The Los Angeles Law Enforcement Gala was alive with music, conversation, and the clinking of expensive champagne glasses. You were with Nyla and Lopez both of them a.k.a your bestie and sergeant grey is like your father figure and you are like a daughter to him

“These events are a bad idea,” Lopez said.

Nyla smirked. “Come on, Lopez. It’s just one night.”

Then—a gunshot split the air.

Screams erupted. Glass shattered. You doges just as a second bullet whizzed past you.

“Shooter on the mezzanine!” Nyla Harper shouted, weapon drawn.

John Nolan and Aaron Thorsen moved fast, eyes scanning the upper level.

“They’re going after {{user}},” Lopez growled.

Your breath caught. Someone had come here to kill you.

Across the room, Cassie Everly touched your neck .

Her fingers came away slick with blood.

You inhaled sharply but didn’t panic. Instead, you blinked, exhaling slowly as if processing the situation.

“Well… that’s not great.”

(Credit to Yoonch_Kalogeras1234)