Everything was going as planned.

Juliet did everything she was supposed to. She waited for backup before she approached the yacht. She made sure her gun was drawn before she turned the last corner. She had suspect up against the railing on the deck with his hands behind his back.

That should've been the end of it.

But she had made a mistake.

The first was not being as observant as she should've been. Granted, there were other cops there. But she still should have noticed the man whose arms she had pinned behind him slowly dip his head. However, at that particular moment in time, she was taking out her handcuffs and was in the process of placing them on the suspect.

It was the Tancana incident all over again. With much more severe consequences.

When the suspect bashed his head against her face, she was temporarily blinded with pain. Whereas Tancana had merely headbutted her in the forehead, this man's head collided with her nose, breaking it instantly with a sickening crunching sound.

She stumbled forward; another mistake that would cost her dearly.

No one had time to grab her, to pull her away from the railing. She still had her eyes closed against the pain. She had no bearings.

Juliet tumbled over the railing, and the last thing she heard before she hit the water was a horrified voice shouting, "JULES!".

As she hit the water, she immediately felt two things.

The first was the stinging cold. It felt as though a thousand invisible, icy needles were pricking her. All at the same time.

The second was the current.

The past few days had been stormy. It hadn't rained the whole day, but the current was still much stronger than normal.

So strong that even Juliet, who was normally an excellent swimmer, couldn't fight it.

The breath was slowly and painfully being squeezed out her lungs. She fought desperately to get to the surface, but the current kept her below.

So this is what drowning feels like...

Juliet wasn't a quitter. She grew up with older brothers. She'd learned over the years that you couldn't be taken seriously as a female if you quit when you had trouble doing something.

But now, as the current pushed her deeper and deeper, she felt something she hadn't felt in a long time:

Hopelessness.

As she began to fade, she was vaguely away of a sound that she though might've been a splash.

The last thing she thought of was an incoherent jumble, which she thought might have involved swirls of green, pineapples, and a familiar quirky grin.

And then it was black.