The Rookie

Kiss this

I checked myself over in the mirror for the millionth time, from head to toe making sure my name plate, badge, and pens were all there and looked neat. I let out a huge sigh, "well it's as good as it's going to get", I say out loud to no one in particular. I continue visually checking myself in the mirror, my all black uniform is neatly pressed, boots shined, my long brown hair neatly done up in a tight slick bun. And my duty belt secure with all the tools I need, Firearm, taser, O.C. spray, etc. I rub my hand down my face and sigh heavy again, why am I so nervous? I check my duty bag making sure I have all the necessary equipment law books, paper, that ugly neon yellow traffic vest, and what not. I turn and lean into the dark green metal lockers letting my head hit them carelessly with a metallic thud, I look up at the humming florescent light that's typical for any commercial building. I didn't want to be too early for my first day so I'm just hiding out in the women's locker room for now. Just as I look at the clock on the wall again, which still hasn't seemed to move, the door swings open and in walks a short muscular blonde woman with green brown eyes. She's wearing a Red sox baseball hat, a pink tank top, and black leggings. A large black American flag tattoo covered a good portion of her muscular upper arm. She walks over to the lockers finally noticing me, and with a huge smile turns to greet me.

"Hey there! I'm Caitlin Grant you must be the new girl Alex!" she goes to shake my hand then pulls me in for a hug, she was surprisingly strong.

I nervously answered, "Ye...yeah I'm Alex, Alex Wheeler". Taking a small step back, I turn to my locker again pretending to look busy. She continues making small talk with me as she puts her uniform on, I try not to look, but steal glances between answering her questions. As she pulls her shirt up over her head it gets stuck because she forgot to take her hat off. I can't help but look even though she wasn't my type "blondes!" I say in my head and roll my eyes. I walk over and pick her hat up off the floor and hand it to her, she's standing there in a black lacey bra. I turn around as calm as I can. I don't want to make her uncomfortable or right out advertise I'm a lesbian on the first day!

"Thank you!" she says with a smile. As I get more comfortable talking to Caitlin we start joking, and she offers to walk with me to roll call so I don't have to walk in alone, I excitedly accept the offer she can see on my face how relieved I am.

Just then the door to the locker room swings open again this time with more force than before. An angry looking brown-haired woman with icy blue eyes comes power walking in. She huffs loudly and throws her locker open letting it crash and rattle, "that fuckin' cock sucker" she says with a thick New Jersey accent, I jump a little not expecting it but keep quiet and watch. She's wearing her uniform pants and boots, with a black t-shirt that has the band Kiss on the front and reads "kiss this" I smile at this and shake my head. Her and Caitlin begin talking back and forth about a guy named Brad, I assume is her husband because she mentions kids, and on her hand is a wedding ring albeit small, I instantly feel deflated from that, but I'm not sure why. She calls him a barrage of other terrible names mentions something about him drinking again and passing out, and then goes to leave but stops and turns back around on her heels. That's when she finally notices me, she stands there rocking on her heels with her duty belt slung over her shoulder and uniform shirt unbuttoned, looking like a total badass. She eyes me up and down slightly surprised that I'm in here and she didn't notice. Our eyes meet and lock, she opens her mouth as if to speak but doesn't.

Our eye contact is interrupted by Caitlin , "Oh yeah! This is the new girl Alex, Alex this is Regan Miller". I nervously smile at her she just gives me a curt nod, walks back to her locker and grabs a pen which she crams in her breast pocket, and a pair of silver framed aviator sunglasses and lets them hang from her mouth, she spins back around never taking her eyes off me like one of those paintings that you swear is watching you. She walked out into the hallway letting the door close itself. I take a deep breath and let this all soak in, not trying to show that I was kind of intimidated.

"Never mind her, that's just.... well that's just Regan, she's actually nice once you get to know her". Caitlin  said putting her hand on my shoulder.

I smile and shake my head "Oh no worries, she seems..." I struggle to find the words, Caitlin just laughs shaking her head and pushes me out the door, towards the roll call room. As we get closer, I hear laughter and people talking loudly to one another. "Oh great!" I roll my eyes and sarcastically think to myself. Normally I wasn't this shy, but I knew in this job it was mostly men, or what I like to call the "good ol' Boys". They're usually loud, dick swinging, dirty, gross guys who act as if us women can't do anything ourselves, but don't mind checking us out and bragging to each other, which one will bang us first. I follow Caitlin's lead and dropped my duty bag next to hers on the floor outside of the room with everyone else's. We walk into roll call and it falls silent I kept my head down I could feel everyone staring at me, I took a seat next to Caitlin and sat silently. It was a good size room painted plain white, with white and blue grey tile floor. The room had radio chargers, filing cabinets, shelving, and two large white boards at the front of the room. There were 6 long tables put together to form a square, so everyone was facing each other, and a smaller one at the front of the room off set from the rest. The rooms conversation picks up again and everyone is joking and laughing, Regan is sitting across from me leaning back in her chair with her hands laced behind her head and carrying out a conversation with one of the other officers. Every now and again I steal a glance at her there's something about her I just.... like? Maybe it's just her overall presence, or...I don't know what it is, but I am so drawn to her. Just as she realizes I'm basically eye fucking her she sits up slowly and looks at me as if to say well what are you fucking gawking at? I avert my gaze obviously caught by her and turn my attention to the front of the room, out of the corner of my eye I see her fold her arms leaning forward resting her elbows on the table and stare at me.

With perfect timing an older, worn looking man stepped through the door to the front of the room, everyone grew silent. He was tall and in decent shape, his uniform was the same as everyone's but had a gold badge and two small gold rectangular pins on the shoulder's this was to show his rank as a Lieutenant. He only wore a gun on his waist rather than a full duty belt, and had handcuffs tucked in the back of his waistband. He had a coffee mug in one hand and a few pieces of paper in the other. He placed the mug on the table, its white ceramic stained with old coffee and a worn Sig Sauer logo in red and black on the outside. He sat down and made small talk with everyone and slid his eyeglasses down from his silvery grey hair that still has some black left in it.