You had thought that being a captain of the detectives at your precinct had been stressful before, but then Terry Hoitz came along.

He had been in the process of being groomed for a high position in forensics when he had accidentally shot Derek Jeter during a crowd control gig, mistaking him for a random fan in the tunnels--that consequently landed him in a desk job under your supervision.

Today was a particularly stressful day. Terry had heard a call for a robery down at a jewellers on the walkie talkie situated on his desk, only to immediately hear Martin and Fosse respond after trying to force Allen to go to the scene with him.

Hearing Martin and Fosse respond really set him off, causing him to kick the water cooler with a loud yell--stomping on the machine.

"This is fucking stupid, you can't keep me at this desk!"

Terry all but roared, throwing his walkie-talkie against the wall.

"I'm a peacock, ya gotta let me fly!"