3T09, come in.
Jennie glanced up from her desk, smiling as she put down her pencils. It was the only thing that could distract her after hours of designing a concept she couldn't quite come to a conclusion with.
Plus, the 13 hour plane ride to Korea didn't help her work like tendencies and current jetlag, but it was something.
3T09, we have a 147 at the west of Broadway. Suspect is wearing a green hoodie, white joggers and is carrying a supposed gun.
She eyed the black slim device sitting on her nightstand, hoping Jisoo wouldn't respond to the dispatch because a 147 meant there was someone armed with a weapon.
Jisoo: '3T09, roger that, responding to 147.' The confident voice said in response, her heart wavered at the familiar sound.
Jennie gulped, getting up to hold the device in her hand, turning the side of the knob to raise the volume.
The two had met at a cafe Jennie worked at in their college days, she was majoring in arts specifially fashion design. The job helped cover her tuition, but it also unknowingly found her bestfriend turned lover.
Jisoo did come back to the cafe after they initially met. And they made every single thing on the menu, which started off some sort of little tradition till Jisoo asked her out by spelling 'will u go out with me' out with the pink sugar packets the cafe had.
They went out during the last years of college and well into the first few years of their early 20's.
They moved in together after Jisoo effortlessly begged and persuaded Jennie and had been living with each other ever since.
Both had graduated but their two career paths were very different. Jennie finished her internship and started to create designs with a company, working random hours in a week it wasn't exciting.
Jisoo became a police officer, climbing up high into the rankings which landed Jisoo her current title of a Lieutenant.
The job was intense, the day was filled with countless duties and action packed events it often caused Jisoo to come home late or be injured in some way.
One night when the Lieutenant missed dinner and came home with a busted eye and a sling for her arm, she got a mixture of a pissed of Jennie, a horrified Jennie and an upset Jennie.
The brunette yelled at Jisoo and was crying uncontrollably to the point where Jisoo compromised by giving Jennie one of her police radios, so she can hear everything and know what she was doing.
Ever since then Jennie carries it with her everywhere, it was some sort of comfort to her when she could hear what Jisoo's day was up to. The downside was the constant worry as soon something did happen.
When her hotel room door was knocked on a couple of times she jumped in her seat, placing the device on the table down she got up to take the door but not without glancing back at it.
Jennie opened the door, finding her colleagues there waiting on her and she forgot about the meeting they were supposed to have downstairs at the conference hall.
She apologized, shutting the door briefly to grab her things, but stopped and debated whether or not to pocket the device which had been now been buzzing with action.
10-43, call a doctor, officer shot, officer shot!
Possible dead body on the scene, I repeat 10-54!
"Jennie, are you ready!" Her colleague called. She shook out of it and shouldered her purse, slipping on a pair of heels she left the device on the table feeling some sort of regret when doing so.
