At the sound of a knock on her door, Emily’s head lifted from the case file on her kitchen table. with her gun now tucked in the back of her pants, she looked through her peephole. she let out a sigh of relief when she saw it was only her co-worker, and best friend. she pulled the door open, seeing the girl stood there, rain soaked clothes and a miserable expression on her face “what on earth are you doing? you’re gonna catch your death” she quickly pulled the girl inside