3 Stepbrothers

Sleeping Beauty

Bill (Third) POV

Bill was un-buttoning his shirt while standing beside his locker. A long day of work only to be rewarded by the pleasure of going home, was all Bill could think about. The rain outside was only getting worse but luckily there wasn't a thunderstorm. He wouldn't mind a storm right now though. With Cole, Bill is able to in-trust him to take care of Suzie as they played their little game. "How's Pixie, Lexton?" Bill directed to his friend.

Lexton was one of the younger men at the station. He took one of the jobs of keeping the K9 Unit. His German shepherd, Pixie, gave birth to a litter of pups that were going to be used at the station after they went through the training. Lexton smiled towards Bill as he entered the combination into his locker. "She's doing good." He opened the door to the locker and pulled out his shirt. "The puppies are a pain though."

Bill chuckled, "Yeah I heard they can be a handful."

Lexton shrugged. "So Bill," He said putting his belt on while strapping his tazer at one side. Just as Bill was getting off duty, Lexton would have to take the night shift. "I heard you'll become Chief once Deliv steps down."

Bill smiled gently trying not to show his excitement. For years he's hated his boss and vowed that if he ever became Chief, he wouldn't be heartless. After all, Bill started working at the station in his mid-twenties. There were men that were older than him but haven't been working in the same area for as long as he has. "Yeah hopefully." Bill finished dressing into his regular clothing. Sometimes he'd have time to change at home but there were times he was late and changed at the station instead.

"I hope so too." Lexton sighed fixing the collar of his shirt as he looked into the small mirror attached inside the locker. "He truly is a devil sometimes."

"I know..." Bill finished changing and headed out the locker room. He stopped by the small lounge where he found a few of his friends that also just finished their shifts. Usually after work they all got together for coffee and snacks.

"Bill."

"Hey man."

"Look," Bill's friend held up a box of doughnuts. "I got your favorite too."

Bill laughed and took a seat on the edge of the table reaching for a Boston Creme. He and his friends started talking about their lives or recent things that happened on the job. After the stereotype that cops always eat doughnuts, the police officers of the station decided to make it a weekly treat. Sometimes when they were partnered up they'd stop by the doughnut shop and eat the doughnuts on the side of the street. People would drive by and stare knowing the stereotype was true, when in reality it was the cops that were enjoying teasing the people.

"How much longer until he retires?" One of the female's in the group asked.

Bill shrugged, "He told me a few months. A year maybe."

"Good riddance." One snorted. "I've hated that bastard the day I walked in here."

"How many has he fired since you've been here Bill?"

"Well," Bill chewed his doughnut while thinking, "I'd have to estimate. But minimum two a year. Which doesn't sound like a lot, but I've been here almost thirty years."

Lexton came panting in the lounge. He looked around the room until his eyes landed on Bill. "You need to come. Now. There was a car wreck."

Bill's eyebrows narrowed. "I was just headed home. I'm off work, get Daniel to go."

"You don't understand," Lexton moved towards Bill and grabbed his wrist pulling him off his feet. "Your daughters are in the car."

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