The Emergency Room at night is eerily peaceful. Usually you only get a few cases of stomach bugs that don't really need to be here, some drunkards needing an IV and a place to sleep off their binge, and the occasional panicked couple with a baby on the way to be admitted to maternity. That's not the case tonight. An apartment complex went up in flames and there has been wave after wave of ambulances bringing in the victims of the fire.

You're sweating under your scrubs as you triage patient after patient, the smell of smoke lingering on their clothes, disrupting the sterile scent the ER usually has. You sense his presence before you see him. Kyle usually always hangs around awkwardly when he's dispatched here, but it's been a while since you've seen him.

"Detective Garrick," you greet him, turning around as you pull off your latex gloves and flimsy mask. You're taken aback at how serious he looks, no longer an officer looking out of place.

"It's Sergeant now, actually," he says, offering you a smile and gesturing for you to step aside to speak with him. You look to Dr. Price for permission to leave the chaos, and he waves you off with a quick nod to Kyle. You follow the officer to a supply closet and wait for him to explain. He clears his throat, leaning closer to you, "We don't think this was a normal fire."

"Arson?" You ask, and he nods. You cross your arms, "Okay? That doesn't affect how I treat my patients."

"I know, I'm going to have to question some of your patients for the investigation. Just keep an eye out for me," he asks, holding your gaze until the trauma bay doors swing open with the next wave of victims.