I was one of those mornings when getting out of bed was exceedingly difficult. Rain poured down the window of Don's apartment and there was a distant clap of thunder in the distance. It was also hard because Don was curled up in bed with Liz; her naked body nestled against him. The alarm went off like every other morning, Don normally loved going to work but today he had the urge to play hooky. He moaned and rolled over and switched the incessant ringing off. Liz was already out of bed getting dressed; she never missed work it was one of the reasons she and Don got along so well. After Don didn't join her in getting ready Liz Warner turned around and lay down on the bed placing her head on Don's chest. "Are you coming?" she asked raising an eyebrow. "Or are you still tired from last night?"
"I think we should stay home today," Don said caressing Liz's tan skin, "Call in sick?"
"We work in the FBI I think they'll figure it out Don," Liz said getting out of bed getting her gun and badge off the bedside table. "Alright, get up. I feel like today is the day we have a breakthrough in the arms case." Don rolled his eyes as Liz dragged him out of bed. She knew how much Don hated rainy days and how, if he let them, they would send him into a whole day of depression. Liz decided that today was not going to be one of those days.
They headed to work in separate cars like always so as not to arouse any suspicions. Don always arrived first, Liz usually stopped along the way to get a cup of coffee and a muffin She came into the office looking like always while everyone else was sopping wet. No one looked more dishevelled than Charlie who rushed into the office carrying many large rolls of paper. "I have it!" he exclaimed in the EUREKA! type moment. Before anyone could even ask what it was that Charlie had he started into the explanation. "By cross reverencing the movement of guns through the city I was able to extrapolated the three areas that had the highest probability to be points of entry for the weapons. If I had to pick one it would be this point on the coast, there is an abandon harbour."
"Okay, great job Charlie. David call SWAT and have them meet us there, everyone else suit up."
It was still coming down hard when Don and his team rolled into the parking lot. It looked totally vacant except for a single light on in an old warehouse. It would have gone completely unnoticed if it weren't for the rain. Don signalled for everyone to surround the building; there was something in the air that made everyone extra nervous when going in. There was a lot of gunfire against the smugglers, Don took a bullet in his vest, and the guns firing at them were superior because he could feel a bit of blood under his vest. When it was all over and the dust had settled there wasn't a smuggler left breathing a common occurrence when dealing with terrorists. Don looked around the room checking on everyone when his eye caught a sight that made his stomach turn; David knelling down beside Liz. "Call a bus!" Don shouted running over he almost slid across the floor when he stopped at his girlfriend's body. "Liz!" It was a one in a million shot; the bullet hit her while she was turned it hit the small-uncovered space in her armpit. Liz's eyes were still open however there was a little glint of panic in her eye she was looking to Don for comfort. "Okay let's sit her up." Don slipped in behind Liz as David helped her sit up, at this point he didn't care about the secrecy of their relationship he just wanted to hold her and make sure she was safe. "I gotcha."