Sirens ~Nika Mühl

Chapter 2

Cue hadn't slept at all last night. After getting back to the station in the early hours of the morning, she filled out a shit ton of paper work and was then pulled into a meeting room by both Sgt. Pierce and Captain Simmons.

"Jones, can you please tell us why were you the first responding officer on the scene? You know it's not normal for a newly promoted detective to answer a call like that, especially that late at night," Simmons questioned her. His blue eyes looked worn and tired.

Cue took a deep breath as she rubbed the back of her neck. "I couldn't sleep so I was smoking a cigarette outside by my cruiser when the call came in," she explained simply.

Sgt. Pierce sighed heavily at her words. Ever since Cue had joined the force the sergeant had made it her personal responsibility to act as a stand-in mother. Always chastising her more than the other officers, always pushing her and expecting more out of her. Cue hated it, she didn't need a mother anymore, she wasn't a child.

Capt. Simmons didn't give Pierce a chance too say anything, "Look Jones, you've been one of our best and brightest and you've made such an impact in a short amount of time, which is why you were promoted as fast as you were. Because of this, we want you running point on this case."

Cue just nodded curtly, she knows she should feel excited about being assigned very her first case as a detective but she just couldn't. All she felt was a crushing wave of anxiety. This put so much pressure on her, if she didn't act fast enough more people were going to die.

She gave both of her superiors a thin lipped smile as she stood up to shake both of their hands, "Thank you guys I won't let you down."

As soon as she left the building all she could think about how fucked she was. She was so fucked it wasn't even funny.

She got into her cruiser, lit a cigarette and drove back home to her simple one bed room apartment. She quickly took a shower, changed clothes, fed her dog, Buggy, and was headed back towards the station.

When she reentered she was greeted by several of her colleagues telling her congratulations and patting her on the back. She made her way through the sea of police officers to her desk where she saw her best friend and former partner Ezekiel Simmons, the captain's son, but she just called him Zeke.

Zeke was a looker, he was taller than most men at 6'5. He had bright green eyes and a handsome smile that seemed to make any girl in the room instantly fall in love with him. He used to have longer hair but recently he had been buzzing it to keep it shorter. Many people thought it was strange Zeke had chosen to be a police officer, he could probably have a way better career as a businessman due to how personable and charming he was.

Cue was grateful for him, he was the only person she had let get close to her in years.

"Hey there hotshot," he greeted, smiling at her, his perfect teeth on full display. Cue wanted to take his head off right then and there, she had enough of everyone treating her like she just cured cancer.

Cue groaned as she sat down at her desk and covered her head with her hands, "No, not you too Zeke."

Zeke chuckled and put three things down on her desk, a manila folder, a white paper bag which contained a breakfast sandwich from the deli across the street, and a brand new pack Marlboro Reds.

"No it's okay you don't have to say it, I love you too Jonesy," Zeke teased, his eyes shining with amusement.

Cue looked up at him and rolled her eyes fondly at him, "Thanks Zeke," she paused to take a bite of her sandwich, before she continued. "Please tell me you have an ID on the victim."