2. Rookie Duty

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*(word)* = Time Skip


"Hey! Wait! Miss!" I shouted holding the side of my head. The woman continued to run away from me. "Damn she's quick.' I thought. 'The hell was in that bag?" I rubbed the side of my head and looked around. I was an idiot to assume so suddenly that she was the graffitist. I mean her chest wasn't that big, and she held herself like a man, but her hips definitely were a woman's and her face was absolutely gorgeous. It was dark though! Not like I could have noticed her face from a couple yards away.

My cell phone ran and I removed my hand from my head and took it out of my pocket and noticed it was my boss calling "Officer Stephen Geraldo, speaking." I answered formally.

"D'ya get 'im?" My boss' loud booming voice asked through the phone.

"No sir, just a civilian looking at his work." I said, grimacing at the memory of the girl's angry face.

"Great job, Geraldo. Too late once again." His voice sounded disappointed.

"Sir, I'm sorry, I was there as soon as I could!" I said loudly gesturing to no one in particular.

"I should have known returning you to duty so soon after your incident was a bad idea." I heard him mumble through the phone. I straightened my spine and my fist began to shake in anger.

"My injury has nothing to do with me not getting here on time."

"Yeah, sure whatever." My boss said lowly. "Tomorrow, you will be on rookie work."

"But sir!"

"That's final Geraldo." My boss said with an air of finality about his voice. I stood quietly for a bit before clearing my throat.

"Yes, sir. I understand sir, have a nice night, sir." I said and hung up. I groaned in frustration and shoved the phone in my back pocket. I unzipped my jacket and shoved my hands in my pockets. Why of all nights did that ass have to do graffiti tonight? It was too damn hot. Walking up a hill I unlocked my car and climbed in and blasted the AC. I held my face in front of the fan in order to blow the sweat off my forehead.

Clenching and unclenching my hands into fists my mind wandered to the girl with the backpack. She looked young. Couldn't have been older than 23. I mean, she was nicely dressed, so its obvious she had some sort of income. She was visually peculiar. 'You could have arrested her for assault.' I mean, I could have, but she didn't know I was law enforcement, so it's probably better that I didn't.

Now that I think about it, I've never blushed like that before. I mean, I've falsely arrested someone before, and almost caused the entire force to be sued for a couple thousand. I was very ashamed and embarrassed, but I never blushed like that. How did that girl have that effect on me? Shaking the girl out of my head, I started up the car and drove home. I had to sleep before the long rookie work day tomorrow.

*Next Day*

"Geraldo!" I heard my boss' voice. Spinning my chair around I faced him.

"Yes, sir?"

"Neighbors at the apartment building on Inca St. are saying there is a noise disturbance. Apartment 4b. Go check it out."

"Yes, sir." I sighed standing up and fixing my uniform.

"Don't give me attitude boy." My boss said a threatening tone in his voice.

"Yes sir." I walked away quickly and got into my police car. I checked the address and inserted it into my GPS. Turning on my radio I pulled out of the parking lot and went to the disturbance.

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