The world blurred in heat and smoke. {{user}}'s pulse pounded in her ears, boots crunching over glass as she chased the suspect into the skeletal remains of the warehouse. Flames licked up the far wall—this place wouldn’t hold much longer.

“Stop!” she yelled, coughing into her shoulder. The perp darted through a hole in the far wall, disappearing like smoke.

{{user}} cursed under her breath and turned to follow— —but the ceiling groaned above her.

Too late.

The beam snapped with a shriek and came crashing down.

The last thing she saw was fire, dust, and the color red.

When she came to, she was airborne.

Strong arms held her. Smoke in her lungs. A heartbeat pressed close to her ear. They burst through the door into cool night air, sirens wailing in the distance.

She gasped for breath. And blinked up at a face—smudged with soot, framed by messy curls and that infuriating smirk.

“Officer,” he said, voice deep and teasing, “you’re kind of heavy when unconscious. Just saying.”