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*Recap*

"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.

I decided I needed to change my clothes and take a bath. So that is what I did. I started running the water as I went to get my pajamas ready for after the bath. I started my teapot as well to have a cup after the bath. I took a long bath to calm my mind and tired muscles. I wrapped my bandage in plastic wrap before hopping in so that it didn't get wet. The bath did wonders to calm me down and the tea was the extra thing needed to get my brain to quiet down.

This night had been a crazy one and probably the craziest one so far. My brain was running through everything that had happened and how it could have ended differently. I realized how close I had been to either dying or being seriously injured. I couldn't help the tears that flowed during my bath. I just let the tears flow and didn't try to stop them. After my bath, I got into fresh clothes and sat down with a cup of tea on my couch. My mom always said there was nothing a good cup of tea couldn't fix. I finished my tea and just stared at the tv on the wall.

I guess I must have fallen asleep at some point as the next thing I know, my phone is going off with the usual work alarm and it is brighter outside. I reached down and got my cup up off the floor and went to wash it in the sink. I decided to go to the shop just to see how it was and if there was any damage done. I trusted Danny, but I didn't know anyone else there and I wanted to send the money in the safe to the bank to be safe.

I quickly changed clothes and grabbed my bag. I went to grab my keys but realized I didn't have them. I grabbed the spare set of keys so that I could lock my door, as I normally had all my keys together for convenience. I left and locked up my door. I grabbed a taxi and headed down to my shop. I wasn't sure if I would even be able to get in, but I just needed to make sure that it was okay. The driver says there is a traffic jam ahead, so I pay and get out. I was only a couple of blocks away, so it wouldn't be that bad of a walk.

During the walk, I had time to once again go over everything. I also remembered Flack giving me his card. I am glad I put it in my bag and when I took it out, I looked at it and thought to call him once at the shop. As I got closer to the shop, I could still see the crime scene tape up along the sidewalk. I got close enough that I could see the tape on my store door as well. Well crap there went that idea. I guess I had no choice but to call Flack. I pulled out my phone and punched in the number from the card. It rang a couple times and then he picked up.

"Detective Flack, how can I help you?" He answers.

"Hey Flack, it's me Taeylor," I say tentatively.

"Hey, is everything ok?" He asks sounding a little worried.

"Yea, I am ok," I say. "I was just wondering if you knew how much longer my shop would be a crime scene?"

"I can check with the crime lab guys and get back to you," he says.

"Ok that sounds good," I say. "Oh, yea do you know where Danny is?"

"Maybe he says," he responds. "Why? Are you finally going to say yes?"

"No," I say with a laugh. "I just want to get my keys back. Since I won't be able to deliver my deposit to the bank, I at least would like my keys since my house keys are also on there."

"Oh right," he says. "You can come to the precinct, and I can get them from Danny and give them to you."

"Sure, that sounds good," I say. "Your precinct is down the street from my shop, right?"

"Yep, that's the one," he says.

"Okay see you in a bit," I say before hanging up the phone.

I set off down the street towards the precinct. It wasn't hard to miss with all the uniforms walking around and cars out front. I walked through the door and waited to talk to the lady at the desk. Once I was able to get to the desk, I told her I was meeting Detective Flack and she said to sit and he would be out in a minute. I saw him come through the double doors to the waiting area and he got a surprised look on his face.

"Taeylor?" He says quizzically. "How did you get here so fast?"

"Oh I guess I didn't mention earlier that I was at my shop did I?" I say jokingly.

"Well, no that would have been helpful," he says and leads me through the doors and to his desk. I sit down in the chair he indicates.

"Well, my alarm went off and I just needed to make sure it was all okay," I say as he sits down.

"I just spoke to Danny," Flack says. "He will be here in about 10 minutes as he was finishing something up in the lab."

"Okay," I say going to stand up. "I can come back then."

"No it's fine," he says touching my arm. "You can stay here."

"I don't want to get in the way," I say.

"You won't be in the way," he motions to his desk. "I was just writing a report on last night and honestly would be good to have your recollection of last night."

"Sure," I say. "But honestly, I spent most of last night thinking about it and I couldn't even remember the guy's face."

"That's okay," he says getting out his notepad. "Anything you remember is good."

We spend the next couple of minutes going over what happened before they arrived at the coffee shop and any other questions Flack had about the incident. One of his colleagues walked up during our conversation.

"Flack if this is where you bring dates, you must be having a hard time," the person jokes.

"It's not like that Goodmen," Flack says annoyed. "She is a witness to the shooting last night as well as a victim."

"Oh, sorry ma'am," he says and walks away.

"Are all of your colleagues this welcoming," I ask with a half-smile.

"Normally they are nicer," he says. "Speaking of nice ones, here comes two."