She cursed, ducking reflexively away as the door exploded toward her, and shoved her phone in the back pocket of her jeans, whipping her gun forward in both hand.<br/><br/>"Don't move! I'm a Detective with the NYPD - this is willful destruction of property. Lay down on the ground with your hands behind... your head..." Her practiced, clipped and angry shout faltered at the several... men was the only word for them, grouped on the other side of her door.<br/><br/>With another curse, she stepped aside, out of their line of sight, into the kitchen.