She looked into the eyes of her partner's killer. This was the moment she had been anticipating for three long years. This was the man who had taken the life of her fallen partner and close friend, who had pulled a gun on her more than once before, who had caused her to go into hiding, and now, once again, was the man who had her at gunpoint. Miranda didn't sweat a drop, she didn't hold her breath, she wasn't even scared; she couldn't care less about the fact that she had an A-K47 driving into the right side of her temple. She was all too used to it, three years as a fed. and two on the force had landed her more than her fair share of gun related threats and injuries.

"I hate to break it to you, but this isn't the first time I've had a gun turned on me." Her voice was cool and un-naturally calm.

The man drove the barrel of the gun further into the side of her head.

"Don't be a smart-ass." he warned, sounding more annoyed than anything. He didn't understand...he had a gun to her head and if he hadn't know any better it was almost as if she didn't even give a shit; it got to him. He liked to see his victims squirm, but she didn't even bother to break a sweat... unsatisfied, he decided to change that.

Slowly, Miranda felt the pressure at her right temple ease. She didn't take her eyes off her attacker, she wasn't expecting him to just put down the gun and let her walk away, in fact, she had very bluntly accepted that she was more than likely going to die this time. She had had plenty of close calls before, but this time...she wasn't so confident she was going to make it out alive. Miranda wasn't surprised when after lifting the gun a few feet away from her face, it came slamming back down on her temple. This time, there was blood; she felt the cold metal tear her flesh. Miranda was slammed to the hard concrete floor of the warehouse, landing on her shoulder, there was a loud popping sound; she winced in pain as she felt her shoulder dislocate itself. With her hands still bound behind her back with her own handcuffs there wasn't much she could do. She looked up at the man, he was now standing over her, a wide, amused smile across his face. Miranda clenched her teeth and fists, her brief acknowledgement of pain had given him the satisfaction he had been waiting for.

"What? don't tell me that actually hurt...and here I thought you were too tough to feel pain..." His voice was smug. "You know what hurts more? A bullet to the right temple." He smiled as he cocked the gun and pointed in downward, aiming at Miranda's head for the third time.

"A bullet to the right temple hmm? Well, good thing I'm a left-brain thinker then huh?" Miranda responded as calmly as possible. She struggled to keep her voice from shaking, this was it. He was finished toying with her, he was finally going to put a bullet in her Head. 'Oh well... another one for the collection right Miranda?' she thought to herself as she closed her eyes and waited for the all too familiar sound of gunfire…

The man was clearly not impressed with her remark.

"Left brain thinker, right-brain thinker... it doesn't matter you bitch, this bullet is going to shatter your skull and scrabble your brains altogether."

There was a moments pause...

"Oh, and say hello to Jensen for me will you?"

At this comment Miranda opened her eyes, glaring at her attacker. That was all it took, now filled with rage at the reminder of her fallen partner Miranda could feel the adrenaline flowing through her veins. Satisfied with how his comment had attacked her mentally, the man took one step back and pulled the trigger...