Why Me

Patrol

Emily's POV

''Are you ready?'' Sam asks.

''Only if I can drive this time.'' I say and throw in my puppy eyes.

''Those won't work on me.'' He says while pointing his fingers at my eyes. ''It will look like a 14 year old behind the wheel. Other cops will arrest you.'' Sam gives me a playful smile. He will always make a comment on my appearance if he gets the opportunity.

''I don't look like a 14 year old.'' 

''Yeah you do.'' Sam opens the door and sits in the driver seat, again! He almost never lets me drive. I know why but I would like to drive to sometimes. The only problem is that I am kinda short compared to Sam (ugh ugh 5'3). So if we have to chase anyone he can't really get in the car and he's used to sit in the drivers seat so that will only slow us down.  And a slow us is bad us.

Tonight we do patrol. We ride around and make sure that everything is safe. Sometimes it's the case that we are close to an incident and then we go there instead of are collegues who need to come from the station. 

After driving around for a hour and not really doing anything we get a call.

''There is a fight inside a bar 'Paradise' at Lincolnstreet 221, 501 you're close, back up will be send if necessary.'' The voice on the radio says.

''501 is on his way.'' Sam responds. 501 is the number of our car. That way the station knows who is where. It's a lot easier then saying our names, 'Weaver and Giles are on there way', that just sounds stupid. 

We're only two minutes away from the fight. We drive into Lincolnstreet and already see the bar. There're two men fighting outside and a lot of people are standing around them cheering them on. Sam stops the car close to the fight and we get out.

''Police! Stop with fighting or we have to arrest you.'' I say loud. Some people around the two fighting men slowly walk away. The remaining people are probably the drunk ones. They keep cheering and don't even notice us. 

The two fighters didn't hear me or just act like they didn't.  So I repeat myself again.

''Police! Stop with fighting our we have to arrest you.'' And again no responds. They keep hitting each other. Sam gives me a nod and I know what to do. Sam gets the big guy on the right and I the one on the left. We pull the guys away from each other but they are not happy with it. 

The guys try to get back at each other so I lay the guy I try to hold on the ground. The two man are trying to get back at each other, so with some fighting tactics I lay the man down on the ground. I can smell the alcohol coming from around him and I know he is under the influence. 

''Hands behind your back.'' I say to him while he tries to get up from underneith me. He keeps resisting and tries to get on his feet again. I look to Sam who also has some problem with his guy. Sam pushes the guy genlty against the car and he puts the handcuffs on him.

''Once again, hands behind your back.'' I say to the guy. He is still trying to get lose.

''Sweetheart, if you want something kicky we can do that but I think we should go somewhere privat, don't you think?'' The guy says with a smirk. 

I hear those comments many times. I don't like them but what can I do about it. The best is to just ignore it.

The guy suddenly pushes himself up from the ground with both his hands. He might not be as big as the other guy but still, I was practically sitting on top of him. He turns around facing me. I try to get a better grip on his arm. I see his free arm going backwards and then coming towards my face real quick.

Before I even can react his fist connects with my nose. Damn it! I try to hold on to him but he managed to get his arm away from me and he is now making a run for it. I don't waste a second to go after him. 

The guy turns around facing me. His arms slips through my hand and he punches me in the face, right on my nose. I fall backwards and I already feel the blood dripping out of it. But that isn't important. The guy runs away, of course. I get up and follow him. 

''In pursuit of a white men in his mid twenties, about 5'8 feet and light hair.'' I say through the radio. 

''Back up is on scene, I am coming after you.'' I hear Sam respond. I don't focus on him, I focus on the guy I am following. Lucky for me he has had some drinks and that is my adventages. He can't run as fast as he would normally be capeble to do.

Suddenly he turns and runs into a alley. I am only a couple feet away from him. I turn around the corner and something hards hits my face. This time it isn't a fist. It feels like a steel pipe. Before I know it I am down against the wall. I see him run away and I try to get up again but I feel dizzy. Sam comes running around the corner and he doesn't even see me. I lost the guy out of sight. I see Sam running through the alley and stop mid way, probably also lost the guy out of sight.

''Weaver  where are you?'' Sam asks through the radio.

''I am in the alley but I lost sight of him.'' I say.

''Me to, where are you I can't see you.'' Sam says.

''I am in the beginning by the corner.'' I decide not to tell through the radio that I can't get up. Then they just worry. I see Sam walking towards me.

''Owh your nose is bleeding.'' He says. I touch underneith my nose and look at my finger with blood on them

''Really? I hadn't noticed that.'' I say with sarcasm.

''Come on, I lost him to, we should go back towards the car. Maybe his fight buddy knows who he is.'' Sam says while already walking around the corner. I try to stand up and hold on to the wall. I try to focus.

''How hard did this guy hit me, geez.'' I say mumling while rubbing my hand over my head.

''Weaver? Are you okay?'' Suddenly Sam is back and he looks a bit worried.

''Yes I'm fine. He hit me with something on the head, I just need to wait a little to make to world stop spinning so fast.'' 

''Where did he hit you?'' Sam asks and I point to my forehead. ''Can you stand by yourself?'' He asks me.

''If you can wait just a little longer.'' I say.

''I can but I don't think you can.'' He says. He puts his arm around me and helps me walk back to the car. I sit down on the passenger side, like always, not that I really want to drive right now. 

Sam opens my door again and kneels down in front off me.

''Do you feel better?'' 

''A little.'' I say.

''Do you feel like fainting or throwing up?'' He asks and I shake my head. ''Maybe we should get you checked out in the hospital.'' 

''No! There is no need for that. I am already feeling a lot better. We can just go to the station.'' I say. I really hate hospitals. Hospitals are places I don't like to come because of my past. They only remind me of bad things. I know the docters only want to help you get better but I still don't like them.

''I don't really think you have a choice in this matter. I mean no offence but you look like shit.'' Sam says.

''Thanks.'' My voice filled with sarcarsm. ''And yes I do have a choice and I don't need to go to the hospital. Just a good night of sleep will help.'' I say looking him straight in the eyes with my big blue eyes.

''Alright. We go to Sergent Williams and then I'll take you home.'' He closes my door and gets in the driverseat. We drive of to the station. I look outside of the window. Well this was a short shift, I think by myself. 

I already know that, no matter how hard I try, Williams will send me home if not directly to the doctor. But I can obviously try my best to stay, right?