SOS - Talia Bishop

PILOT

Anxious, anxious, and more anxious.

Today is Rookie day. First day of the Field Training program for new receuits. Jason, being a new TO, smiled with a hint of agitation and uncertainty as he walked in the locker room with Tim, a black Americano in hand.

"I love Rookie Day. It's Christmas and 'The Purge' in one." Tim grinded his teeth, looking over at a nervous figure standing beside the bench. "And there's my first present. Morning, Boot."

Jason turned to look at the recruit Tim's referring to. Man, did he really look that pathetic when he first joined the department, too?

The new rookie shifts his feet, "Good morning, sir—"

"Did I say you could talk?" Tim snapped, "You better pray I'm not your training officer, Boot, cuz I'll make your life a living hell."

Jason dropped his smile and put on a tense expression, "You better pray I'm not yours either. You probably won't survive the first hour with me."

Oddly, the rookie lit up and grinned, "Sir, I'd be thrilled to have either of you as my T.O.s. My father raised me to push myself to the edge of my abilities, and he'd be deeply disappointed if I failed to do so now that I've joined him in service."

Tim tilted his chin and gave Jason a look, "Your father is...?"

"Commander West of Internal Affairs, yes, sir."

Jason cocked an eyebrow, "Percy West's kid? That does make it interesting."

Tim's expression remain unimpressed, "Roll call in ten."

"Yes, sir," West scrambled away.

Jason opened his locker and placed his backpack inside, "Did you have to be that harsh?"

Tim shrugged and opened his own locker, "They learn best with pressure. That's how they improve."

"Well, I'm gonna start praying that I don't get the West kid. There's no way I'm having the commander's kid as my first rookie."

"I just hope my new rookie follows orders."

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Jason arrived at the briefing room, last of all training officers, and he shot an apologetic look at the three before sitting down next to Angela.

"All right, all right. Settle down. We got some new blood this morning," Sergeant Grey eyed the four rookies sat at the front row, then stopped at one of them, "And some pushing the expiration date."

Jason chuckled and looked over at Talia, "It would be insane if you got him. Oldest rookie with youngest T.O., oh, it'd be hilarious."

"Get up," Sergeant Grey ordered the rookies, "After six months together in the Academy, you've earned the right to be here. But you'll have to prove yourself to stay. The way we do things matters. Protocol and tradition are the metal from which every cop in this city is forged. Understand?"

The four rookies had their backs straight, chin up, "Yes, sir."

The sergeant nodded, "Sit down. It's time to play the Training Officer match game. Our contestants are: Lucy Chen, a hotshot who made her first arrest before clocking in for work. Victoria Bennett, currently the youngest rookie at the LAPD. Legacy Jackson West, who broke all his dad's records at the Academy. And John Nolan, who was born before disco died."

Everyone in the room started laughing again, the loudest coming from the T.O. table, and Jason received a playful nudge from Angela.

"And the winners are: Officer Bradford, you get our hotshot. Officer Cain, you get our young blood,"