The Marshall's office was still empty. And Tim loved it like this ; no phones ringing or people dropping papers on his desk. No Raylan doing something with the result Tim having to do something from Art to protect Raylan's ass. Just silent and empty. Him and his cup of black, steaming coffee. It was the start of the day…Like any other day.

He was always awake before dawn. Even after his morning run, Tim's still at the office before six thirty am. The scent of his coffee fills his nose, making him smirk while sitting down at his desk and grabbing some of the files he still needed to go through. Scratching the back of his neck, he lets out a curse seeing the pile and has to hold back not to throw them back on Raylan's desk.

His co-Marshal having the habit to annoy Tim beyond words when he got himself into trouble just by being dumb. Tim still liked Raylan though…He just hated babysitting him. He was a sniper, not a sitter. If Art ever told him to shoot Raylan, not to kill of course but to just temporarily make sure he's out for a while, Tim wouldn't doubt a second.

It'd mean peace would rule the office…just like it was before Raylan Givens came to town.

After a sip of the coffee, Tim scrunches up his nose tasting it. Too much water, too little coffee but it'll have to do. The lingering headache he got up with this morning started to pop up again and he knows he'll need caffeine to get through the day. Maybe he shouldn't have drank so much last night.

A smirk appears around his lips. Funny, he thought the same this morning when waking up on his sofa…again. 'I shouldn't drink so much.' But he always did after work hours. It was the only way to make him fall into a dreamless slumber. And dreamless was good. It were the nights that he dreamt, that haunted him. Just like the memories from Afghanistan.

He shakes his head, releasing the thoughts from the time he was a sniper, and grabs the first file. He groans seeing the name of Boyd Crowder appear and closes it again. Quickly grabbing another, Tim decides to keep Boyd Crowder's file for later. Or at least, when he woke up more.

The only sound reaching his ear was that of his computer updating and that of the air-conditioning rumbling behind him. And God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit and whoever's supposed to be up there, these were the time Tim Gutterson loved being at the office. At least, until nine a.m….because that's when the other's started arriving.

He didn't pay any attention to any of them who entered, sometimes mumbling a good morning when someone said it to him, but Tim never looked up. Not even once.

"Are you reading the files I gave ya?"

His gaze flickering to the rim of the papers he's holding towards Raylan, whose leaning against his desk and staring at him. Tim tapped the desk and put the paper down. "No, you know me Raylan," he smirks, "I'm just starting at them papers hoping they'll disappear. It's what I do every morning."

He notices the other rolling his eyes before grabbing the file from Tim's desk. "I'll take Boyd Crowder and Ava Crowder."

"Fine," Tim murmured, turning his attention back to the file in his hand about a thief missing a hand. It was quite the read and Tim wondered if the man who did it was either drunk or completely stoned of his knickers to rob a bank with a water pistol…And getting away with it too.

"Didn't sleep well? You sound … crabby."

"Crabby? Raylan, I was enjoying my coffee and a good read," was all Tim said, dropping the subject but hearing the soft footsteps of Rachel passing by.

Frowning, both Tim and Raylan look up at her before Rachel sits at her desk. She looked different today, more make up and her hair was lose. A smile on her lips and Raylan rolled his chair until he's sitting next to Tim.

"What's going on?"

"I don't know, Raylan," but Tim stared at his partner with a smirk. "She actually looks happy."

"Stop staring," Rachel glances over her shoulder to the both of them. "I've got a family dinner after work. And no time to go home first so… Don't even go speculating what the hell I'm doing here with make-up on and heels okay."

Both men raise their hands and go back to their business, but not without sharing a grin first.

The morning passed without too much fuss, making Tim and Raylan leave the office for a slow lunch and come back again after two hours. And when they both enter the office, the whole vibe has changed. Tim holds his pace, hearing the sound of the TV coming from his left side.

Quickly turning and seeing everyone standing silent before the screen, he leans against one of the desks next to him. Crossing him arms before his chest and locking eyes with Rachel whose walking towards him.

"What's going on?"

"Someone shot the President."

"What? That's a joke right?"

"Na-ah," she points at the screen and Tim goes silent.

The images speak for themselves…the President was supposed to be giving a speech in Washington while meeting with the Ukraine President. But a shot had been fired and someone was dead. Tim didn't realize he was holding his breath while looking at the images and when the newslady suddenly says it wasn't the President of the US who had been shot but the Ukraine President, some of the Marshalls take a deep breath of relief.

But Tim knows better so he only takes a small breath and waits for further news to come. It doesn't surprise him the Ukraine President is declared dead, it was easy to guess because you could see the blood marks on the car. Even on the TV, it was evident that whoever shot the man, was a talented shooter. Especially with that wind, seeing the flags next to the water where the limo had stopped, move wildly.

He couldn't help himself, Tim was calculating the windspeed and how much a bullet would stray because of it. Seeing they were still hunting the shooter….he must've been a damn great sniper. A sniper because it must've been a far away shot. Knowing they'd have security ten blocks away and even closed of the metro system.

Tim doesn't notice Raylan next to him at first until the other man bumps him in the side. "What a story huh?"

"Yeah," is all Tim replies, glaring up at Raylan and shrugging his shoulders. "I've got work to do. Tell me if they catch him."

"Apparently it's a her," Raylan's voice makes Tim stop walking towards his desk and glance over his shoulder to him.

"What?"

"It's a her. They caught her."

Raylan is pointing at the screen and Tim turns to it. And his stomach turns slightly while he feels the hairs in his neck rise. They showed a picture of a young woman who'd supposed to shoot the US President but didn't hit her mark. Killing the Ukraine one instead.

It were they eyes that hit him, like he was stabbed in his stomach and wasn't able to take a deep breath. The green eyes that stared at Tim from the screen were so damn familiar that he didn't even dare to look at her name underneath that picture.

"Bobbie Lee Swagger is officially arrested for the attempted murder on the President of the US and the murder of the Ukraine President…."

The name rings in his ears and Tim closes his eyes for a second, trying to catch his breath. The dark hair and smile from the woman on the picture is something he remembers as if it was yesterday. If he tried real hard right now…he was sure he'd be able to smell her sweet perfume.

"She didn't do it," he suddenly said, making Raylan look at him.

"What?"

"She didn't do it?"

"The hell, Gutterson. She killed the Ukraine President."

"Yeah, but the target was our President."

"So she missed."

"Nu-uh," Tim looked at that beautiful face on the television again, "Bobbie Lee Swagger doesn't miss. She's the damnest finest sniper I know."