Author's note: Found this sorry excuse for a 'fic' earlier today going through some storage boxes looking for something. Must have been super inspired at work one day and started scribbling away in my notebook. Can't promise I'll be inspired to finish it, but it's a start and one I fixed up.

Disclaimer: not mine, just playing with them.

Started: December 3rd, 2010
Amended: May 30th, 2013

A light drizzle began to fall as Gerry pulled out of Mrs McKinnley's drive. He and Sandra had just spent the past three hours interviewing her about her husband's murder ten years ago. They were supposed to meet Brian and Jack back at the office before all heading off for their regular Friday evening drinks. It would take them a little over an hour to get back, and that wasn't taking into account peak hour traffic. They hadn't anticipated being with Mrs McKinnley for so long, but she insisted on them all having afternoon tea. Now it was already well after 5pm.

Gerry had just turned onto the motorway when his phone rang.

"Can you…"

Before he could finish, Sandra automatically reached for the center console, which is where she normally threw her phone when she was driving, but Gerry was driving her car…

She'd all but thrown her keys at him and begged him to drive them both back to work as soon as they arrived at Mrs McKinnley's, if he would shut up about women drivers and why she should invest in a classic instead of her latest model from Germany. She did like classic cars, especially convertibles and always wanted one, but she'd never admit that to him, nor would she ever buy one for as long as they worked together.

But the center console was devoid of phone, and it rang again.

"Pants pocket."

"What?!"

Sandra looked over at him, as he tried hard to suppress a smile. He reached into his jacket pocket and threw his phone into her lap as he navigated between three lanes. She resisted the urge to punch him.

"Pullman … er … Gerry's phone."

"Yes."

"Who?"

"Oh, yes, yes I am, we both are, he's here too."

Gerry's ears perked up as he looked over to Sandra, but she had turned towards the window. He couldn't really hear who was on the end or read her expression.

"We're on our way. Thank you."

"Hospital!" Sandra ordered as soon as she hung up.

Gerry looked at her confused, "Brian or Jack?"

Sandra shook her head, "It's Emily, apparently there was an incident and she's been shot."