As I begin to head for the passenger door I notice that Lopez hasn't moved from where she was standing between the passenger doors on the right side of the Shop.
"Ma'am?" My questioning tone draws a smirk out of Angela Lopez.
"Normally I'd be the lead Officer while training a Rookie…but I think you'll do better if I start you off as the lead Officer, you seem more like the type that learns best by doing…"
"You're not wrong…" I offer a confirming nod to accompany my words which prompts Angela to hold out the Shop's keys and fob to me.
Once we're in the shop I put on my seatbelt then slide the key into the ignition, "Now we're inside the Shop, log in to the box by putting in your serial number first. Once you're done with that I'll give you my serial number to enter in for me." Angela immediately transitions into a teaching moment.
I do as Angela says, and take it a step further by testing the sirens, and strobe lights then take things a step further by testing the secondary loud speaker that can be used by an Officer to communicate commands from the relative safety within their shop.
"Not bad, Boot…now radio dispatch and let them know that we are now actively on Patrol Duty."
"Dispatch, this is Seven-Adam-Seven reporting in for patrol." I speak into the mic while glancing at Angela to see if she's going to offer any critique to my radio ethic when she doesn't I reset the mic back into it's bracket and start the engine of the Shop, put it in drive and begin driving to the start of Angela's and I's patrol route.
"Confirmed…Seven-Adam-Seven, you have been added to the roster for active calls." A woman's voice comes over the speakers that I remember as being Nel, the dispatch operator who has a soft spot for Bradford and has her own true crime podcast.
We aren't more than twenty feet from the street when a riced out black Honda Civic SI, blows by us way over the speed limit.
I immediately turn on the lights and sirens and begin pursuit, while reaching out and grabbing the radio mic.
"Dispatch, this is Seven-Adam-Seven. We are in hot pursuit of a speeding slash reckless driver in a black sedan plate number-" As I am reporting to dispatch Angela takes the mic from my hand.
"Concentrate on the pursuit. I'll finish communicating with dispatch." And with that Angela reads off the plate number to Nel.
"Copy that Seven-Adam-Seven, I just got a hit on the plates of the vehicle you are pursuing. It belongs to one Joseph Tran, a local Triad member with a long rap sheet of resisting arrest, assaults…and street racing. Proceed with caution." Nel gives us the download while our suspect's file gets sent to our box.
As the speedometer reaches a hundred miles an hour with a busy intersection up ahead, "Ma'am permission to perform a high risk high speed pit maneuver?"
"Permission granted, Boot!" With Angela's go ahead I mash the accelerator pedal to the floor and start to gain ground on the Civic, reaching the sweet spot I lightly bump the rear left side of the Civic and send it into a screeching spin.
Grabbing the loudspeaker mic as I stop ten feet from the suspects car. "Driver, turn off the ignition and throw the keys outside the passenger side window then stick your hands out of the driver's side window." I command through the loudspeaker while also beginning to get out of the Shop, Angela copying my action of slowly getting out of the shop like a mirrored image.
Surprisingly the guy who looks like an older version of Johnny Tran from Fast & Furious does as I told him to.
Fully getting out of the shop fob in hand, I make sure to lock the Shop's doors. Angela and I approach Tran's car in a staggered formation with her taking the position of lead with our sidearms drawn.
"Joseph Tran. Slowly, open the door from the outside and exit the vehicle!" I bark out in a loud booming/commanding tone of voice.
"Make me pig!" Tran shouts back vigorously, as Angela stalks up on Tran, I move to the passenger side still keeping a staggered formation but one that won't make both of us easier targets to get shot.
Just as Angela was reaching for the door handle, my danger sense blares an alarm in my head. "Angela, look out!" I shout but it's too late as Tran pulls his arms back into his car and uses the door as a battering ram then reaches for a hilt of something that is located between the driver's seat and the center console.
He grabs the hilt and lunges out of his car, the hilt belongs to a machete that is now raised in the air and about to come down on Lopez who is still recovering from the hit she just took.
I don't think…I don't have the time to think because Angela's life is in danger, I just pull the trigger three times while aiming at Tran's center mass. putting three rounds in Tran's back…my ears start ringing and I start to feel dizzy.
I dazedly begin walking around the car to Lopez and Tran's location. Tran is face down on the ground, a large pool of blood already forming underneath his, Angela holsters her sidearm while I keep mine trained on Tran even after she kicks the machete away from his hand and takes his pulse.
"Then she proceeds to grab her radio, dispatch this is Seven-Adam-Seven, the suspect from the chase is down, I repeat the suspect is deceased. Notify the Watch Commander." I hear Angela speaking into her radio but she sounds like she's a million miles away, I can't look away from Tran's body and the blood pooling around it.
