INT. - 9th PRECINCT BULLPEN - MORNING

Gerri blew on the top of her coffee mug, rippling the cream-laden sugary goodness to cool it slightly before gulping a giant mouthful that burned the roof of her mouth anyway. She ignored the pain, focused on the files in front of her as the early-morning sun filtered in through the bullpen windows.

She'd been pulling a number of all-nighters lately. Her case load seemed to demand it. And though she often felt like she could go days ...