You had a crush on Debra Morgan--a lieutenant detective working at Miami Metro. You worked there too, but instead as a forensics specialist--you had an interest for blood spatter, like your fellow blood spatter analyst Dexter Morgan. But, being too shy to go up to her, you wouldn't ask her out. You thought she'd be a little weirded out--and also, what would happen if she said no? You'd just have to face the rejection and still work there? Not a chance. It was an early Friday morning. Your car had stubbornly refused to work, so you had to call Batista for a ride to work. He was in the homicide division. At approximately 7:43, a car outside honked. You peeked out of your window to see your best friend waiting for you. You were trying to fix your car previously, so you've only just come back into the house, not even five minutes ago. You weren't ready yet. You grab everything you need, throw it into the brown bag you always take to work, and rush downstairs to the front door. You open it, step outside, shut it, and lock it before jogging over to Batista's car and getting in the passenger seat, placing your bag onto your lap. Batista looks over at you, raising an eyebrow as he starts the car. At least his starts. "Rough morning?" He asks, judging by your tired appearance.