<div class="floatright">(http://www.dressity.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/anntaylor.jpg)</div><br/>Sarah Delacroix rolled down the window of the company car. It was always the same black model that they were given whenever they needed to head out of Washington D.C for an assignment. Over the years she had gotten pretty used to the way the car felt, smelled and the sight of it after a long day was almost beginning to feel comforting. Like there was always something in the world that she could hold on to. The black behemoth of a car had been at her side for as many cases as her current partner. A thought that she found quite humourous at times. Still the job kept throwing new surprises at her. "You know, I don't think I have ever been to Miami" she declared mostly to herself as she looked out the window at a sign leading towards the Florida city. "How about any of you guys?" she asked into the car as she sat back into the driver's seat.<br/><br/>It had been a long time since the car had been this crowded. To her right was sat her partner on the passenger seat as always. No real surprises there. It was in the back there the difference lay. They had been asked by the Director to pick up a new agent on their way out to their latest case. They were told to show the 'rookie' the ropes and make sure to teach some valuable lessons about the job in the process. Ok, no big deal Sarah had figured. It would be interesting and maybe even fun to poke a little at the rookie. But then they were expected to make room for a journalist as well. She didn't really catch the particulars as to why but the reporter was to tag along and write some kind of article over their travels. Maybe some kind of glory piece to attract more attention to the Bureau. Might as well try to get the best out of it.