You were sitting on the jet after a long case, sitting sideways at the table seat with your legs over the side of it. Luke was wrapping up your leg, Tara collecting the napkins of blood from the aftermath of getting you cleaned up. Luke finished wrapping up the bandage and looked up at you with a small smile.

“Careful next time.” he said softly.

you nod “Thanks guys..”

Spencer, who was sitting across from you, on the other side of the table, chimed in. His voice low and harsh.

“It wouldn’t have happened if you knew how to actually do your job correctly.”