MORGAN'S MISSING

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December 6th, 2017
California, Los Angeles

Officer Daniel Ramirez:

     "Ugh" I groan, stretching my cramping limbs across my recliner. Having fallen asleep on it was a terrible mistake. One I always make when Landans over, he's a couch hog. Looking around I take notice of all the empty beer bottles littered around my living room. I don't remember anything after the tense conversation about Morgan. Though I could tell I had a good time. I look over at Landan who's still knocked out, his long limbs dangling over the couch.

       "11:40am" I read the time, throwing my head back down into the recliner's headrest. Instant mistake, a throbbing pain erupted in my head. 'Fuck me, I'm such a lightweight' I groan to myself. With wobbly legs I stand up, heading into the bathroom. Rummaging through the pill cabinet I find what I'm looking for. Ibuprofen. Throwing four into my mouth I lean into the sink, turning the water on a gulping down some. I stand up, looking at myself in the mirror. My slightly overgrown buzz cut laid flat against my head. I run a hand through the brown locks, trying to look more presentable. My blue eyes looked red and irritated, I could feel their dryness everytime I blinked. Opening the cabinet back up I pull out my eye drops, squirting three drops into each eye.

*DING*
*DING*
*DING*
*CHIME*
*DING*
*CHIME*
*CHIME*
*CHIME*

     I quickly realize the sound of Landans and my phone going off. I hastily shut the cabinet, rushing into the living room. Though not before smacking my head against the door frame. For some reason the bathroom frame was the only one slightly shorter than the others. Which meant many headaches for me. It effectively made my head pound even harder. I walk into the living room, a hand on my head as I look for the phones.

       "Yo! Landan!" I shout, grimacing slightly and shove him. He stirs but doesn't wake up. I quickly spot my phone under the small coffee table in front of the couch. Reaching for it I answer.

      "Hello?"

     "LANDAN! Get up!" I push my phone away as I yell at him, kicking him with my foot. He jolts away, instantly looking confused before glaring at me.

      "What the fuck!" He shouts, quickly rubbing his head.

       "Shut up, your phone is ringing!" I say, though I can't point out where his phone is. Remembering my call I bring my phone back to my ear.

     "Sorry, what?" I asked, plugging my other ear as Landan very loudly rummaged around.

     "Daniel! Get your ass in ASAP! We have a robbery and need backup! Get Landans ass too!" The familiar voice of Officer Skylar greets me.

     "We'll be there!" I say, instantly awake.

     "What's going on?" Landan asks, still looking for his phone. Which was conveniently in his back pocket. Groaning, I reach down plucking it out of his back pocket and throwing it at his head.

      "Stupid how did you not feel it?! Anyways! Work! Robbery and they need backup." I inform him, rushing into my room to get changed. As I pull up my pants Landan walks in. A sheepish smile on his face. I roll my eyes, pointing to my closet. He smiles, rushing to put on one of my spare uniforms. The pant legs and shirt sleeves needed to be rolled slightly for him since the height difference. Rushing towards the front door, I shove my phone in my pocket. Sliding on my vest and badges, as well as my belt holster.

       "Let's go!" I shout, shoving my feet into the boots and grabbing my keys.

       "Right behind ya!" Landan laughs, struggling with his own shoes. We both rush out, quickly locking the door we part ways with a nod. Getting into the cop car I set up the computer and radio.