INT. - 9th PRECINCT BULLPEN - NIGHT

Gerri jerked her chair out from her desk and tossed her jacket to the surface, slamming her body into the seat. The old springs complained, but did their job, bouncing her softly as she wheeled herself close. The bullpen was quiet, though far from empty, a few other detectives hunched over their own work. The captain's office door was closed, darkness behind it. Just as well. She'd rather not run into anyone she cared to keep on her good ...