The week had been a very long and busy one for the police offers at Sun Hill police station. One night, so many people had been arrested that riot vans had to come over from Barton Street to transfer some of the prisoners over there. It was very chaotic! Today was Friday and to celebrate one of the hardest weeks of their working lives, the officers were heading out for the night. The majority of them had rushed into the changing rooms, locker rooms, shower rooms and toilets straight after work to get glammed up for their fun night out, while others were just finishing their last piece of police work for the week.

One sergeant, who had been in the Met for longer than the rest of the cops at Sun Hill, was just about to sign off the custody desk, when two blonde PC's came in with a runaway youth.

"James Michaels Serge" said one of them.

With a big sigh, she carried on giving her Sergeant the young boy's details, then, after sticking him in the cell for the night, walked off with the other blonde copper and their sergeant to join the others on the long awaited night out. As the three of them walked towards the ladies changing rooms, the one who had given her sergeant the boys details, decided that she better go and see if her other sergeant was still in his office. She went up to his office door and knocked it. Hearing her sergeant telling her to enter, she went in, shutting the door behind her.

Standing with her back to his door, she looked at him and said:

"Aren't u going to get ready for our night out Serge?"

Looking up from his huge pile of paperwork, with a sad face on, he replied:

"I aint coming. I've got to much paperwork. I'm never going to get through it in time!"

There was silence for a minute, before the blonde woman came up with an idea.

"I know Serge, I'll help you with your paperwork. That way, we'll be twice as quick and you'll be able to go and get ready in time"

Looking up again, however suspiciously this time, the sergeant questioned:

"What's the catch?"

Smiling in a rather flirty way, the young officer replied:

"You have to dance with me, and buy me a drink".

Agreeing, the sergeant carried on with the paperwork, accompanied by the young PC.