I stand outside the huge Metro Pd building, in Japan, the last place I thought I would ever be. It's a long way from New York I think bitterly, scowling at the building in front of me. I know I can't deny an official transfer, though I wish I could. I've lived in New York my whole life, and joined the NYPD there due to...unique circumstances. Why they wanted me in the Metropolitan police department 2nd unit I'll never understand. Why bring in a New York detective? There was only one other member of the NYPD that got transferred to Japan that I knew of, and he used to be apart of my unit. Eiki Yachigusa, formerly NYPD, and currently in Japan last I heard. I smile remembering Eiki. He was kind of odd, and most underestimated him because of his young looks, but he had proven himself a good detective in the time I'd known him. I sigh, I guess I should enter the building. 

                         I start walking towards the door, when a voice stops me. "Excuse me miss? Are you lost? You're a tourist right? The museum is a couple more blocks up, on the right." I turn, seeing a tall handsome man, in a three piece suit, with slightly shaggy grayish hair, and light grey eyes. Tourist? What the hell?

                        I raise an eyebrow at him. "Tourist?" I ask, wondering if he was really talking to me. 

                       He nods."Yes m'am, you look like a tourist. Like I said, museum is up a couple more blocks. This is a police department building. Don't want to get caught loitering out here, makes you look suspicious." he adds, looking at me. 

                       I nod, and he walks inside the building, taking that to mean I understand and was leaving. I look down at my outfit and sigh. I guess I do look kind of like a tourist. With my dark jeans tucked into my combat boots, my black tank top underneath my black leather jacket. Maybe I am under dressed. I frown at the thought. Shit. At my old unit there wasn't a particularly strict dress code, as long as you could get your job done. Oh well, I don't think I have enough time to go change. I head into the building, going through the lobby. 

                       I bump into someone as I try to find the elevator. "Oh I'm sorry." I say, looking up, into a pair of half closed dark grey eyes. He's tall, taller than me, and I'm pretty tall for a woman. Black hair, that almost covers his eyes, dressed in black slacks, and a white dress shirt, with the top two buttons undone. Damn. Another looker... Well dressed too.. again, I look like shit compared to these people. He doesn't say anything, so I repeat myself. "Uh I'm sorry." 

                         He widens his eyes at me, like finally seeing that someone is in front of him. "Hmmm?" he murmurs, looking confused. I mentally face palm. What the hell? is he half asleep? I hear footsteps, and turn to see a man running towards us, who stops right next to mr. half asleep.

                        "Yo Shusuke, hurry up, we're gonna be late. Oh wow a girl." he adds, looking at me. He's wearing a three piece suit, and he has dark eyes, and black hair, sporting glasses. What is it with these people and their damn suits?! 

                         New guy looks me up and down a few times.. creep.. feels like he's undressing me with his eyes... what the fuck? "A four." glasses says, looking straight at me. 

                         I raise an eyebrow, glaring."Four?" I ask, looking at the two men in front of me. 

                         "Your rating. Kyobashi is giving you a four." the half asleep dude mumbles. I think the other man called him Shusuke? 

                         "What the fuck? Four out of what? I barely know you what the hell?" I snap, eyeing the guy with glasses. He looks surprised, but grabs the other guys arm, and walks off, completely ignoring me. Seriously?What the fuck. 

                         I finally find the elevator, and get inside, pressing the button to close the doors. A hand stops the door, and a man shoves his way in. "What the hell? Ya trying to crush me?" snaps the tall man that just shoved his way in the elevator. He's tall, wild looking, with a black jacket, over a white shirt, black pants, and finger less gloves. a lone earing peeks out underneath his dark red hair, that almost falls over his dark, steel grey eyes. Damn.. he's kinda hot.. 

                         "Not on purpose." I say, glaring at him. 

                          He smirks, a sarcastic grin."Tch. Look first... psh no manners." 

                          "No manners? What the hell?" I exclaim glaring at him. Who does this guy think he is? 

                          "Yeah ya got somethin' to say about it?" he asks, meeting my gaze. 

