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S1 E2
crash course
SCARLETT WALKS UP THE hallway to the hospital, a 'get well soon' basket in her arms.
"Please don't be awake, please don't be awake." She mutters, opening the door to the patient's room. "Please don't- oh, hey! You're awake!" She greets her T.O., was was sitting on the hospital bed.
"What are you doing here?" Tim's eyebrows furrow.
"Good to see you, too." Scarlett tells him, walking in and setting the basket down on the side table. "These are from Zoe."
Scarlett goes to grab a pudding from his lunch tray.
"Zoe?" Tim raises an eyebrow, making Scarlett stop for a second.
"Uh, Captain Anderson." Scarlett clarifies, sitting down on the chair.
"And you call the Captain by her first name?" Tim questions.
"Well, you would too, if she made the boy who pushed you down the swing in middle school cry." Scarlett shrugs, making Tim get confused. The girl sighs. "She and my mom were in the Marine Corps together. When they got back they both joined the force together."
"And you didn't think to tell me?" Tim asks.
"Well, you never asked." Scarlett copy-pasted the same like she always used.
"Is your mother still in the force?" Tim asked.
"Nope." Scarlett replies, nonchalantly, taking a bite of pudding. "Both my parents passed away in line of fire."
At this, Tim lets out a surprised breath.
"I..." He trails off. "I'm sorry about that."
"Eh, it is what it is." Scarlett shrugs. "Anyway, I just came to drop these off. Zoe- Captain said get well soon."
"I am well." Tim replies, annoyed. "The hospital won't let me checkout until tomorrow morning."
"Sucks to be you." Scarlett tells him, continuing to eat the pudding.
"At least you're enjoying yourself." Tim narrows his eyes at the girl who throws the empty pudding cup and grabs the new one from his tray.
He gives her a look.
"What?" She defends. "Were you going to eat that?"
"Guess we'll never know now." Tim replies, groaning as he sits up, making the sheet fall down a little, exposing his chest and abs.
Scarlett looks down, but immediately looks away when Tim turns to her.
"You should watch what you eat." Scarlett tells her. "I'm helping you by eating all this pudding so that you don't get fat. You should thank me."
"Uh-huh." Tim nods not amused, as the girl continue to eat the dessert.
"ALRIGHT, THE HONEYMOON'S OVER." The Sergeant tells the room, as he walks up to the board and writes down some numbers. "3, 5, 21. Officer Nolan, you care to guess what these numbers represent?"
"Combination to your heart, sir?" Nolan jokes, and there's laughter.
"3 is the number of opportunities you had to disable Runaway Bride's car yesterday. 5 vehicles were damaged because you failed to do so. And the last number. Officer Bishop."
"$21,000 in property damage the city has to pay." Bishop provides.
"Correct." Grey tells her. "All in all, Officer Nolan's first pursuit reveals room for improvement."
"Yes, sir." Nolan nods, as the Sergeant nods.
"Onward. Officer Martin is in need of a training officer until Tim Bradford is cleared for duty. Officer Scott Wrigley, you get the nod." Scarlett looks back to Wrigley, who waves at her. "That's it. Stay safe out there."
"ARE YOU SURE I can't carry that?" Scarlett asks her temporary T.O., who insisted on carrying the gear.
"Absolutely." Wrigley nods. "I've been on the job 12 years, never fired my weapon. You took on a couple high-powered jokers, saved your T.O. on day two. So that makes you a rock star in my book. And rock stars don't pack-mule the gear."
"Yeah, I'm sure Officer Bradford would love to hear that." Scarlett replies. "I was just trying to not get killed."
"Aww. Modest, too." Wrigley tells her, as they both get in the car. "I can see why Tim's been boasting about you."
"There's no way that's true." Scarlett scoffs.
"Yeah, it's not." Wrigley admits. "But I'm not like that. I give credit where it's due, and you have earned a free pass today. So anything you need, just ask."
"A MORNING OF ROLLING-STOP citations should take us nicely into lunch." Wrigley tells her, as he parks the car at a clearing.
"We're gonna sit here all morning?" Scarlett asks, confused.
"Hey, writing tickets is the heart of the job." Wrigley replies.
"Do you want to, uh, ask me stuff or something?" Scarlett asks, unsure.
"Nope." He simply replies.
"Right." Scarlett nods.
"GREAT MORNING, OFFICER MARTIN." Wrigley tells her, as they walk into a restaurant. "I'm gonna drop you here for lunch."
"What?" Scarlett turns.
"Oh, uh, I like to go home to eat, you know, get these wool pants off, air things out." He tells her. "Be back in 40."
He leaves, making Scarlett stare after him, surprised.
