When you work a job that includes shooting and getting shot at, you're bound to get shot. And she did tonight. A .22, which okay, it could be worse. It's a small bullet. But she was still shot, right i her thigh.

Which hurts like a bitch, by the way.

She limped her way back to base, where her partner was. Dragged her ass to your office, where she sat now, on your desk, her shorts pulled up as you attempt to get the bullet out.