The persistent ticking of the analog clock created a continuous white noise to the background of the medical examiner's office. The room was chilled although not as cold as the rest of the floor that it was on. The entire floor cooled to a lower temperature than the rest of the building to allow for the post mortems to be performed and the bodies to be stored appropriately.

The room was decorated with masks from tribes that had once resided in a foreign land, the colors created a warm atmosphere despite the physical temperature of the room. The sofa to the side of the room gave it more of a relaxed atmosphere, which contrasted to the large desk that showed the more professional use of the room.

Outside the rain hammered down on the concrete pavements that led through the city jungle otherwise known as Boston. The sound drowned out many conversations in the building as it pounded upon the glass windows that allowed the workers to see the darkness of the sky above. The clouds were filling the sky with their various shades of grey and black, no streams of sunlight were able to squeeze through any gaps in the dark stormy sky. The sound however was much lower in the basement, with the lack of glass windows and the depth of concrete above and around them it gave the lab protection from the sound.

Behind the desk was a leather office chair, the black color had been polished and the shiny color reflected slightly the lighting that gently filled the room in the form of a red lamp that sat on the desk. The light gave a soft glow that softly brushed over the room in a way that made the room appear more relaxed and welcoming. An intricate cream pattern was painted on the base of the ceramic vase, the red fabric of the top was ruffled and the material made the light have even more warmth with the hint of red in the coloring of the light that emitted from it.

Black louboutin heels with a red underside had been dropped on the floor beside the desk, one lay on it's left side whilst the other sat beside it and upright although leaning ever so slightly on the size of the mahogany desk.

Soft female feet, clad in nude colored stockings were gently brushing the slightly fluffy feel of the carpet beneath her feet and her toes curled now and then to move against the carpet causing ever so slight friction. Her legs were crossed and angled to the right side of her desk. Her chair was pulled in which made her legs covered by the well made and strong wood of the desk. The dark material of her black Vivienne Westwood dress with white patterning on it, where the bottom hem touched her skin just above her knees had slightly ruffled up causing it to be half way up her thighs, revealing more skin than she had originally been showing. Not that it mattered because nobody could see beneath the wooden desk that her lower body was hidden beneath.

On her wrist was a custom made bracelet that was given to her for her 18th birthday by her adoptive mother and it was accompanied by an exquisite Rolex watch, around her neck was a simple diamond necklace that matched the small diamonds that were residing in her ear lobes - the necklace and earrings had been purchased for her by the Italian Detective she worked with at the Boston Police Department in Massachusetts.

Her naturally well structured facial bones and the light brush of beauty products highlighted the beauty that the woman possessed. Many would argue however that the well known medical examiner who was outstanding in her field, did not in fact need the help of any beauty products. The woman however believed she did, it didn't help with beauty but instead with confidence when facing the world.

She was unsure of many social situations and protocol as to those situations. She had faced a lot of bullying as a child and teenager, then comments were made behind her back even as an adult. You would think that by the time people became adults they would be more mature however that was not the case. The medical examiner pretended that it didn't bother her when she wasn't invited out with colleagues, other than Jane of course who gladly invited her with them whenever she could. It did bother her though. She pretended that it didn't bother her when people insinuated that she was creepy because of her job and slight social awkwardness. It did bother her. A lot.

Her honey blonde dyed hair cascaded down the sides of her face and hid her face from the view of anyone who walked past the office and looked through the blinds that partially covered the glass windows that surrounded the room. The highlights in her hair gave more emphasis to the curling of the ends of her hair and fit beautifully with her skin complexion and the color of her eyes.

Her eyes were concealed by the soft palms of her hands, her elbows were propped on top of the desk and upright. Her fingers were pushed together and against her face. Her body shook gently with the force of her tears. Her palms were wet and the salty tears ran down her arms that were revealed by the sleeveless dress that she wore. The sound of her sobs filled the room and the ragged breaths that emitted from the woman.

She had calmed after a while and the only sound she was now emitting was that of slightly off breathing from crying and slight sniffles as she wiped away some of the tears that were still residing on her cheeks. The perimeter of her eyes were slightly raised and were a rather unnatural and bright shade of pink.

Then she heard the sound of heels hitting the floor outside of the office. She knew that sound. She recognised the pattern of the other person's steps. The door then opened before it was closed behind her and the footsteps came closer to her. She knew that she had been caught crying. On her birthday.