Something feels off... Attack him!

Something about this situation wasn't right, and Annie could feel it. The fact he had come to the crime scene alone. His complete disregard for the hard evidence. His overly aggressive demeanour when questioning her. She knew she only had moments to act.

It was apparent they had both thought the same thing, as Dean immediately deflected her first punch and went in for his own, a vicious punch to the abdomen. Annie staggered backwards. It hurt, but she'd taken worse hits than this. It came with the job. Dean lunged forward again, arms outstretched, barely giving Annie enough time to quickly jab him in the throat, sending him reeling. Annie wasted no time - she grabbed him around the waist by his holster and drove her knee right up into his balls with a sickening thud. Again, and again, and again. A seemingly endless barrage of knee strikes to the poor officer's groin.

With him tearfully begging her to stop, she tore the holster from his belt and shoved him to the ground, landing flat on his back. Before she could even get a good look at the weapons he had stored on his belt, a familiar voice buzzed in on his radio.

"Yo, it's Tristan, did you get her yet? Meet me outside the old army base on Quarry Road, I'll pay you when you get here."

A look of horror swept over Dean's face as the incriminating audio played out loud. He knew this was it for him, his cover was blown, and Annie was about to punish him (or more specifically, his manhood) for his crimes. She surveyed the many holsters on his belt, looking for something to finish the job...