With Wesley
As the night stretched, the city's streets were bathed in the eerie glow of streetlights, casting long shadows that danced across the asphalt. It was the final hour of Wesley's and Grey's shift, and they were both looking forward to wrapping up the day. The patrol car cruised slowly through the quieter parts of the city, the engine's hum almost soothing.
Grey glanced over at Wesley, who was lost in thought, staring out the window at the passing buildings. "Quiet night," Grey remarked, his voice cutting through the silence.
Wesley nodded. "Yeah, it's almost too quiet."
Just as the words left his mouth, the radio crackled to life, the dispatcher's voice urgent. "7-Adam-100, we've got a possible 10-31 in progress near 5th and Maple. Suspect is reported to be armed and dangerous."
Grey's eyes narrowed. "Roger that, 7-Adam-100 en route." He glanced at Wesley, a serious expression on his face. "Looks like our last hour just got interesting."
Wesley's adrenaline spiked, the fatigue of the long shift melting away. "Let's get him."
Grey hit the gas, the patrol car speeding through the city streets, lights flashing as they headed toward the location. They saw a figure darting into an alleyway as they approached the intersection of 5th and Maple. The suspect was moving fast, clearly trying to lose them in the maze of narrow backstreets.
"There!" Wesley pointed, his eyes locked on the fleeing criminal.
Grey nodded, maneuvering the car to block the alleyway. "Let's move."
Both officers jumped out of the car, their training kicking in as they pursued the suspect on foot. The alley was dark, littered with trash and debris that made the chase treacherous. Wesley's heart pounded in his chest as he sprinted after the man, Grey close behind.
"LAPD! Stop!" Grey shouted, his voice echoing off the brick walls.
The suspect glanced back, panic in his eyes, but he didn't stop. Instead, he took a sharp turn down another alley, trying to lose them in the labyrinth of the city.
Wesley's instincts took over. He signaled to Grey and split off, taking a parallel path to cut off the suspect's escape. As he rounded the corner, he spotted the man trying to scale a chain-link fence.
"Not today," Wesley muttered under his breath. He closed the distance, grabbing the suspect by the leg just as he was about to get over the fence. With a swift pull, the man tumbled back down, crashing to the ground.
Grey was there in an instant, covering Wesley as he cuffed the suspect. "You're done," Grey said coldly, his voice steady.
The suspect struggled for a moment but quickly realized there was no point. "Alright, alright, I give up!" he panted, his face pressed into the concrete.
Wesley pulled the man to his feet, checking him for weapons. "Why'd you run?"
The suspect didn't answer, just stared at the ground, breathing heavily.
Grey shook his head, pulling out his radio. "7-Adam-100, suspect in custody. Requesting backup for transport."
Wesley handed the suspect over to Grey, who was securing him when he noticed something in the man's pocket—a gun, partially concealed. "Nice try," Grey said, confiscating the weapon and securing it safely.
Backup arrived shortly after, taking the suspect off their hands. Wesley and Grey watched as the man was loaded into the back of a patrol car.
As they headed back to their car, Wesley let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "One hell of a way to end the night."
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The Rookie (OC x Lucy) (Fan Fiction)
FanfictionWhen Wesley Wick, a former assassin, was caught in a bank robbery with his half-brother, John Nolan, Wesley and John decided to become police officers afterward, even though Wesley was a known assassin. They both joined the LAPD as police officers.
