Jason saw that Roberto was at the front of the apartment complex. He smiled wide, parking in his usual spot, climbing out, and giving him a handshake. "Roberto! Glad to see you made it!" He said, bring the handshake in for a brotherly hug. It has been a while since they have seen each other face to face. He helped him in a case, one that they won. "Welcome to Miami!" He noticed that Roberto didn't have much. He knew he didn't have much... He turned to see Holden walking by them, another one of Jason's close friends. He and Nick were his college roommates in college. Holden was a member of the famous Bishop family, and by the expression he had on his face as he passed by, he was on the phone with one of his parents... He wished his parents gave him some respect. He's done a lot for himself, and Jason respected him greatly for doing stuff without his family's help.

"That's Holden." He told Roberto. "One of our roommates. We went to college together... Come on, let me show ya the place!" He said with a smile, walking into the complex, going to the elevator, and then pressing the button to the top floor. It revealed a short hallway with one door at the end. "Mister Hakimi, i present to you: your home." He unlocked the wooden doors to reveal a very spacious and stylish living room. 

The apartment had a wooden floor at the bottom level. A large leather couch was in the center of the room with a coffee table, a stone fireplace, and hanging in front was a large flat screen TV. On either side of the TV were walls made of windows, revealing a balcony with a hot tub on the side. The balcony showed the skyline of Miami, and the beach. To the left of the couch was a pool table, and a mini bar. A place where people can unwind for the day. On the right was a steel staircase leading to an upper level above them leading to everyone's rooms. Each room was theirs to redecorate any way they chose. Under the staircase was the kitchen, full with all your kitchen needs. An island for eating breakfast on, a large fridge, a microwave, oven, stove.

"This is it!" Jason said, taking off his suit jacket, and rolling up the shirt sleeves. "I placed your key in your room. Which will be up the stairs, second door." Jason said to him, giving him a pat on the back. He saw Holden laying on the couch, and Lucas drinking at the island. "Holden, Luke, this here is Roberto. A good friend of mine. Helped him in a case a while ago. I told you guys the story." He said. "Roberto, you've seen Holden Bishop..." He pointed to the pair of legs sticking off the couch. "And that's Lucas Alder. We've been friends since elementary school.... And we have one more person... "Hey Anna! We got a fresh one! come say hi!" He yelled into the apartment. "Anna is quieter... make a good impression. You should be fine." He said half jokingly.

Jason jumped over the couch, landing next to Holden. "Hey big guy...Another parent call?" He asked, not needing an answer. He and Holden had something in common: They both had terrible parents. His mother is a sweetheart though. She never did Jason wrong, but she always sided with his father, who he didn't like whatsoever. One thing they didn't have in common: Holden stayed in touch with his family. Holden rarely talked about his family to anyone. But Jason understood the whole bad parent thing. "How about you wait until later to take out my good stuff though." He said with a smile. "And i still gotta kick your ass in a game of pool later today, and i want you sober so you can remember who the reigning champion is!" Jason said with a laugh.