The start of something beautiful

Portia needs help

                                    Tim's POV
I was patrolling and driving around when I heard a call come in about a noise complaint. I took it than started driving to the location. When I got to the location I walked up to the door and knocked. I didn't hear anything and was about to walk away when I saw the door open. I looked down and was met with the same woman from yesterday. I looked her up and noticed she was in a silky red and black robe and was flushed with kind of messy hair. She looked hot as hell. "I'm here about a noise complaint" she ducked down and blushed.i heard foot steps and was found with a shirtless man coming up behind her. "Keep the noise down" I say to her. I look her up and down one more time before walking away. Once I'm in the shop I sigh and start driving around waiting for another call to come in because today wasn't that busy. The next time I checked my watch it was already about lunch time so I drove to the food trucks. I sat down with Lopez and the new training officer."Tim this is Nyla, Nyla this is Tim my best friend." I nodded my head at Nyla and walked away to go in line. After I got my food and sat back down Ang and Nyla were already deep in conversation about a Portia Lin? Apparently she's the most wanted on the FBI list and they wanna catch her. "How come I've never heard of her before" I say out loud. Both woman looked at me like a deer in headlights. I bit into my food when Nyla pulled her phone out and some pictures of the girl Portia I started chocking on my food when I realized who it was. "Shes hot right" Angela said with a smirk. "I've seen her twice before" I said. Nyla and Angela's eyes go wide "WHAT?!?"they both said at the same time. Another noise complaint came in for the same address as earlier. I rolled my eyes and responded to the call. I drove up to the house again and knocked on the door. This time Portia answered but she had a bruise and a cut on her face. "Is everything ok"I asked. "Yes now can you leave" she said. "PORTIA WHOS HERE"I heard a man say "wrong house"Portia said. "If you need my help here's my card" I handed her my card with MY personal number on it and walked back to the shop.