                          "Yea. You barely know me, so where do you get off saying I have no manners?" I snap, smirking at him. He looks surprised like he wasn't expecting me to talk back to him. He takes out his phone, looking at something. 

                        "Yes! we won!" he exclaims, throwing a fist in the air after checking his phone. 

                        "Uh okay?" I ask, raising an eyebrow at his sudden outburst. 

                        "The tiger's won. Now we'll make it all the way." He adds, smiling. 

                        "Ah. baseball." I mutter, and he looks at me. 

                        "You know baseball?" 

                         "Yeah." i shrug, not elaborating. The elevator stops on the seventh floor, and he gets out, walking away... Interesting people around here.. I finally reach a door that says special Investigations unit. I go in, and look around. I see a couple men gathered around a desk. " Uh excuse me, I'm the new transfer, Shayla Slaven, From the NYPD." i tell them. 

                          They all look at me, and from their expressions, they have no clue what I'm talking about. "Haven't heard anything about a new transfer to our unit." one man says. 

                           "Really? Oh maybe I have the wrong room. This is metro pd special investigations right?" I ask, looking at them. 

                           "Yes. You must mean the second unit though. Ya know, the elite detectives." He adds sarcastically, pointing to the door in the back of the room. What the fuck is his problem? 

                           I glance down at my paper, and it does say second unit."Oh your right it does say second unit." I tell them, and start walking to the door. 

                           "Tch, princess, are you even a detective? What is Second unit thinking, letting in a kid." He scoffs. 

                          I stop, whirling around, and glare at them. "That's detective princess to you asshole. Though I would watch out throwing around words like princess with me. Last man that called me that got a broken nose." I snap, and quickly turn back to the other door, opening it. 

                         Inside, to my shock, is every guy I ran into earlier, plus two more. A man in a suit, with slicked back black hair and dark eyes, with a cigarette hanging from his mouth approaches me. "You the new kid?" he ask. 

                        I nod."Shayla Slaven, from NYPD. Got a tranfer notice." I reply, as I look around my new unit. The last one I haven't met looks oddly familiar. He looks younger then the rest, with tousled brown hair, with blonde highlights, and light brown eyes. Sporting a white t shit underneath a black vest, he's the most casual dressed I've seen so far. 

                        The rest of the group looks at me finally, with exclamations of shock. 

                        "The weird tourist?" the first one exclaims.

                        "The four?" The second one asks.

                        "Miss no manners elevator girl." The red head smirks.

                        I smirk at the red head." Right because your the epitome of manners yourself." 

                        "Tch. You shut the elevator on me remember?" he smirks, with a glare in his eye.

                        "I didn't do it on purpose asshole." I grunt, taking a few steps closer to him. 

                        "Hmmm. Feisty, with a chip on her shoulder.. has something to prove, and probably has something to do with her past." The first guy I ran into chimes in. 

                        I turn and face him, glaring... seriously? That pisses me off."You don't know me, so don't sit here and pretend you know anything about me, you arrogant bastard!" I schreech at him, and he laughs. What the hell?

                       Someone else starts laughing too, the guy with the glasses." Four is feisty, I wonder if she's that feisty in the bedroom." He adds, laughing.

                       "Seriously? you've known me what? Two minutes you fucking pervert."  I huff at him. Wow, my new unit is full of assholes.

                       "Calm down Shayla, this is just how they are, they don't mean any harm." casually dressed pipes up, walking towards me..

                       "No one asked you asshole." I snap, looking at him.. damn why does he look so familiar? wait... "Wait.. Eiki?" I ask, surprised, looking the young detective up and down. 

                        He smiles. "Long time no see Shayla." 

                        "Alright alright calm down. Introduce yourselves, before you start harassing her." Smoking dude announces. "Oh I'm Hiroshi Kirisawa, head of the second unit." He adds, introducing himself. 

                        "I'm Kazusa Hanai. So you weren't a tourist." he adds, smirking. 

                        "I'm Katsuyuki Kyobashi. So Four is a detective?" The guy in the glasses adds, introducing himself. 

                       "Yes I'm a detective, Mr. pervert." I reply, smirking at him. 

                       "I'm Yutaka Tennoji. I hate the giants, and chicks with no manners." he adds, smirking at me. Asshole. 

