Tim and Lucy get home after work and she goes and sits down.

T: You ok?

L: What if he knows. He could be looking at us right now.

T: And what's he going to do? If he knows our plans he knows we've got officers outside our door.

L: Alright.

T: Im going to go start packing.

L: I'm going to lie here I just feel a bit sick.

T: Ok that's fine.

As he's in the bedroom packing there's a sound of glass shattering follow by a scream from Lucy.

T: LUCY?

L: CALL AN AMBULANCE I GOT SHOT.

Tim dials 911 as he rushes over to Lucy and sees her pressing a cloth to her leg wincing in pain.

T: This is off duty Sergeant Bradford we've got an officer down at address. She's been shot in the leg.

911: We've got an ambulance on their way arriving in 2 minutes.

T: Really trying being beat me on the injury count aren't you?

L: I told you something like this would happen. Now that I've been shot we can't flee the country and he'll probably send someone in posing as a doctor to poison and kill me.

T: Thinking like that isn't going to help your leg. Can you try to move it.

L: No fuck- it hurts like hell.

T: Ok just keep the pressure on it I'm going to go see if there any signs of whoever shot you.

L: Well they had good aim for one.

He gets up and goes outside leaving his phone with her. After a few moments of silence she hears shots fired, then silence. Her mind goes to the worst possible scenario.

L: TIM?

Silence.

L: TIM?

She hears someone running towards her, as they approach the lights she sees Tim.

L: You're not dead

T: Why, were you hoping I'd be?

L: Don't even joke about that- who'd you shoot.

She notices the anxious look on Tim's face.

L: Tim, who was it.

T: Ray.