Officer

Freedom

"NYPD GET ON THE GROUND. Keith grabs his gun and starts shooting the officers. Eric rushes over to Lily.

"Are you ok?" He asks taking off his bullet proof vest and placing it on Lily. "What are you doing?" She asks. "I'm untying you and you're going to run through that door." He points at the back door while grabbing his knife and cutting her free. "Amelia needs this, she's hurt bad." He turns his head to Amelia.

"Holy shit." He rushes over to her and puts his hands over her leg. "Lily grab my radio; I need you to request an ambulance." He shouts. "What do I say?" She asks "Officer Darling needs a possible 10-52 and a 11-41 at our location. "He grabs the bloody sweater off the floor and ties it two inches above the wound on her arm.

"Officer Darling needs a possible 10-52 and a 11-41 at our location." She repeats. "Good job now please place my radio back into its holder and run". He looks her up and down. Are you injured? Any wounds?"  She looks down and notices a small cut on her ankle and marks on her wrists. "Barley any, just cuts and bruises." He nods for reassurance. "I promise".

The shooting stops as Keith falls in the floor face down." Sargent Lee lifts his radio up and states the suspect is deceased.

"He is dead?" Lily looks at the Sargent. "Amelia." He rushes past Lily. "How many wounds?" He asks "She was stabbed twice in her left leg. He sliced the top of her right arm. He sewed her legs himself." Lily responds. Her voice cracking. Eric uses his knife to cut a bit of a bigger hole in her rips jeans to show the wound. Sargent Lee unties her and lowers her to the ground. He checks her pulse "Her pulse is weak. If we don't radio for an ambulance soon she." Lily cuts him off "I requested for an 11-41 at our location."

Two officers enter with paramedics. They rush to Amelia's side.  "Come with me." Eric says to Lily. "No, I can't leave her." She cries. "Lily, I promise you Officer Micheal has been through tougher situations." Sargent Lee smiles. "Come with me Lily. We will follow behind the ambulance." She nods and she starts to follow him. 

Friday March 8th, 2021, 7 am New York

Amelia slowly opens her eyes.  She turns her head to the left and sees Eric fast asleep on a chair. The door swings open and a doctor walks in. "Amelia you are awake." Erics heads shoots up "Good morning sunshine." She smiles "Officer Darling, you said you would be an hour." The doctor looks at him "have I been here all night?" He asks

"Yes, what happened to an hour." The doctor looks at him. "I must of fell asleep." He rubs his eyes. "you fell asleep." She smirks. He stands and walks towards the bed. "How long is she here for?" Eric stares at the doctor "why do you care." She looks up at him."

He looks down "what a friend can't look out for another friend?" He asks. "Oh, we are friends?" She smirks.

"Officer Micheal will be able to leave tomorrow. She will need to use crutches for several weeks but after that she should be good." The doctor say's before leaving and closing the door behind her.

"So, we are friends." Amelia looks up to Eric to smirk and stretches his arms. "I need to go pack." She looks at him. "Pack for what?"

He grabs his jacket. "Our case is complete; I'm heading back to the LAPD." She smiles at him. "I am guessing your wife is worried for you." She says trying to sit up.

He slowly turns around to face her. "I haven't been honest with you." She looks at him. "Eric what's wrong." He tries to force a smile. "My wife died last year from a stabbing." Amelia doesn't know what to do. All she can think is put her arms out and hope he comes and hugs her back. As she does, he walks slowly and hugs her.

"I had my suspicions." She whispers. He pulls away and looks at her. "How?" He asks, she wipes his tears. "Actually, I thought she wasn't real until I saw the photo of you two on your wallpaper. It looked old. Your hair seemed longer." He smiles. 

He stands up and grabs a bag behind his makeshift bed. "What did you do." She looks down at the gift than up at him. "A little get-well gift." He passes it her and walks towards the door. "You have my number if u need an LAPD Officer." He waves before walking out.

She reaches into the bag and pulls out a little toy badge. On the badge says LAPD JUNIOR

Thursday March 11th, 2021, 1PM New York

"Chocolate ice cream or vanilla." Lily shouts from the kitchen. Amelia keeps her eyes on an empty word document. Lily walks in and looks at her. "Chocolate or Vanilla.?" She repeats. "Lily I'm trying to write something." Her sister stares at the empty document. "So many words." She walks back into the kitchen.

Well, I can't write anything when I'm being watched.  "What are you even writing." She shouts again. "I'm being asked if I can be transferred to the LAPD. Too many memories here." She shouts back.
Lily comes running into the room. "We are moving to LA?" She says excitedly. "Eric asked if we wanted to share an apartment with him, I agreed as long as my Sargent also agrees." An idea pops into her head, and she starts writing.

'Dear Sargent Lee,

I would like to take this opportunity to thank you over the past 8 years. You have helped me through so much and I am grateful.

It was such an honour to be working with you. I am even more grateful that my T.O was you. I would not have made it through my first year without you.

I am sending in this email to ask to be transferred to the LAPD. I love it at the NYPD, but I have many bad memories here now and would like to start something fresh.

Thank you,

Sincerely Officer Micheal.'

She sends the email and smiles.