I'm here. (Tim Bradford)

~1~

Maya Jackson.

It's been a long run these past couple weeks at the LAPD. There have been so many intense cases the whole department have been through.

I woke up late, I'm rushing around trying to find my uniform. Living alone doesn't work very well, I'm very messy and untidy due to me being at work 98% of the time.

I found my uniform, got dressed and drove to work.

"Maya! Come here." Officer Grey shouted at me as I just made it through the door.

"Coming captain." I smiled.

I walked into his office and close the door behind me.

"I have a very serious question to ask you." He looked at me like he was about to die.

"What's up?" I played at my hands nervously.

"I have a case I need your help on. You will have to go undercover." As he spoke I sat down on the chair in front of him.

"Go on..." I spoke softly, trying not to jump to conclusions.

"We had a break against a mafia. But we need someone to go undercover for us. I thought you'd be the best at doing it. We will pair you up with Bradford, he will make sure you are safe throughout this mission."

"Okay, when do I start?" I knew there was no way to fight this. I've gone undercover before, this should be a piece of cake... right?

"Today. Come on we got roll call."

I followed him to the main room. Sitting down next to Lopez.

"Alright alright quiet down everyone. I have something important to tell you all about."

"Officer Jackson will be going undercover to get information on the Raven mafia. I have paired her up with Officer Bradford."

Everyone was silent. We all knew this could become a suicide mission if I didn't choose my words and actions wisely.

"Alright everyone get to work."

Me and Bradford have barely ever worked together. Communication between us have never been good, but I blame that on the fuzzy feeling that resides in my ribs every time I look at him.

We both walked over to one another.

"You've got this, I will be nearby waiting for you. Make sure to keep this tracker on you." He hands me the tracker with a microphone attached.

We walk out to where our shop, which is an undercover car. We grabbed the bags and guns, securing the car and heading off.

"If you desperately need help, we will use the word 'safe house'. Do not use the word unless you need help. Don't get yourself killed." Bradford so nicely told me.

"Got it." Is all I could muster up. My nerves were everywhere. My whole body was tingling and I was extremely jumpy. I knew I had to let these happen now because they couldn't happen when I got inside.

I've had previous encounters with the boss of the Ravens. His name is Aaron Hugo, he's a very dangerous man. He'd kill you just for looking at him wrong.

He knew me as Evelyn Ford. I have to keep that in mind, don't act suspicious. Don't show fear.

I thought I had escaped him back in los Vegas. But the past always comes back for round two.

"Jackson. What's got you in your head."

"I'm just nervous. Never thought I'd have to see him again.." I spoke softly. Anxiously picking at my nails.