As I started to walk to the morgue from giving Jo the autopsy reports from the Murder-Suicide case we were working at the time when a young man came into the station. He immediately caught the attention of the 200-year-old M.E due to his shaky and sweaty figure that would indicate he was nervous. He started to walk back to Jo to warn her to keep an eye on the young man when Lieutenant Joana Reese walked out of her office, as she did the young man looked less nervous and more determined.
He knew what was happening even before the young man pulled out the gun and aimed it at Reese. The young man screamed "FOR MY FATHER" and shot before any of the many cops around him could. Time seemed to freeze, the bullet was headed straight for the lieutenant's chest. I had two choices, don't do anything and keep my secret safe but for the cost of Reese's life, or risk my secret and life here in New York. I didn't have to think twice, I jumped in front of the lieutenant and took the bullet to the center of my chest.
At first I didn't feel anything then I felt white hot pain spreading throughout my body that quickly paralyzed me, I fell back into the lieutenant's arms by this time Jo and Hanson were cuffing the young man who had started crying why wasn't clear he could have been crying for the reason he was here or for shooting the wrong person. His vison started to blur and it was like his ears were shutting off but he could still here the lieutenants voice telling him he was going to be fine then yelling for an ambulance. He could feel something squeeze his hand which turned out to be Jo
"Henry you're going to be fine ok the ambulance is coming." He head was now rested on the lieutenant's lap which she kept there afraid to move him she bent down and whispered in his hear "Doctor, that was pretty stupid but thank you" at this henry gave her a small almost sad smile "The pleasure was all mine Lieutenant" he said which turned out to be a bad idea when he broke off into a coughing fit which ended in darkness.