@~Dark.Disney.Triplet~Driving through the misty Boston morning, Jackson Blackwell found his way to one of the local gas stations. It was a Tuesday morning and he was running late to work. Lola had taken extra long this morning to get ready and it resulted in Jackson having to do her hair. "You know your mother is going to kill me for being late." He said as he pulled into the gas station and parked next to a red Chevy equinox. Getting out of the car, Jackson walked around to the said and opened up the child locked door, letting Lola out. "Why can't I just stay with you? Mom's new boyfriend is..." She started before hearing her mother ask, "What are you saying about Doug?" Michelle was a brunette with a serious attitude, on occasions Jackson didn't understand what he saw in her six years ago. Without saying a word she motioned Lola to go to the equinox and she glared at Jackson until she heard the car door shut. "How dare you try and take my child away from me." She said in a low and serious tone which caused Jackson to roll his eyes. "She's mine too, and you barely want her to see me." He said before walking past her and to his car door. "I got to go." He mumbled before getting in and pulling out of the gas station. Reaching work, Jackson pulled into his designated parking spot. Grabbing both his bag and jacket, Jackson got out and walked into the building. He could tell the moment he got into the room that there was something going on, probably a murder or shoot out. Cops were bustling around, calls were ringing out. By the time he reached his desk the chief was motioning him and his partner over. Glancing at the clock as he entered the chiefs office he noticed he was maybe forty minutes late, better than some other days. "I've assigned you two to the alleyway murder. Your debriefings have been delivered to your desks." Chief Ryder informed. So he was right. Working five years in the force seem to give Jackson some special intuition of knowing what was going on. "You leave now." Ryder said. Jackson nodded and left the room. He was tired and it was easy to be seen. Fighting with Michelle was wearing him down and making his nights restless. This was the fresh start Layla needed so badly, far away from Spain and far from her family. It was nine months ago that Layla had turned her own sister in for drug smuggling and countless murders, and it was four months since she had escaped Spain and came back to America. Thanks to a friend that she met as she was in medical school, she was able to have a place to stay. Carson was a nurse at the local hospital, and Layla was the new medical examiner at the morgue underneath the police station, they went well together. Today was supposed to be Layla's first day on the job and well she was slightly nervous. There was so many things that could stand in her way, her accent, her gender, etc. back in Spain in was almost unheard of to be female and have a job like being a medical examiner, at least the town she grew up in. Grabbing her jacket and shoulder bag, Layla left the high end apartment and went to catch a taxi. Boston was a nice town and she seemed to get along with it; however, drive through the place was another story and she had wrecked her car weeks prior to this morning. She was a good driver, but some other people were not. The air was humid due to it being a foggy, misty, morning and Layla worried that her hair would frizzy, but then she figured she might as well go with it. Catching the first taxi she could she instructed the driver to take her to the BMPD as quickly as he could and if she was there before eight she would give him a tip. Thanks to throwing the tip part into the conversation the driver was able to find the fastest route to the police department and let Layla out. Looking up at build the blonde haired blued eyed girl inhaled deeply, first days were always the worst. As she entered the building she noticed the immense amount of officers ran around, one almost hit her with a cop of coffee. Trying to dodge she ran starting into a tall dark haired man that was coming out of a office. "I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed as she fixed herself. "It's okay, can I help you? You seem lost." He said looking at her a little worried. Layla smiled and sighed in relief, "Oh, yes. Could you point me to the morgue? I'm the new M.E. and this place is really well big." She told him before holding her hand out. "I'm Layla Bello." She said introducing herself, her accent thick. The man nodded, "I'm detective Jackson Blackwell and this is my partner detective Valhalla..." Detective Jackson said shaking her hand, "The Morgue is through those doors and down two flights of stairs, go down the hall and it's the only big door down there. Good luck." He told her before parting ways and going to grab his jacket. Calling a quick "thank you" his way, Layla exited the bull pin and went down to the morgue. Pushing the heavy metal and glass door open, Layla noticed a man in a white coat going over some paper work. "Hello. You must be Dr. Iling, I'm your new assistant Layla." She said before walking in and put her stuff in the shelf and racks he had designated for belongings. The doctor nodded and motioned her to come in, "Come on in, grab the coat with your name on it Miss. Bello and come get your assignment. I want to see what you can do, even though you come highly recommended." He said. Layla did as he asked, grabbed her coat and joined him. There was an middle aged male lain on a cold metal table, he had bullet wounds through out his body and a tattoo of a blue cobra on his neck. "Gang affiliated I see." She said before beginning her work.