Matt absentmindedly drummed his fingers across the steering wheel as he kept watch over the entrance to the abandoned warehouse used by the suspect in their latest enquiry for his other nefarious activities. Despite the lateness of the hour, he relished the opportunity to engage in actual police work, rather than being stuck behind a desk, as had been the case since his promotion. He leant back against the headrest of his seat, stretching the muscles in his back as he loosened his tie. As he did so, he caught sight of her in the rear view mirror, adeptly balancing the coffee and sandwiches she had gone to order. He smiled involuntarily, a seemingly natural reaction for him whenever he was in her presence. Opening the car door softly, she slid into the seat beside him and handed him his order.
"I hope that big promotion of yours hasn't changed your preferences for coffee!" she joked teasingly. He smiled and shook his head slowly, gratefully accepting the food and beverage.
"Speaking of which, how did you get stuck with the night shift on this? Surely you could have assigned it to someone else?" She turned to look at him, her expression slightly quizzical.
"Can't have you all turning against me," Matt replied with a smile. "Besides, it's a relief to get away from a desk." He took a sip of his coffee, then attempted to change the subject. "Why, are you sick of me already?"
Jennifer laughed, and Matt felt an answering smile spread across his face. "I'm definitely not sick of you yet, Matty."
Matt went to speak again, but was interrupted when the butt of a gun shattered the windscreen of their car. Matt's hand moved towards his holster; however, their assailant pulled open the car door and placed their gun against his throat. Matt was pulled roughly from the car and saw the same thing happening to Jennifer, before the butt of the gun was slashed across his face and he lost consciousness.