"How do I look?" Bayley Martinez asked Sasha Banks, her long term girlfriend. They were in the living area of their apartment, on the morning of Bayley's first day working with Stamford City Police Department's Intelligence Division. The new job meant that Bayley, while still technically a regular police officer, was not required to wear her uniform. She needed to fit in with everyone else who worked in Intelligence, who were detectives, apart from Lucy Thorne, the boss, who was something of a mystery other than the fact that she had been drafted in from the United Kingdom's MI6.

"You look stunning," Sasha said, looking Bayley up and down as she gave a twirl, showing off her black jeans and a light purple top that was classy without being over the top, and revealing without being slutty.

Bayley had chosen her outfit based on what she had seen Ms Thorne wearing, since that was all the guidance she had to go on with regard to Intelligence Division's dress code. "Thanks," she smiled. "I spent some time on the choice of top."

"Looks like you spent some time on the choice of jeans too. You have the most amazing booty, Bay." Sasha pulled Bayley close and grabbed her butt, giving it a squeeze.

"Mmm, if only I could stay and have some fun," Bayley purred, quickly getting turned on. Unfortunately, the last thing she wanted to do was show up late on her first day. She had the impression that commander Thorne wasn't someone to make angry, least of all as a new starter.

"We'll save the fun for tonight," Sasha promised. "Good luck, honey. Have a great day."

Bayley kissed her lover on the lips. "You too, babe. I'll text you if I get a chance. Love you."

"I love you too."

With that, Bayley headed for the door. It was time to start getting her head in the game.

Arriving at the police station, Bayley found the newly-promoted sergeant Ronda Rousey working the front desk. In the month that Bayley had been away for training, captain Dean Ambrose had left Stamford, allowing sergeant Roman Reigns to be promoted to captain, and Rousey to get the job as sergeant. Under the Reigns era, he had never been found at the front desk, preferring to work out of his office. Rousey apparently intended to do things differently.

"Martinez," Rousey said in greeting. "I need to get your fingerprints onto the Intelligence Division system, so that you can get through their security door."

That was about as close to congratulations as Bayley was going to get, she knew. If Rousey felt any pride in someone she had training getting a big assignment after less than two years, she didn't show it.

"Congrats on your promotion, Sergeant," Bayley said cheerfully, walking up to the desk, hoping that Rousey might at least crack a smile for once. She was disappointed.

"Yeah, yeah. Come around behind the desk, please," Rousey said.

Bayley did as she was told. Aware that her former training officer was not the best with computers, she prepared herself for some amusement when she rounded the desk and saw Rousey moving a digital scanner into position onto the shelf below the front desk. Again, she was disappointed. Rousey pulled up the program that she needed without any issues.

"Right or left hand, all four fingers," the sergeant instructed.

Bayley chose to go with her right hand. She placed her four fingers on the scanner and watched the progress on Rousey's computer screen as the software added them to the system.

"Okay, you should be good to go," Rousey said when the process was complete. "Go and see if you can get through the door. If not, come back and we'll try again."

"Will do. Thanks, ma'am," Bayley said cheerfully, mindful of the fact that Rousey now outranked her.

"Martinez?" Rousey said as Bayley walked back around the desk.

Bayley stopped and looked at her. "Yes?"

"Don't let me down." It was delivered as an order, but with some fondness that meant a lot to Bayley.

"I won't," Bayley promised. The little exchange sent her on her way with a smile on her face.

It was only a short walk to the steel security door that separated Intelligence Division from the rest of the station. Thanks to the fingerprint scanner beside it, only the chosen few could gain access.

"Let's see if it works," Bayley said to herself as she placed her right hand on the scanner. After a couple of seconds she was rewarded with a loud click from the door's lock. She had been granted admission.

Bayley pushed the door open, and allowed it to swing closed behind her with a satisfying thump. She took a deep breath, feeling a wave of nerves at the prospect of meeting her new colleagues. She had worked one assignment with the division in the past, but had only spoken to commander Thorne.

After a short distance, the hallway widened into an open plan office space that contained four desks, each with a computer workstation and a leather office chair. Unlike some departments at Stamford, the furnishings and equipment here were state of the art. It showed that Intelligence Division had quite a substantial budget.

Three of the desks were occupied, whereas the fourth, on the left hand side closest to the entrance, was notably empty of paperwork. That was going to be her desk, she deduced. The fact that she was going to have her own desk made her proud.

"Hi, you must be Bayley," a man with long dark hair and a beard said, getting up from the desk next to hers to greet her. She supposed she might have found him quite handsome if she was into guys.

"Yes, I'm Bayley. Nice to meet you," she said, approaching him and offering a handshake.

"Adam Cole," he said, giving her a firm handshake. He then introduced the other two people in the room. "Seth Rollins. Charlotte Flair."

Bayley walked over to shake hands and eye her new colleagues up for a first impression. Flair looked like a legit badass. Rollins looked smooth and intelligent. She imagined he was a brains not brawn operator, much like herself..

"I've heard good things about you," Rollins said when they shook hands.

"Looking forward to working with you," Flair added.

"Likewise," Bayley smiled.

"I see you've met everyone, Martinez." The comment came in a prim and proper English accent. Bayley loved it, not that she was going to tell her new boss that.

