<div class="floatleft">(https://67.media.tumblr.com/2d739396ae59b5679bff7fbebfc3616d/tumblr_o7bp7bBdOT1tmmtpjo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Melissa Jane Hobbes<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>The floor of her apartment<br/><br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday 4th May, 06:40-7:15ish<br/><br/><strong>Doing:</strong>An impersonation of a dumpster<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Melissa was vaguely aware of a noise coming from somewhere above her head as her eyes pried themselves open and the world slowly came into focus. The clock on the wall told Mel that it was 6:41 AM as a single thought entered her mind<em>'Who the fuck is callin at this ungodly time?'</em>A foul smell reached Mel's nostrils and jolted her into life before she realised that she was the source of the stench, which was followed by the realisation that she had spent the night sleeping on the floor of her apartment. Though truth be told night was a stretch as she'd only returned home at 2 AM. The noise continued as the few working synapses in Mel's head registered that it was her phone that was ringing and it was the station that was calling. Mel groped around above her head and found her phone on the little side table next to the couch, despite her best efforts to sound awake whoever was on the other end knew from the sound of Mel's voice that she wasn't completely together<strong>"Hobbes."</strong>Anything more than single word answers were going to take a lot of effort<br/><strong>"Where?"<br/>"OK."<br/>"I'm not on shift until..."<br/>"OK."<br/>"On my way."</strong><br/>Mel hung up and dropped the phone, before the smell hit her again. She couldn't remember exactly how she ended up smelling like this but obviously something happened after the male strippers last night but she didn't have time to worry about that now. Crawling to her feet Mel picked the phone up again and called a cab to pick her up, give it a few hours and she'd be fine but for right now best leave the driving to someone else, also Mel remembered one of the many pieces of advice her Father had given her about homicides - The thing about dead bodies was that they weren't going anywhere.<br/><br/>The cab arrived 20 minutes later, giving Mel just enough time to shower and change. She didn't exactly smell life a perfume department by the time she left but at least she didn't smell like a pig farm any more. There was a smirk on the face of the cab driver as Mel left her building, it wasn't the sunniest day but Mel was wearing the thickest shades she owned.<br/><br/>As the cab pulled into Pacific Way, Mel knew she was going to get all kinds of crap from the uniforms about turning up to a crime scene in a cab and for a second she considered getting out round the corner and walking. Instead she decided to go on the offensive and not give anyone a chance to crack wise, bounding out of the cab Mel fired off questions at the uniforms barely giving them time to answer<strong>"Lieutenant Holiday here yet? M.E. been notified? Anyone talked to the neighbours yet?"</strong>If sounded and acted like she was 100% then maybe the thing with the cab would slip by.