Diana Collins sighed softly as she stared at the two suitcases sitting on her bed. She always traveled light; she didn't own much of anything in the first place. Her clothes fit in the larger one with room to spare, and in the other was some pictures, a couple novels, and many tattered notebooks. For some reason she could never bring herself to put her journals in storage, and just bring the one she was currently writing in, she had to have them all. Shutting the lids and clicking their locks in place she hefted both bags off of the bed and padded quietly outside, locking the door to her apartment and heading down to her car. The sound of the tumblers sliding into place broke her heart a little, she'd grown up in this city, and now she may not see it again in a long time. Turning her face away she trotted to the car, popped the trunk and threw her bags inside. Good Bye Houston, on to LA.

Despite the fact that she was thrilled to have gotten the promotion, she was still sad to leave Texas behind. She'd fallen in and out of love here, made best friends and worst enemies, and gotten her first job. Yet the city didn't leave just fond memories in her heart as she left it behind, the greatest horror of her life took place here just six years ago. Her parents had been in a terrible car accident and her father died instantly. Her mother survived, but was left paralyzed from the waist down and terribly disfigured. The drunk only suffered a broken arm, and although he was just sitting in jail, Diana never felt that justice had truly been served. A week or so after the accident she had changed her major from education to criminal justice, and she'd been a "bail bondsman" ever since.

For years she'd worked on low profile cases, mostly people who skipped their court dates. But after long hard work and dedication, she'd been promoted to higher profile cases, and it was one of these cases that was having her butt shipped half way across the country. She didn't have any solid information yet, just that she was going to be partnered with someone that she'd meet at her destination. Although thrilled she was nervous, so she kicked pressed down the gas in her little Dodge Neon and sped further and further down the highway, toward her new life.

Several hours passed, and Diana only stopped long enough to get gas and use the bathroom. Finally, she'd reached the state line of New Mexico and Arizona, she was a little over half way there. Pulling out her cellphone she called her younger sister Emily to check on her mother. Five rings and a worried voice mail later Diana hung up and tossed her phone in the passenger seat, sighing heavily. Thirteen hours down, and 8 to go. Even though she knew she should stop and rest, she just wanted to get to where ever in the hell she was going. Why did she insist on driving? The agency had wanted to send her on a plane, but she'd insisted on taking her car. For some reason she couldn't bare to leave the hunk of junk at home. Okay, maybe it wasn't that bad...

It was early the next morning when she'd finally arrived at the address her boss had given her. The lights in the apartment was dark, so she wasn't sure if her partner had arrived or if they were asleep. Groaning and stretching as she got out of the car Diana popped the trunk and got her bags, closing both the door and her trunk quietly. They were on the outskirts of the city, and the neighborhood was still sleeping. Creeping up the steps and unlocking the door she slipped into the apartment and laid down on the couch, too exhausted to explore just yet. She set an alarm on her phone for an hour, then she'd get up and put her things away. But for now she just wanted to rest.