INT. - 9th PRECINCT - MORNING

Kinsey hustled through the elevator doors, hands full of cardboard trays loaded with full coffee cups. A cheer greeted her arrival, the bullpen's occupants rushing her in their need for a high-quality caffeine fix. It was her third time visiting since the captain gave her the go-ahead to work with Gerri again, and she was making damned sure she had every cop, tech and admin who worked at the 9th on her side at all times.

All but Jackson ...