It was a typical day in Toronto as a Constable and I was just called out to a domestic dispute near the end of my shift. It was just suppose to be a typical routine call with my partner Constable Glenn Pullman. We pulled up to the quaint looking house and could hear them arguing in French as we stepped out of the car.
"Oh boy looks like you will do most of the talking Nicole," Glenn said sarcastically
"Hey, its not my fault my parents made me learn different languages," I laughed at him as we got closer to the house.
We knocked on the door and it was already open slightly. I peeked around the door and ventured in and could see them arguing in the kitchen.
"Bonjour. Mon nom est Nicole Young et je suis avec la police." (Hello. My name is Nicole young and I am with the police.) I say calling from the door.
"En ici!" (In here) A woman calls from the kitchen.
We walk into the house and notice some chairs overturned and a broken vase on the floor. Glenn and I exchange a look before walking into the kitchen. Our hands instantly go to our holsters, because as we rounded the corner we see the husband holding a knife at the woman.
"Que faites-vous ici?" (What are you doing here?) The man says as he sees us.
"S'il vous plaît aidez-moi!" (Please help me) The woman says. She tries to come over to us but the man grabs her and Glenn pulls his gun out and points it at the man.
"Glenn call this in we might need medical and definitely going to need back-up," I say holding my hands up at the man, "Nous ne sommes pas ici pour vous faire du mal." (We are not here to hurt you.)
"Nous n'avons pas besoin de votre aide," (We don't need your help) he says looking at the woman.
"S'il vous plaît, il est devenu fou!" (Please he has gone insane.) The woman yells.
"Monsieur s'il vous plaît dites-moi ce qui se passe ici cet après-midi," (Sir please tell me what is going on here this afternoon.) I ask the man.
"Elle veut divorcer! Je ne peux pas vivre sans elle!" (She wants a divorce! I can't live without her!) the man screams.
"Constable Young," I hear in my ear.
"Yes sir," I reply touching my ear discreetly.
"My name is Sgt. Parker from Team One and I was just wondering how things are going in there?" Sgt. Parker asked.
"Things are going well so far he is just upset his wife wants to divorce him," I tell him.
"Qui parlez-vous?" (Who are you talking to?) The man asks noticing me talking but not to him.
"Mon patron, il est demande seulement comment les choses vont," (My boss, he is just wondering how things are going) I tell him calmly.
"Eh bien, il s'arrête." (Well stop it.) Hw yells at me.
"Ecoute, je peux dire que vous aimez votre femme, s'il vous plaît sur le couteau afin que nous puissions parler," (Look I can tell you love your wife, please out the knife down so we can talk.) I say noticing two members from Team One creeping up behind the man.
The man looked like he was thinking about what I had just said and he lowered the knife just barely and I grabbed the woman's hand and pulled her out of the way as the two men from Team One took down the man. I quickly ushered the woman out as she continually said "Merci" (Thank you) numerous times. The SRU guys were struggling to get the man into a police car as the EMTs were checking out the woman for injuries. I go over to Glenn to check on him but he is more worried about me. Sgt. Parker came over to us and thanked us for all our help this afternoon. We thanked him for showing up when he did and then we headed back to the precinct to fill out the necessary paperwork. Our boss told us that we did a good job and then we got to work on the files. It took a few hours to finish and then we were finally able to go home. I said bye to Glenn and headed home to my small flat.
