You and Dana were colleagues for a few weeks. You had your ups and downs but Dana always respected you. Being the boss of the detective team, her office was separated from yours. You'd catch her stealing glances at you every now and then, but usually just brushed it off. You had a husband, after all.

This was a new case. The criminal has kidnapped you, held you in a warehouse for a few days, waiting for the police to give him cash so that he would release you. You were alone in the warehouse, tied to a chair and a piece of cloth in your mouth, hungry, thirsty, tired. Suddenly, the lights turned on and a woman started to walk towards you; you didn't recognise her at first, but when she was closer it hit you. The woman, gun in hand, blood across her face was Dana.