You wake up the next morning, sweating and breathing heavily. You had the worst nightmare you could possibly ever have. But you didn't want to dwell on it so you got up and immediately went to the bathroom.
You switched the nob on the shower to lukewarm water. You pulled off your sweat covered clothes and stepped in. You smile faintly as the water hits your face. You run your fingers through your wet (c.o.h.)* to let the water get all the way to your scalp. Once you've finished messing with your hair, you grab your shampoo and squeeze a decent amount into your hair.
~time skip~
After you finish washing everything, you step out and wrap a towel around yourself. You step in front of your mirror and look at your (c.o.e.)* eyes. You smile faintly before drying your body and hair.
You put on your regular work outfit and grab your belt. You put your gun in it's holster, the baton in it's clip thing, the pepper spray in your pocket, and your taser in it's clip thing as well. You walk out onto your front porch and shut your door, locking it behind you.
You walk casually to your police cruiser and get in, putting your seatbelt on after starting the car. You flip the radio on and immediately dispatch calls you on.
"(L/N), call on that black and red suit guy on Broadway. 10/4?" The radio buzzes.
You sigh heavily and reply, "10/4"