My hands are shaking, and I struggle to holster my sidearm. 'I killed someone…I killed someone on my first day, was there some other way I could have gone about this?' Thousands of questions and different scenarios play out in my head.
Feeling dazed and underwater, I begin trying to excuse myself for killing someone.
"He just lunged at you with the machete-"
"We can't talk about this until after we're both questioned. It could be considered conspiracy and that would compromise I.A. 's investigation." Angela immediately cuts me off.
"Right…sorry…should I secure my sidearm in the evidence box in the Shop?" I apologize sincerely. My heart is pounding in my chest, and I feel an ever increasing sense of panic.
"No, don't move from where you are standing and keep your hands away from your duty belt as an officer and as your T.O. we can't secure your weapon ourselves, only a senior officer that wasn't part of the incident can secure your weapon. If we were to do it, it would be considered evidence tampering."
"But this is a homicide, and I have to treat it like any other crime scene and you like any other suspect. I don't want to have to put you in cuffs or the cage. But I will if you interfere with me securing the scene and preserving the evidence."
"Right…I'm a suspect…" I answer her and start to feel like I'm drowning, breathing becomes difficult and I stumble backwards until my back hits the shop, then I slide down to the ground sitting on the hot asphalt with my back against the rear passenger door.
I'm really out of it by the time Sergeant Grey and a whole slew of officers and a corner wagon show up, someone presses a metal clipboard into my hands and I begin filling out accident reports, and give my statement to a detective from I.A.
Grey walks over to me, secures my firearm and asks me the same question he asks Nolan in the series, from where did you discharge your weapon and how many rounds did you discharge from your weapon.
He then goes on to tell me about needing my union rep and lawyer, before escorting me to his shop and taking me back to the station, I call Monica Stevens one of the six members of my defense team.
Who I forgot to call for Friday, get questioned by at least a dozen different people before I find myself having just finished being processed then sitting across from Jackson's dad.
"You're Jackson's dad…we met at graduation…" I mumble trailing off, the man confirms as much but lays down the law about him being I.A.
I make my official I.A. statement, and then am released into Monica's custody.
As Monica is escorting me out of the station I get ambushed by Lucy, Nolan and Jackson who each give me a hug and offer words of comfort.
Monica leads me away from them though before I can say anything and pushes me into the back of my Rolls Royce that Alfred is driving then gets in the back with me.
She begins talking to me about my case but it goes in one ear and out the other, while I remain silent the entire ride to my building.
"Lux…why are you taking me to a nightclub Alfred?" I question the man who lets out a soft sound of what approaches fatherly concern.
"Sir, Lux is just a business that operates out of your building…the club belongs to your tenant Lucifer Morningstar."
"Oh…okay…I think I'm hungry."
"Anything in particular, sir?"
"Cheese burgers, fries…chicken tender…mint ice cream…" My food order spills from my lips. I hear Monica huff something and Alfred lets out a disgusted sound but I don't pay much attention when the car pulls into my private underground garage and Monica escorts me to the elevator and to my multi floor loft?"
Monica doesn't say anything but walks me to the couch and pushes me so that I fall backwards onto it.
Then she proceeds to begin removing her lady boss power suit stripping down to some sexy red lingerie and straddles my lap.
"Monica?" My question sounds surprised to my own ears but she just says shush to me and begins kissing me while holding my face in her hands.
Her warm soft lips against my own makes me feel grounded and present in the moment, the feeling of her body pressing against mine fills me with a comforting warmth.
Monica breaks the kiss and interlocks her arms around my neck while leaning backwards to smirk down at me, "If I knew this was how I could snap you out of that state of shock, I would have staddled and made out with you at the station." Monica teases and I find myself laughing as I lean forward to press my face against her tits.
"There's probably some ethical code that prevents you from fucking your hot, rich clients right?" I ask Monica, feeling an urgency to push away everything from today and distract myself with her.
"Would I have changed into this sexy underwear and straddled your lap if there was?" Monica asks me with an arrogance in her voice that makes her all the more sexy, as she slides her arms from around my neck and begins unbuttoning my spare uniform, as I had to change out of the one that I wore on patrol as it was considered evidence.
"Well…we both know you are a very…very naughty girl." I tease Monica while sliding my hands up her sides, reaching behind her back, and deftly unhook her bra, then slide my hands down to her ass, "I don't think I've ever been happier that I pouched you from that subpar law firm…in New York, when you were a paralegal." My words are a soft murmur as I cup/begin to knead Monica's firm/toned ass cheeks that have just the right amount of marshmallowy goodness.
