Logan

188. That's For Damn Sure

*Desmond's POV*

Mid-shift, between 10pm and 5am, the calls range from random drunkard to someone's worst night ever. We've getting a better part of the latter these last few months, so tonight was no different. The klaxons sounded: car pile up west of marker 31 and the highway, aid car requested.

"Show 113 responding, eta 6 minutes." Clark radioed.

"Are you sure you don't want me to drive?" I ask.

"I grew up here, I know where I'm going." He snapped, pulling out and down the road.

As soon as the truck comes to a stop I get out to assess the damage, just cars. No semis present, thank goodness. I wait for cap to give the signal for a perimeter, instead he is nowhere to be found, his flashlight is all the way down the road. I radio in.

"Cap, we should get a perimeter."

Nothing.

"Cap, do you copy?" I radio. Silence. A few more aid cars come to assist, a couple more trucks pull in.

"What are we doing, Cap? Talk to me," Clemons radios. The guys are looking at me. "You're second in command here, Raleigh, talk to us." I think and come up with a strategy, and a little while longer things start picking up.

An arm grabs me while I'm setting up lights, it's Clark. "What the hell are you doing?" He yells.

"Your job!" I yell back, "I radioed in for your direction, you never picked up."

"I don't know how you did it with the old man, but in my house, you wait for me."

I click my radio and look at Clark as I say, "Cap, where do you want me?" and raise my eyebrows. Clark doesn't answer and I walk past him, "Ripley wouldn't be standing around with his cop buddies, I say.

"You're on thin ice, Raleigh." He calls out.

Thankfully no one was injured, just a few cuts and bruises, we go on a couple more calls. Woman with chest pains, a child who fell out of bed and his mom thought she could see bone, but it was nothing. As soon as we get back to the station Clark taps on my shoulder.

"Raleigh, you're suspended for three days, go home."

I scoff, "Are you kidding me? Is this for what happened with the interstate?"

"Clearly, you're having issues with authority, I can't have that." He's standing with his arms crossed.

"What I have problems with is a Captain who acts better than the rules. You've got nothing on me," I slam my locker door, "Your negligence could've put lives at stake."

"Excuse me?" He follows me into the kitchen. He's in my face, as if I should be intimidated by the two inches he has on me.

I take a step closer, "You heard me. You were the problem in this scenario."

Clark does something stupid. He puts his hands on me. His arms reach out and he shoves me back. I can't help but laugh.

Clemons snaps, "Hey! Cap, don't."

"Go ahead," Clark gets in my face, "Hit me, I know you want to," he's smirking, and his eyes are dark. I shake my head and Clark pushes me again.

"You don't want to do this." I say.

"Do it, you know you want to, that's just it, isn't it? You're jealous it's not you directing this team. Go ahead, hit me, get it out of your system."

By this time the entire team's eyes are on us.

"How could I possibly be jealous when I already do this job ten times better than you." Captain Clark slaps me in the face and I grin. I walk past him to walk away, then...fuck it.