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A body lies at my feet, covered in blood. Bullet holes in the chest, abdomen and shoulder. I do not need to be closer to tell that this victim was strangled before he was shot repeatedly. Early mornings like these make me question why I chose this career, but I would not trade it for anything in the world. Sirens sound from behind me and I can hear the chaos start to unfurl as civillians swarm the crime scene, reporters hot on our trail. I turn to Ian. "What do you see?" I ask, pulling my hand out of the pocket of my jacket. He shakes his head with a grimace. "Blood, Andi. I see a lot of blood,""I meant about the crime," Clearing his throat, he amends his answer. "Strangulation, bondage around the wrists, and a whole lot of gunshots,"I nod. "Whoever did this was pretty pissed off,""I'd say way more than pissed off, but yeah,""Detective Smirnov," someone calls. I turn to see one of the CSI techs waving me over. "Could you take a look at this, please?"Stepping away from the bod

From my desk, I watch her walk back into the squad room and set a cardboard box on top of the empty desk. She starts piling things out of the box (a plaque with her name on it, a framed photo, an external hard drive, three journals, a blue wireless keyboard and a blue-and-white key lanyard. She has had that lanyard since the Academy. When the box is empty, she tosses it under the desk and takes a seat, pressing the power button on the monitor. Yes, I realize I am staring and she might punch me if she caught me, but I cannot help it. My eyes seem to wander to her every time I try to focus on the report I am supposed to be writing. When she sinks in her seat and takes out her phone, I drag my eyes off her and focus on the screen in front of me. The rest of the unit (Ian, Leonard and James) are crowded around Leonard's desk. They are talking, not so quietly, about how much they do not want to work with Jocelynn Sanchez. I do not understand their reluctance to work with the sharpest de

For the second time today, we are in the captain's office. It feels like we have been called into the principal's office to be reprimanded for fighting. Captain Baker wears a scowl of disapproval and disappointment as he looks at James. When his eyes rest on the woman sitting beside me, his eyes soften and fill with concern. "What was that?" he asks, swinging his angry gaze back on James. "She punched me," he says, his words slightly muffled by the ice pack pressed to his face. Baker looks back to Sanchez. "Jocelynn?"Wait. He addresses her by her first name? That is strange. "He wanted to know if I punch like a girl," she says, shaking her head. "Did you need to demonstrate?""Yes,"From the look they exchange, it is clear that the two of them are familiars. They know each other outside of this building. What kind of relationship they could have is beyond me, though. He slants his head at her, and she rolls her eyes, both of them pissed off and defeated. "I remember saying some