately called sometimes, was going to pick her up on the way. If Irene had been called then there was more than a burglary to investigate.<br/><br/>"Yeah, I'll have a large black, please. Thanks, Goose. See you in a bit." She said and hung up. Her planned outfit was scrapped for something that would allow her to move easily, and that look professional. Black skinny pants and a pair of classic 8-hole Doc's with a comfortable red gingham button up over a white tank top. Her hair she tied up ala Rosie the Riveter (http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ehBuQwS_cFw/URKFOo6aBDI/AAAAAAAAKI4/OwmzKCGnuzk/s1600/Small+Pinterest+image.jpg) and was ready to go with full makeup and a funky pair of horned rims when the honk came.<br/><br/>"So yeah, I can pick up my big kit when we stop. Ooo thanks for the caffeine!" She said, bounding into the passenger seat a short minute later and picking up the togo cup. "Do we know much yet?" she asked excitedly. Cassidy loved her job, loved the mystery of the crime scene. She was good at her job too. Today would have been spent pouring over lab work for the surrounding/nearby smaller counties had it not been for this call. It will put her behind but a fresh case was worth it.