LA's finest. Now that depended on whom you asked.
For Tim Bradford his answer was easy, there was no way those scummy idiots were any better than his well oiled machine of police officers. Especially if you were to pair them against the idiots whic...
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Not even the joy of seeing the first print of her mock sexy calendar could bring Sophia joy. Placed onto the table in front of her captain with a laugh was not enough to brighten the damp moods of the two firefighters hidden away in the office. Sophia couldn't even laugh at the horrible takes on the poses, the fake moustaches drawn in biro onto plasters, the horrible fake muscle suits. Nothing could bring her out of the dump she was currently in.
And there was one singular cause for said dump.
Taylor Kelly.
Sophia hadn't really had an issue with the travel reporter before now. Probably because she never listened to the live travel report. She knew little about the red haired lady up until this moment in time, other than the fact that the 118 had saved her from a helicopter crash a week or so prior. And now now Taylor Kelly was becoming one of the biggest pains in Sophia's backside possibly ever.
The reporter had taken to following the team around everywhere recording whilst they were at work. She was recording their interactions at the station, on the way to scenes and finally what they were doing whilst responding. She was jeopardising the credibility of their actions and the trust of which their patients and civilians were having. And there was no sign of the red haired woman giving up any time soon. She was clearly biting at the chance to make a bigger more noteworthy story and get away from traffic reporting for good. But Sophia couldn't see how this report the woman was going to do was going to help her, or the fire station. Whatever it was, Sophia was under the belief the reporter and her team had overstayed their welcome and needed to leave. Promptly.
"Sophia she doesn't like me very much does she?" Talking of the horrible reporter, and Sophia was once again to hear the woman's grating voice only this time it was talking about her. And Sophia stopped in her tracks her path diverted from where she was heading to grab a drink a new mission taking over.
"Well, not entirely. She just doesn't see the need for the attention, this life is all about helping people not making a show of it. She'll come to be a little less standoff-ish to you eventually." Bucks voice was the next thing Sophia heard and she had to fight off a laugh, the poor boy was trying to make the reporter feel better about the situation. Sophia hung around for a little while after, waiting until she heard the heavy footsteps of Buck walking away from the reporter to make herself known.
"He's wrong you know." Sophia made her presence known smiling upon seeing the reporter jump at her sudden appearance.
"You heard all that?"
"Voices travel in places like this, should probably keep that in mind next time." Sophia paused "Honestly just stop trying to get me to be part of this story. I'm happy here in the sidelines, leave me to do my job and I'll leave you to do yours." Sophia did not wait to hear the red-haired woman's response before leaving and heading back towards the kitchen where she had initially been aiming towards, her clanky water bottle making a loud slam as she set it down on the counter.
