The Rookie (OC x Lucy) (Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1: The Rookie

In Pennsylvania

John was studying divorce papers while Wesley waited in his brother's truck.

Suddenly, someone knocked on Wesley's window, causing him to flinch.

The woman outside said, "Banks open, John."

John looked up and replied, "Thanks."

Wesley, leaning out of the truck, asked, "Are you sure you don't want me to lend you some money? I can help, John."

John and Wesley climbed out of the truck, and John shook his head. "No, I need to handle this on my own. But I appreciate the offer."

The three of them walked into the bank together, the woman leading the way. As they moved, she broke the silence with a lighthearted remark, "So... Happy Divorce Day."

John replied, "That's not a thing."

Wesley chimed in, "I was just about to say that."

The woman smiled. "It should be. When my divorce went through, I took the boys to Disneyland."

John shook his head. "I'm not feeling the Matterhorn."

"Try to see this as an opportunity," she suggested.

John sighed. "Right now, I'm just trying to remember to wear pants."

The woman scoffed playfully, while Wesley added, "I hope you wear pants. I don't need to see you... you know."

"Shut up, Wes," John said, rolling his eyes. "I thought I'd feel relieved. Sarah and I agreed to stay together until Henry went to college. I've known this was coming for two years."

They entered a room with safe deposit boxes, and the woman put John's key into his box with a sigh. "So, what have you always wanted to do?"

John shrugged. "Uh, Chippendales? Or maybe the NFL—I'm not picky."

The woman opened the box and said, "I'm trying to help you, John."

Wesley added, "He bought a self-help book, but I had the cashier put it in a brown paper bag. He can't bring himself to open it."

The woman chuckled, and John asked, "Who am I?"

She responded, "I think the more important question is, 'Who do you want to be?'"

John nodded. "When I figure that out, I'll let you know."

She gave John a comforting hug, and Wesley glanced around, remaining cautious in the confined space. He always stayed alert in such situations.

After the woman left, giving John a final hug, Wesley said, "Can you hurry up? I'm not a fan of small spaces."

John replied, "You don't have to be in here with me, Wes. I promise I'll be fine."

Wesley frowned. "Dude, don't jinx it."

John scoffed. "I wasn't."

John opened his safe deposit box and took out his papers from his jacket, placing them inside the box. He then removed his wedding ring and added it to the box as well. After closing the box, he pushed it back into its slot.

Wesley sighed with relief. "Good, we can leave now."

As they headed toward the exit, the door burst open, and masked men stormed in. One of them hit the guard, sending gasps and screams through the room. Another masked man fired a shot into the ceiling.

"Everybody on the floor, now!" one of the robbers yelled.

Wesley muttered, "You had to jinx it, didn't you, brother?"