The sun rose up to began another day for everyone, the light shines over a beautiful mansion and through a window of a bedroom where Christa's sleeping as the sun light hits the closed bed curtains.

*Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!*

The annoying beeping of her alarm clock on her charged phone made Christa groan as she shut it off. She sat up in bed, revealing her black pajamas and her bed time braided hair.

"Time to get ready for work." Christa said while yawning, she got out of her bed, open up the bed curtains and instantly getting ready.

After putting on usual outfit, brushed her hair and braided to her usual braided hair style, finish her breakfast and brushing her teeth, Christa grabbed her bag and badge, and was about to head out the door when her cell phone rang. She reached into her purse and took it out to answer it.

"Hello?" "Hey Christa!" Josiah answered on the other line. "Hey Josiah." Christa greeted. "I'm just about to head out the door." "Oh good! I'm on my way to work right now, but I want to ask you something." Josiah said. "What is it?" Christa asked.

There was a few second pause before Josiah asked, "... Are you wearing something sexy today? Like a short skirt or a sort of revealing shirt?" Christa sighed at her perverted friend, "Josiah, if this is about me dressing sexy to catch a guy's eye-" "Guess that's a no?" Josiah asked. "Who knows? Maybe that Shaw guy will be hot..." "I'll see you at the station, Josiah." Christa hung up the phone and shook her head as she walked out the door.

Christa arrived at the station and as she got up to the second floor, she didn't see anyone different in there. All the same people she's known for a month, no guy she hasn't seen. She walked over to her cubicle and turned on her computer.

"Knew it. No sexy stuff." Josiah said, appearing next to Christa. Christa shook her head again, "You know I do not have anything sexy to wear and if I did, I wouldn't wear it to work. Especially if it's to gain attention of guys." "Aw! You're no fun, Christa!" Josiah whined.

"Well I have things to focus on, Jos." Christa said. "And you still are my friend, but sometimes work is more important." She then changed the subject. "Has Shaw arrived yet? Do you know?" "I just arrived five minutes ago, so I don't think so." Josiah shook her head.

Christa nodded her head and sat at her computer. A little while later however, she and everyone else in the room saw a man who looked to be in his late 20s or early 30s walked in. He had short dirty blonde hair slicked back, blue eyes, and was wearing a black short sleeved button-up shirt and blue jeans.

This was John Shaw. Everyone looked at him as he walked by and he walked pass Christa and Josiah, "So that's Shaw?" Josiah asked. "I expected him to look more threatening. What do you think, Christa?" Josiah turned to look at Christa and she was a bit surprised by what she saw. Christa was staring in awe at the direction of John. Her eyes were wide. "That's Shaw? Because he looks... hot." Christa thought as she continued to stare.

"Detective Johnson! Come here for a second!" Captain Matthews snapped Christa out of her thoughts as she called for her. Christa got up from her desk and walked over to Matthews and John.

"Yes ma'am." "Detective Shaw, this is Detective Christa Johnson. She came here during the department transfer and she happens to be one of the best detectives we have right now." Matthews introduced her. "Oh yeah, I heard about you on the radio yesterday." John commented, shaking Christa's hand. "You busted that drug guy on your first day as detective, huh?" "Y-yeah, that was me..." Christa chuckled nervously, something that was unlike her.

"And it so happens that she'll be your new partner." John look at Matthews in shock and disbelief, "Don't worry, Shaw. She won't end up like your old partner did, you'd be surprised on what she's capable of. I'll be getting back to my office. Call me if you need anything." Matthews walked out and headed back to her office on the third floor.

"I'll get to work as well. Nice meeting you Detective Johnson." "Likewise." She answered back. John nodded at Christa before walking to his cubicle, which was only a few cubicles away from Christa's. "What was that, Christa? I've never seen you so nervous before." Josiah asked as she walks up to her friend, Christa watched John as he sat down.

She stare at him with a lovesick look on her face as she smiles lovingly, "Uh-oh..." Josiah saw this and smirked. "What?" Christa snapped out of it and looked at her. "Someone's been smitten by the love bug..." Josiah teased in a sing-song voice. "No I have not!" Christa quickly said as she quickly walk back to her cubicles.

"You're eyeing him like a love struck schoolgirl. It's obvious it's love at first sight for you." Josiah continued to smirk. "I-I'm just surprised that's the type of guy Shaw is." Christa explained. "In other words... you're intrigued by him?" Josiah asked. "Intrigued, maybe. But absolutely NOT in love with him already!" Christa said, sitting back down.

Josiah said with a slight scoff, "Christa, I know you have a little issue with men. Especially what happened to your brother. But you can't let it haunt you forever." She walked away back to her desk as Christa look at her computer, she look at the picture frame of her parents, herself and her younger brother.

Later that day, Christa made her way down to the shooting range. Whenever she didn't have a case to work on, she would always go down to the shooting range to practice on her gun in case she needed it.

After putting on the protective glasses and the earplugs, she pressed the button on one of the paper targets and it moved down the range a few feet. Christa held up her gun and shot it six times before moving the target back up to the start. She got five bullets near the middle and one on the head. "Five out of six, not bad." Christa said.

".40 Calibur? Not a bad choice; I use that one too." A voice was heard behind Christa, surprising her. She turned around and it was John walking into the range with his own gun.

"Yeah, been using this since getting out of the academy." Christa said. "As I said, good choice." John said, pressing the button on a target the same time Christa did with hers again.

Before he started shooting, he commented, "You don't seem like the type of girl who would go for a job as a police officer." Christa rolled her eyes at that comment, "Gee, it's not like I've never heard that one before." She said sarcastically.

"I don't mean it as an insult." John said. "It's just different from what I see in the police force. Most women I see in this career just look the same, nothing unique about them. You are probably the most unique I've seen since working here." "You mean with my hair, tattoos and slight makeup?" Christa asked.

John nodded, "Some people think that type of look is what criminals look like, but you being here with the police and looking like that can show not all people who look like that are bad people. I know that for a fact anyway. Looks can be deceiving in this world."

Christa was relieved to hear that coming from him, glad that he didn't think of her as a freak. "Thanks." She shot two bullets, "So, how long have you been in the police force?" John asked,

"I've been in this department for only a month. But I've been doing this job for two years." Christa said. "And as you know, I just recently got promoted to Detective." She fired three bullets. "I'm surprised I was promoted this fast."

"You do seem like a hard worker from what Matthews told me, I think you deserve it. And now we're work on a case with each other." John said. "And I'm happy we are." Christa said to herself.

She turned and watched as John fired his gun at the target, and couldn't help but noticed how strong he looked doing it. What she didn't realize was a small blush forming on her face. She shook her looking off and finished shooting her rounds.

After she finished, she took her gun and put the target back to the front. "I'm going to head back up and do some work if I have any." "Alright, see you up there." John said, shooting off his last shots as Christa left the range. He pressed the button moving the target back to him, showing almost all his shots were in the middle, right on target.