INT. - 9th PRECINCT - MORNING
Kinsey hustled through the elevator doors, hands full of cardboard trays loaded with full coffee cups. A cheer greeted her arrival, the bullpen's occupants rushing her in their need for a high-quality caffeine fix. It was her third time visiting since the captain gave her the go-ahead to work with Gerri again, and she was making damned sure she had every cop, tech and admin who worked at the 9th on her side at all times.
All but Jackson Pierce. The asshole glared at her even as he helped himself to some coffee, purposely tilting his cup as he took it out, making her fumble and almost drop the tray. Kinsey glared death between his shoulder blades when he turned with a smirk, wishing she could hurt him just a little and get away with it.
Considered the power
