INT. - THE PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
She had to get the weapon from Alan. That much was absolutely imperative. But, the moment Gerri made a move, he covered her expertly with the barrel, his smirk telling her not only was he comfortable holding a gun, he'd be happy to shoot her.
Did he know she was a freak?
"Go ahead," she said with far more confidence than she should have felt. "Pull the trigger. The moment that door opens," she jerked her thumb behind her, "the SCPD will be all over you. You'll never escape."
"It's a tragic story, really." He gestured at Meredith who was only now coming around, gaze falling on his own wrist in a flicker of motion before lifting again. "She was deranged, shot everyone after killing the congressman to hide her insanity. I'll make up a pretty story, I promise.
