y/n just graduated the police academy and applied to become an officer for the Chicago Police Department. After landing the job at the 21st precinct, you catch a glimpse of the sergeant of the Intelligence Unit.
I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO ANY CHARA...
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(tw: mentions of conceal carry & firearms)
( y/n: Your Name, y/l/n: Your Last Name, e/c: Eye Color)
As you wake up from a short sleep, stretching and reaching for your phone to check what time it is. It's 6:04am, Hopping out of bed and adjusting the covers, making it seem like it's made; but it really isn't.
Heading into the bathroom looking at yourself in the mirror. "I look like hell." you say, as you part your hair and brush through it, while turning on the faucet. You bend down looking into the cupboard for your face wash, makeup bag and a new box of contacts. Getting ready for your first day as a Chicago police officer, you throw on some light makeup and put in your contacts after brushing your teeth.
You walk into the kitchen, which is only a few steps away. you let out a heavy sigh. Living in Chicago had many pro's and con's. One con was living in a small apartment with extremely high rent; but you managed to be pretty steady when it came to paying rent. you light the stove and move my tea kettle over the flame. Waiting for the water to boil, you toast a piece of bread and butter the top. Hearing the kettle whistle, you quickly grab a tea bag and a coffee mug out of the cupboard. Rushing over to the stove, you pour the hot water into the cup.
Checking your phone, time got away from you and you didn't want to be late. Making sure that you have everything, you shut off the lights and lock the door behind you. You throw your tan messenger bag over your shoulder and get into the elevator. Reaching the main floor, you walk out the doors of the lobby and into the parking lot. Unlocking your Dodge Caliber from 20 feet away. As you reach your car, you throw your bag into the passenger seat and drive to the precinct.
You park in the lot marked "Visitors", not knowing where else to park. Turning off the ignition, you take a deep breath and grab your bag off the seat. Stepping outside of your car, the warm early September air brings you a form of comfort as you quickly walk up the steps into the 21st district.
Walking up to the front desk, you notice a woman with 3 arrows on her sleeve.
"Good morning Sergeant..Platt" You say as you look down at her name tag.
She looks up, seeing your e/c eyes with that familiar sparkle.
"Good morning, I'm going to guess, it's your first day?" Platt says in a judgmental tone.
Feeling a little dumb, you smile and shake your head. She motions over a younger man.
"This is Officer Mark Villa." Platt says.
Shaking his hand you introduce yourself.
"Hello, I'm y/n". You say with a cheeky smile.
"This is going to be your partner." Platt intervenes.
"Come with me, I'll show you where you can change and put your stuff." Mark says, leaning over to you. You Follow him upstairs. He leads you through a room and down the hallway.
Almost running into an older man, you apologize.
He looks at you and nods as he passes by the both of you. Shaking your head, you continue to follow Mark into a room. He shows you to an empty locker.
"You can put all your stuff in here and change into these". He says, handing you a uniform.
"I will give you a minute to change, I will be right outside." Mark says as walks out of the room.
You slip out of your formal shirt and black jeans and put on the starchy black slacks and a blue button down shirt. You grab your Glock 19 out of your holster that you were wearing with your other pants. You walk out of the locker room, finding Mark on the other side of the door. He then takes you back downstairs to get your utility belt and radio.
He hands you a black belt with a side holster– you were a bit unhappy with having to carry on your side, because you usually conceal carry from your appendix.
You buckle the belt around your waist and let out a laugh while you pull up your slacks.
Mark looks up from his phone, "I know, it's a lot of stuff to carry." he lets out a little giggle; "but you get used to it."
Mark looks over your uniform to make sure you had everything.
"Oh, I almost forgot. Here." He says, handing you a bulletproof vest that you put on over your head. Adjusting the velcros, Mark then clips the radio onto your shoulder.
"You look like you're ready!" He says as you tug at the collar of your shirt.
Mark leads you out of the room and back into the familiar front lobby of the 21st. Then you both walk out the front doors and head to your squad car.
Mark gets in the driver side, as you climb into the passenger side. Buckling up, he pulls the car out onto the road and drives 15 minutes north to the area you two were going to be patrolling for that shift.