"Yes, ma'am," she said, turning to see commander Thorne leaning against the frame of her office's doorway down at the far end of the room. She had her hair in a ponytail today, and was wearing a black leather jacket with a dark blue top underneath it. Jeans seemed to be the go to for everyone in the division.

"That's good," Thorne said. She pointed to the empty desk. "I'm sure it didn't push your powers of deduction too far to figure out that's your desk. Flair will show you how to use our computer system and get you familiar with our paperwork, but first I'll give you a tour around the rest of the department."

"Sounds good," Bayley said, walking over to the boss.

The first stop on the tour was the office next to Thorne's, on it's right hand side. Bayley had seen before that it was a room set up for a computer expert. As she walked in there behind the commander, she saw a young African American woman with short wavy brown hair working at a computer that had three screens connected to it. She was wearing a baseball cap, which seemed a little odd for working in an office, but Bayley was in no position to criticise. The woman looked up from the screen which had been holding her rapt attention.

"Bayley Martinez, this is Clementine Everett. She's our technology expert."

"Nice to meet you," Clementine smiled. Looking a bit socially awkward, she didn't offer a handshake.

"Good to meet you," Bayley said, giving one of her friendliest smiles.

"Clem can hack a phone faster than I can make a cup of tea," Thorne said.

"You never make the tea," Cole said from over at his desk, having heard the comment.

"Of course I don't, I'm the boss," Thorne replied.

Bayley chuckled, glad that banter wasn't off limits in her new working environment.

"Speaking of making tea, or coffee, or even snacks, there's a canteen through here," Thorne said.

To the right of Clementine's office was an open doorway, the door having actually been removed. Inside was the canteen, Bayley saw as she walked in. There was a coffee machine, a refrigerator, a microwave, a few cupboards, and a circular table with four chairs where meals could be eaten if necessary. So far, Intelligence Division looked like being a nice place to work.

"The bathrooms, as you would call them, are through there," Thorne said, pointing at a door on the other side of the canteen. "Now, follow me. Time for you to see what only people who work for me get to see."

Bayley realised she was about to go through the security to the left of Thorne's office. She had already spotted that it was secured another fingerprint scanner.

"You're about to go into The Batcave," Rollins said, watching them walk over to the door.

"Please tell me you don't actually call it the bat cave?" Bayley asked Thorne, testing the waters with a bit of humour of her own.

"No, only Rollins does that, because he's a colossal pain in the arse."

Bayley laughed as Thorne unlocked the door and led the way through.

"This place wouldn't be the same without me," Rollins called after them.

Smiling, Bayley took in her new surroundings. To her surprise, she was heading down a flight of concrete steps to a basement level that she hadn't known existed under Intelligence Division. She now understood the reason for the Batcave comment.

"Have look around," Thorne said, staying at the bottom of the steps. There was some pride in her voice. Clearly Intelligence wasn't merely a job for her. Bayley respected that.

In front of her, Bayley saw three black SUVs with blacked out windows. If they were not brand new, they certainly looked it. They were parked facing a steel roller shutter door that was currently closed. It confused Bayley, as she wasn't aware of a vehicle exit on this side of the station. "Where does that lead to?" she asked.

"There's a tunnel on the other side. It comes out a couple of blocks from here. There's another security door at that end."

"Nice," Bayley said. Over on the right side of the basement, she saw what was best described as an armoury. There were bullet proof vests, helmets, riot shields, automatic rifles, shotguns, and even a sniper rifle. It all looked like top of the range kit, too.

"These are some nice guns," Bayley said, walking over for a closer look.

"Yeah, they are. And you're trained to use a rifle now," Thorne said.

"I am," Bayley nodded. One of the courses she had been on over the past month had been intensive assault rifle training. "I also passed hostage negotiation, and hazardous materials training."

"I know, and you passed them comfortably," Thorne said.

The last thing for Bayley to look at was a block of three prison cells. Constructed from chain link fence, they were closer to cages than cells. She found it interesting that Intelligence Division were apprently allowed to hold their own prisoners. There didn't seem to be much in the way of conventional rules that applied to commander Thorne's unit. Bayley had been told she would need to adapt to a new way of doing things under Thorne. She was starting to see evidence of it.

"Okay, now you've had a look around, let's get you back up to sit with Flair. It shouldn't take her all that long to get you familiar with how we work around here," Thorne said.

"Can't wait to get started," Bayley said eagerly, following her new boss back upstairs.

The next few hours were uneventful, and fairly uninteresting for Bayley. Even Intelligence Division wasn't exempt from paperwork - the most boring and repetitive aspect of all police work. Detective Flair was at least quite good at guiding her through it all, and getting her used to the computer software that she would need to use.

A telephone call came in, ringing the phones on all four desks. Adam Cole chose to answer it.

"Intelligence, detective Cole," Bayley heard him say. She listened to the rest of his half of the conversation.

"Hello, sergeant Rousey. You have something for us?"

"Okay, I'll tell the boss. We'll be there as soon as we can."

Cole replaced the phone and stood up, clapping his hands together in something close to excitement. "Right, Martinez, it looks like it's time for your first Intelligence case."

A/N: Thank you for checking out the first chapter of the third short story in this series. The first two can be found in the list at the top of my profile page.

Next time, Bayley starts her first investigation as a part of Intelligence Division. What do you think of the team she's working with?