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a loud buzzing and vibration can be heard from beside me, realizing it's my alarm for work I jolt up and slap the alarm turning it off. Quickly rushing to my dresser and pulling open the top drawer, getting in my uniform. A baby blue button up, black skinny jeans with a belt and black Mary Jane's. My badge on my hip and gun & walkie-talkie on the other.
*Ding Dong.* the bell rings, I sigh as I quickly pull my hair into a high ponytail and walk to the front door. Opening it there's no one, but there's a white envelope on the stairs.
"For Katherine Williams." Most likely my bills. I thought before walking back inside, leaving the white envelope on the counter before walking out, locking my front door behind me.
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'Agent smith to Williams, over." I hear a rusty voice over the walkie-talkie as I'm driving down the main highway.
"agent Williams, over." I say in to the walkie-talkie before hearing an annoyed voice chime into the line
— "copy, there's a security guard at the local mall.. just punched the shit out of shopper, saying he thought the male was kidnapping his own son, agent smith, over."
"great, agent Williams over." I sigh turning into the intersection to the mall. As I pulled into the parking lot I slipped the walkie-talkie back into the pocket on my belt.
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"I SWEAR! I HAD NO IDEA THAT WAS HIS SON! I THOUGHT HE WAS KIDNAPPING THAT KID." I heard a male yelling as I walked into the part of the mall the sight was reported.
"Sir, could you calm down" I hear another officer speaking to the male, lifting my head up and seeing him I speak .. "Mike Schmidt?" I mumble.
"Kath- Katherine! Hey, what are you.. shit your a cop?" Mike furrowed his brows as he scratched the back of his neck.
"Yea.. yea." I muttered as I flickered between the other cop and Mike.
"You know eachother?" The other cop asks.
"Old friends." I say before Mike gets to say his own opinion.
"Yea, friends." Mike looks down at his bloody fists before looking back up.
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"I got you off. I know you have to take care of your sister." I said as I opened the cell. Mike sitting against the wall with bandages around his fists.
"thanks.." he groaned as he walked passed me, I rolled my eyes in annoyance following behind him.
"You know, maybe be more happy?" I say as we walk out the from of the department.
"About what? You.. you promised, you promised you would call or, I don't know.. mail me sometime? You promised me, Katherine." Mike said, clearly frustrated by how he's talking with his hands.
