"This is crap! How are we supposed to just go about our day normally when we should be chasing a lead?" Detective Benson growled as she threw her pen down on the desk.
"Well for one, we don't have a lead." Munch started answering.
"And I suppose you're fine with just sitting here." Benson shot back.
"What exactly are you implying?"
"That she's annoyed that I've prevented everyone from working on the case," a voice from behind them said. Benson jumped and whirled around to see Gina standing in the doorway.
"Gina! What are you
doing here? Shouldn't you be..."
"Cooped up in a bed
somewhere? Come on, Olivia, you know I'm restless. 'sides that, I
had some checking to do."
"…okay. Well I'm glad to see you're back on your feet."
"Thanks."
Munch remained silent at his desk, avoiding eye contact with Gina.
She walked into Cragen's office, then went into the conference room.
"Munch," Cragen called.
"Yea?"
"Conference
room."
"Capt, are you sure?"
"She asked for you."
Munch walked warily into the room where Gina sat waiting for him. He closed the door.