Prompt: Anyone, No shit Sherlock!
Mary glared at the young inspector standing in front of her.
"What the hell were you thinking?"
"I was trying to protect the witness from the man shooting," the young inspector replied.
"The only thing that you managed to do was put her in the line of fire, causing Marshall to have to fix the situation. The only way he could do that was to tackle her and take the bullet himself. If you had followed our instructions in the first place none of this would have happened," Mary snapped.
"Inspectors, what is going on?" Stan demanded, having heard Mary half way down the hall.
"Dip twit here decided to do his own show today. He disregarded both mine and Marshall's orders because he thought he knew it all," Mary yelled in frustration.
"I made a mistake," the young inspector said.
"No shit Sherlock."
"Mary, that's enough," Stan said, noticing the attention they were getting.
"I'm just warming up," Mary warned, but was stopped as a nurse approached them.
"Excuse me, are you Mary Shannon?" the nurse asked.
"Yes, how's my partner?"
"Mr. Mann told me to tell you and these are his words mind you, not mine. Tell Mary to get in here before disturbs the entire floor and gives me a bigger headache then the one I already have. If you would like to follow me, I can take you to Mr. Mann and you can sit with him while we wait for the x-ray to confirm there is no internal bleeding."
Stan watched Mary leave with the nurse before turning to the young inspector.
"Chief, before you say anything, I believe it would be best if I transfer to a different part of the Marshal's Service. I don't think I'm cut out for this division. I would prefer somewhere far away from Inspector Shannon."
"I think that would be wise. Fill out your paperwork on the incident and your transfer request. I'll make sure it gets processed right away."