Bully, turned best friend, turned lover?! - A Greg Jenko Love Story

Don't Feed the Ducks!

A week later, we were at the park. Not enjoying the lovely sunny day like most people, oh no. We were on duty. I couldn't help but laugh every time I looked at what Greg or Morton were wearing- the police force required them to wear biking shorts (which are like super tight shorts) and a tight t-shirt with a police printed cycling helmet.

Women however, had a more slack uniform, so I had turned up wearing boot-cut black trousers, a button-down white blouse, with my hair in a ponytail with wisps framing my face, and my police badge hanging on one of my belt buckles.

I had gone to get a drink from a nearby cafe and came back to Greg and Morton telling a kid not to feed the ducks. When the kid dropped the bread in the water, I intervened.

"You think you're funny kid?" demanded Morton.

"Hey, Morton- calm it," I pointed at him, before turning to the kid in question, "Hey buddy, what's your name?"

"Tyler," he replied.

"Well, Tyler, I am Officer Schmidt, and that man there is my brother. Now, I know what my brother's like. He can be annoying and can get annoyed very easily, so could you do me a massive favour? So he doesn't go home and annoy me all night long about the kid who fed the ducks, could you maybe, take your bread and go back to your parents? Who brought you? Your Mom? Well why don't you take that bread back to her and play something instead. Surely playing football or Frisbee is better than feeding some boring old ducks, right?"

"Okay!"

"Okay, yeah? Awesome!" then I held out my fist, "Respect, little man!"

He punched my fist with his, and we both brought them back yelling 'Boom!'

"Bye, Officer Schmidt! You're really cool!" yelled Tyler as he ran off to who I assume was his mother.

"So are you, Tyler. See ya around, buddy!" I called after him, before turning round to two rather bemused looking young men.

"What?" I asked.

"How did you do that?" demanded Morton.

"Being good with kids does help quite often," I said, "Besides, why are you so pissed off? I stopped him from feeding the ducks!"

"I had him," Morton muttered, stalking off.

I sighed, "I just can't win!"

Greg laughed, draping his arm round my shoulder; "Just let him be, he'll come around to your mad skills sooner or later."

We both laughed and followed Morton, only for him to crash into us on his way back.

"What is it?" Greg and I asked at the same time, listening to Morton pant.

"Those drug dealers- those famous drug dealers. They're over there right now!"

We all looked in the direction Morton's finger was pointing and saw a group of bikers, smoking something.

"You see what I see?" asked Greg.

"Cannabis sativa," Morton and I replied in unison.

"Whoo! Let's go! If we take them down on our first bust, we'd be off park duty for sure!" stated Morton, getting on his bicycle, and pedalling away.

Greg did the same, and I could just imagine the Mission Impossible Theme playing in their heads, but I ruined it by being able to walk at the same pace they cycled, up to the group of drug-dealers.