"Huh?" Maggie said. "Yeah, didn't see that one. Anyway, here we are."<br/>The second floor of the station was home to the detectives and to the supervisory officers. As Gina came up the west staircase, she first noticed an open area with offices on each side. On the west wall, there was a large circular glass window looking down on Madison Avenue. It was mostly snowed over at the moment.<br/>To the east, she saw men’s and women’s restrooms and, beyond them, the east staircase. Against the east wall was a large conference and multipurpose room used primarily for coordinating manhunts and task force activities.<br/>"That door to the north there leads to the captain's office, and the office the deputy chief use when he needs to make an apperance here, he got an office in every station house. That's a bit of a sore spot, actually. He's almost never here, but he still got the nicest office, while the situation for the detective up here is really cramped. He got the nicest tv too, go figure." Maggie looked a bit irritated herself, obvously sympathizing with the detectives. "If you do your job, you will probably never even meet the captain. He's only here at day time, so third shift have little contact with him. Anyway, down in the south west corner, in the Bullpen, will be where you'll be working. I'm affraid you'll probably have to share a desk with someone. As I said, it's pretty cramped. Ok, ready to see Sid? As the senior homicide detective he got an office of his own."<br/><br/>(http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g183/SwedishSteel_2006/13thsecondfloor.jpg)