The laugh that leaves Monica is incredibly thrilling, "I was so lost and angry when you found me like that…I don't even want to imagine what would have happened to me if it was anyone else." Monica mutters softly a month after Wesley Evers broke off their engagement by cheating on her. Monica had been searching for something at the bottom of a bottle for a few months before we met by chance. In that time she got hooked on pain pills and anti-dipresent she got taken to a club. By a co-worker at Hardman, Wolfram & Pearson, that was a front from some scumbags that ran a sex trafficking ring for the wall street crowd.
"You would have gotten yourself out of it…you're a survivor Monica." Monica's soft hum tells me she doesn't quite agree but her soft warm hands against the bare skin of my lower abdomen draw a soft sound of appreciation out of me.
"Shh, enough talking Alfred will be back any minute and I still have to look over the contracts that Beth sent over from her acquisitions department." For some reason a soft chuckle leaves as memories of me buying out Beth Dutton's last employer's business and offering her something approaching a partnership where she basically runs part of my company as if it was her own with minimal oversight and intrusion on my end.
Standing up from the couch I carry Monica to the bedroom, "And what if I want you to spend the night so you can coach me for my interview tomorrow with the review board…"
"Well…I might just have to start billing you for, over time…" Monica succulently murmurs and starts kissing me again.
Reaching my bedroom I throw Monica onto the bed drawing a giggle out of the stunningly beautiful redhead and proceed to take off my clothes as fast as I can while she slides her bra off of her shoulders and tosses at me, before slowly sliding her thong off and then proceeding to wave it around in the air a couple of times before tossing it my way to.
Monica spreads her legs wide in a v-shape, while slowly running her left hand up her body from between her thighs, her right hand behind her head, the way she smiles and partially bites her bottom lip sends a thrill down my spine and into my balls.
"Please Mr.Officer, I'll do anything to make those charges go away." The sudden bribing an officer thing is a twist I didn't expect.
Recovering quickly I walk into my walk-in closet and grab a pair of long chain handcuffs, walk up to the bed and flip Monica over onto her stomach and handcuff her to the head board of the bed.
Leaning in and pressing a kiss against the side of Monica's neck, "If you need it…you know the safe word." I break the roleplay for a moment before straightening my back and spanking Monica's right ass cheek, the moan that leaves her echoing off of the wall.
"OHH-SPANK ME AGAIN OFFICER!!!" Monica yells at the top of her lungs, while I slide into her tight cunt.
Pumping in and out of Monica's cunt, drawing loud cries from her, her usual arrogant, prim and authoritative attitude gone.
An insistent knock at the door brings me back to the world just as I'm about to reach my release.
"Sir, my apologies for the interruption, but there is an Officer Lopez here to see you." Alfred's voice comes from the other side of the door, but I thrust one more time into Monica who comes with me.
"OOOhh-fuck!" Monica cries out, her body locking up for half a second before it's rocked by shudders that could give me whiplash.
Grabbing a key to the cuffs from the nightstand, I uncuff Monica's wrists seeing that the skin is red around her wrists from where the cuffs rubbed. I gently brush my thumbs over the skin of her wrists.
"Remind me to get soft restraints…for next time." Monica waves me off with an exhausted but pleased hum.
Throwing on a pair of sweatpants, I exit my bedroom and give Alfred a nod which means use the secret…entrance located in my bedroom to get to the panic room which can double as a way to the garage, when Monica is ready to leave.
"Will you be needing anything else, sir? Or shall I retire for the night after chauffeuring Miss Stevens back to headquarters?"
"Go get some sleep Alfred…and thanks for not giving me too hard a time over the comfort food."
A soft chuckle leaves Alfred, "Today will be the only exception to my proactively ensuring your health by what you put in your body, Sir…for what it's worth if I had been in your situation today, I would have used deadly force to ensure a squadmate's survival." Alfred says as he rests a comforting hand on my shoulder and gives it a light squeeze.
"Thank you, Alfred…I think I needed to hear that." At my thanks Alfred gives me a nod and enters my bedroom once Monica is up and has her underwear on.
"Have fun with your Training Officer, Silas…I'll pick you up tomorrow and drive you to the review panel hearing. Sorry I won't be able to spend the night "coaching you." Monica puts the words coaching me in air quotes and snickers softly, before developing a slightly more serious expression on her face. "Just remember, don't express remorse, it implies guilt…and will open you up to lawsuits by the deceased's next of kin." Monica says to me but then rolls her eyes at me, walks over to me with staggering steps, once she reaches me Monica wraps her around my middle, stands on her toes and kisses me.
"I'll remember your advice…so wanna pick up where we left off tomorrow?"
"We'll see…" the smirk on Monica's lips expresses just how much she enjoys leaving me hanging as she takes her shoes and powersuit from Alfred's hands and begins dressing while walking to the hidden elevator on the west wall of my bedroom.