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*Recap*

I got to the customer who has taken a seat at one of the tables by the window. They say yes when asked if they would like some coffee and I go back to get a cup for them. While at the counter, I look over to Flack and Messer and raise an eyebrow. I did not get a good feeling from this customer, but they hadn't done anything, and it was late, so I was probably just tired.

I dropped off the customer's coffee and went back to the counter to talk with Flack and Messer. I had come to learn their names after they had come in a few times. They were nice and always left a good tip which I never asked for. They seemed to be friends as well as co-workers. They definitely gave off the impression that they were ladies' men, thus why I always turned them down when asked to go for dinner or drinks. In fact, I made it a point to turn everyone down who asked.

They wanted another round of coffee which I happily topped up and then went to the other customer to see if they needed more.

"How are you doing? Need more coffee?" I ask politely with a smile.

"No I am good," he said. "Just drinking slowly tonight."

"That's okay," I said with a smile. "We all have those days. When you need more just let me know."

"Actually," the guy starts but stops as something outside the window catches his eye.

"Yes?" I question and looking out the window slightly.

"Nothing," he said as he put some cash down on the table and headed out the door.

"Well, that was weird," I say as I pick up the cash and go to the register.

"Do you normally get whack-a-doodles here?" Flack asks?

"Not normally." I say checking the total and the amount he had left. "Crap this is too much."

I cashed out the check and then rushed out to give the customer back their change, $20 for a cup of coffee is way too much. I called out to the customer, but as I did, I heard a pop and then lots of screaming. There was another pop and more screaming and people running. I didn't know what happened but suddenly I felt two hands on my shoulders, and I was heading back to my café. I was sat on a stool and a cup was placed in my hands. It is like I could hear everything from miles away. I absently could feel someone holding onto my arm, but I wasn't sure who it was. More people started to arrive, and the flashing lights grew brighter outside. More people filled the area and it seemed more and more were in my shop. I started to feel more myself and everything got louder and louder. As everything came back into, I felt the pain in my arm. My mind was racing as it was trying to process everything. The paramedic who was looking at my arm seem to realize I had come around.

"Hey its gonna be okay," she says. "It is just a graze."

"What happened?" I ask.

"Well Taeylor," I heard Flack say. "Your shop does attract some weirdos after all."

"I don't understand," I say looking up at him from my stool.

"Miss Hawthorne," a new voice says. I look up and see a man in a suit next to Flack. "I am Detective Taylor with the New York City Crime Lab. Would it be okay if I process the booth the man sat at?"

"Uh sure it is the corner one by the window," I say. "Did you say Taylor?"

"Yes," he says. "Why?"

"I just find it funny, my first name is Taeylor," I say. He gives me a look. "But it is /aey/ not /ay/"

He hums and then goes off to the booth. I see him put on some gloves and he start taking pictures. Flack touches my shoulder to bring my focus back to him.

"You are going to need to go to the hospital to get your arm looked at," he says.

"But she said it was just a graze," I say.

"That's true," he says. "But you have been non-responsive for almost 30 minutes. They just want you there in case you go into shock. A lot has happened to you tonight."

"Flack," I say definitively. "I am going to be okay. I was shocked of course, but I am better now. Nothing a warm bath and a good cup of tea won't fix."

"If the EMT says your okay to go home, then I will take you," he says.

"She's good, just try not to get the bandage wet," she says with a smile.

"See," I say with a smile. "She says I am good. I can also get a cab to go home."

"I know," he says. "But as the guy got away in the chaos, we want to make sure you get home okay."

"Okay, but I will need to lock up the shop." I say.

"Danny can do that for you, and you will need a couple of days rest, plus this is a crime scene so for a few days the shop will have to be closed." Flack says as he helps me up and out the front door.

"Hey Tae," Messer calls out. "You good?"

"Enough to go home," I say with a small smile. "Flack here says you can close up the shop when you guys are done?"

"He did, did he?" Messer turns to look at Flack.

"Hey," Flack says holding his hands up, "I got orders to make sure she gets home safe."

"Alright," Danny says, and I hand him my keys.

"I guess there is nothing I can do about this is there?" I ask both men and they both shake their heads at me. "Alright let's go.

Flack leads me to his car and past all the crime tape and the other officers. I notice something covered on the ground by the street. Flack skillfully directs my attention to his car and helps me in, so I don't hurt my arm anymore. After he gets in the car, I give him my address and he sets off. He explains what happened a little. Apparently, the guy had been waiting for another officer and saw him on the street. He went out to confront the guy on the street. After I called out to him, he shot the officer and then turned to shoot me but missed because he was bumped into by people running away. As he is giving me the details, he is driving along to my apartment building. I was trying to remember the guy's face, but I guess it was the shock, I couldn't remember anything about the guy. Though thankfully I did have cameras in the shop so they would see those.

"Wait," I say to Flack. "Does that mean he has been to my shop before?'

"The team will figure that out after looking through the cameras," Flack says reassuringly.

"Yea," I say, "I guess."

We arrive at my building and Flack helps me out of the car. I try to go inside alone, but he insists on walking me to my door to be safe. I chuckle at that but oblige as I am too tired to really fight back. We take the stairs up to my door.

"Thanks for the lift," I say.

"No problem and here," he says holding out a card.

"You giving me your number now flack," I tease.

"Not like that," he laughs, "it's in case you need anything or have any questions about this evening. You can call anytime."

"Right, thanks," I say taking the card and opening my door. "Have a good night Flack."

"You too," he says as I close the door.