                       "As you already know, I'm Eiki." Eiki adds winking. "Oh and the last one is Asano. Asano introduce yourself!" 

                       The half asleep guy comes over."I'm Shusuke Asano." 

                        "Hey we sure she's a detective? Looks like a kid to me." Hanai cuts in, looking at me.

                        I roll my eyes."Yes arrogant asshole, I'm a detective. 

                        "So why'd you transfer then? Ya have some kind of special skill or something?" Tennoji cuts in, before Hanai can answer.

                        "No clue, just got a transfer notice. And yea what's it to ya?" I answer, shrugging. 

                        Which, earns me a glare from Tennoji."Well what can you do? You a good shot? An explosive expert or what?" 

                        "I don't really deal with explosives much." I vaguely answer. I know I'm irritating them, but I don't really care, considering almost all of them were assholes not even five minutes after I met them. 

                       "Tch. Rude one aren't you?" The red head smirks.

                       "Tch, like you have any room to talk dipshit." I glare at him. 

                       "Chip on her shoulder definitely."Hanai adds, smirking. 

                       I whirl around facing him."Okay you know nothing about me you arrogant son of a bitch, so shut the fuck up!" I snarl. Who the hell do these people think they are?

                       "Enough! Go cool down in the bathroom Slaven." Kirisawa announces. 

                       "Fine. Fuck this." I add, as I leave the room. 

               (Eiki's POV) 

               We all watch Shayla leave the room. I turn to look at the guys. "That was really shitty you guys." I tell them.

                 "Well she was rude." Tennoji protest.

                 "Because you guys provoked her. I worked with her at the NYPD. She's actually one of the nicest in the unit."I tell them. I see the doubt on their faces though.

                 "Tch. You're kidding right? Must be a bunch of asshole at NYPD." Hanai scoffs. 

                  "She's a little rough around the edges. She's feisty, and can have a bad attitude, but once she warms up, shes one of the nicest people. She's usually nice unless you provoke her." I continue. 

                  "Loud...." Asano mumbles. I roll my eyes.

                  "Just give her some time. And yes, she looks young, and not like a detective, but she was one of the best in our unit. I admit she doesn't always play well with others, but give her a chance." I plead. 

                 "Tch. Doesn't play well with others? you can say that again." Hanai scoffs.

                 "Once she get's used to her unit, it's different. Once she warms up, she's one of the most loyal teammates you could ask for. I've seen her go back for a fellow officer in the middle of a shoot out with a gang. The normal procedure would be to wait for back up, but she went in anyway, not wanting to leave one of her own behind." I add, trying to convince them. 

                 "Well...." Tannoji starts, not knowing quite what to say to that. 

                 "Of course she was harsh now, you guys hit a nerve with the chip on the shoulder and something to prove with a past shit." I tell them, mainly looking at Hanai. 

                 "I didn't know." Hanai says quietly.

                 "Of course you didn't. She's had it rough from a young age, and worked hard to be where she is. It's not my place to tell you her past, but if it helps you understand I can tell you a part of it. She was abandoned as a kid. The people that raised her were horrible, she grew up in a harsh environment, one of the worst environments for a young girl. She fell in with the wrong people, but had no choice because of who raised her. Her new family attracted the police, and they brought her in too. They could see the broken woman she had become, and made her a deal. If she helped prosecute her new family, they would give her an out. They saw potential in her, and offered her a spot at the NYPD academy. So she took it, working hard to change, and prove she was more than where she came from." I tell them, trying not to reveal too much, but enough. I know the whole story, but it isn't my place to tell all of it.  

                     "Shit. Who raised her?" Hanai asks, actually looking slightly guilty. 

                     "I can't say. If she wants to share that with you guys, she can." I add. We hear the door open, and look back, Shayla enters the room once again, looking less pissed off. 

                      "Alright, maybe we got off on the wrong foot. I'm Shayla Slaven, previously NYPD Detective, newest transfer to the 2nd unit. I'm an alright detective, and was my last unit's sniper. Nice to meet you." She says calmly, as her eyes graze the room.