You didn't know how you even got in this situation. One minute you were chasing down a criminal who had just robbed a bank, trailing behind her as she booked it down an alley, the next you were pinned up against a cold brick wall, the barrel of a gun pressed up tightly against your forehead. She locked eyes with you, panting and out of breath from running as she let her finger rest on the trigger. gripping it with shaky fingers, a annoyed expression on her face. "I fucking hate cops."