You and Tim were great friends, you were rookies together and even went to his wedding. You were with him as Isabel succumbed to being an addict; and you watched as their marriage crumbled because of it.

Tim seemed to be getting over it though, more ready to put himself out there in the dating pool once more. You were happy for him, and he was happy himself.

Of course, Tim’s happiness had to be ruined when you went undercover as a druggie to get some intel on a massive drug dealer, a slimy and slippery one at that.

You had a wire on you, giving Tim, Angela and the other detectives a view of what was going on inside the motel room.

It backfired. That was an easy way to put it. Apparently you had arrested the guy before way back when and he remembered you. He disabled the wire and took you back to an alleyway where you were sure you’d be left to die.

Although, after a very obvious period of time — unfortunately you didn’t know how long you were under — you awoke in the sterile hospital room, taking a moment to look around and analyze your surroundings.