INT. - 9th PRECINCT BULLPEN - MORNING
Gerri blew on the top of her coffee mug, rippling the cream-laden sugary goodness to cool it slightly before gulping a giant mouthful that burned the roof of her mouth anyway. She ignored the pain, focused on the files in front of her as the early-morning sun filtered in through the bullpen windows.
She'd been pulling a number of all-nighters lately. Her case load seemed to demand it. And though she often felt like she could go days without sleep, she found she was tired this morning.
The detective set her mug aside and stretched out her long legs under her desk, a huge yawn escaping as she shook out her shoulders and the tension prickling needles through her muscles. Jackson sat across from her, head down, scribbling notes she was certain wouldn't make it into the final report. Because she was a bitch like that.