Sergeant. Joe Getraer walked up to the front of the briefing room. He took his normal place behind the podium and set down his big black binder. He was surprised to see Officers Poncherello and Baker were actually on time today. But not surprised to find them messing around in the back with a group of officers. He cleared his throat loudly and instantly had everyone's attention.

"If you all would have a seat, briefing would start and be done over sooner," he said. Ponch smiled sheepishly and took a seat. Jon followed suit, as did all the rest of the officers.

"Alright, before I do get started, there's going to be a fashion show in a couple of weeks.." he started.

"Ooh...do you happen to know any of the models names?" Ponch asked.

"I think one of them was uhm...Maylee or something."

"No! Are you kidding me!? Thee Maylee!?" Ponch asked with wide eyes. "You mean Maylee Johnson, right? That super sexy redhead chick?" Ponch asked. Getraer blinked.

"Well, yeah, Poncherello. Why do you ask?"

"She's on the cover of so many magazines...Sarge, she's a fox! You're serious she's gonna be here? She's from Las Vegas...she's coming here!?" Ponch was getting jazzed about that.

"Well, the fashion show is here. So yeah, she's coming here," he answered. Ponch smiled at Jon.

"You hear that Baker?" he asked. Jon rolled his eyes. He just knew Ponch was gonna be gushing over that girl until she left.

Soon, Sarge finished briefing.

"I can't believe she's coming here," Ponch said again. Then he went to open the door and saw a pretty lady walking around. He stopped abruptly. "Jon…"

"What?" he asked. An officer walked up to her.

"May I help you?" the officer asked.

"I need to talk to the man in charge...the sergeant…" she started. Then outta the corner of her eye she spotted Ponch. She smiled. "Also, who's that cutie over there?" she asked. The officer looked to see who he was talking about.

"Oh, that's Officer Poncherello, but he always goes by Ponch."

"Oh, okay...is he the sergeant?" the gorgeous redhead asked.

"Oh, no. He's not the sergeant. Sorry," he answered.

"Aww that's too bad. I was looking forward to maybe getting to talk to him," she replied as she flipped her dark red hair. Ponch felt a shiver go down his spine.

"She wants to talk to me," he said quietly as he stared at her. She was wearing a pair of Jean short shorts, and a bright yellow tank top with spaghetti straps. It was low cut and you could see her white sports bra. Her skin was smooth and tan. When Ponch saw her come in his heart melted. Jon put a hand on Ponch's shoulder.

"Hey, partner we should get going," he said.

"B-B-But…" Ponch started. The lady laughed.

"Aww he's adorable, forget talking to the sergeant! I'm going to talk to him!" she said then walked over. Ponch smiled at her.

"H-H-Hi…" he started.

"Hey there, hot stuff what's shakin'?" she said practically throwing herself at Ponch. She thought he was a very attractive young male. She could already tell though that she was older than him.

Jon decided to stand a bit away, listening, but remained quiet.

"Nothing really...you're...you're Maylee…" Ponch started staring at her. She laughed.

"Oh, so you've seen me before?" she asked flipping her hair again.

"Yeah…" Ponch said while staring at her still admiring her looks. She smiled brightly and put a hand on his shoulder. Ponch got goose bumps all over when she touched him.

"I'll be in town for a while, sugar...why not give me a call sometime," she said as she placed a card in his hand.

"Y-Yeah...I w-w-w-will…" Ponch stuttered. Maylee smiled again.

"Anyway, I was hoping to talk to the sergeant…" she started. Getraer was walking by and heard that. When he saw the person and he saw Ponch he knew what happened. And before things went too far he came to break it up.

"I'm the sergeant," he said snapping the two back to reality. For a while the only thing that existed to them was the person standing in front of them.

"Oh...okay," Maylee said fixing her hair. "I'll talk to you later Officer Poncherello," she said with a sexy smile.

oOoOo

Ponch sat on his bike watching the traffic go by. He and Jon were pulled over on the side of the road. Ponch was day dreaming. "Did you see the way she looked at me?" Ponch asked Jon. Jon rolled his eyes.

"Didn't you say she was like thirty eight?"

"Uh-huh, but she doesn't look a day over twenty," Ponch replied still in that day dream.

"Ponch, she's like sixteen or fifteen years older than you," Jon said.

"So?" Ponch asked raising an eyebrow. "You jealous that she likes me, and not you?" Ponch asked.

Jon rolled his eyes. "No, she's not my type. Ponch, you gotta be careful...as soon as I saw the way she was looking at you...Ponch I think she wants you for the wrong reason…" Jon said.

"You worry too much, Baker," Ponch said sitting up. Jon stared at his partner for a while.

"Ponch, I just don't want you running into trouble. Don't say I didn't warn you...and remember she grew up in Las Vegas…"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ponch asked his eyes narrowing a little. "Jon, look if you have a problem with her that's fine...you don't have to approve of every girl. But seriously saying I need to be careful because she's from Vegas? Jon...there's nothing wrong with being from Vegas. Not everyone there is bad like you think. You just haven't met very many good people there...Maylee is a great person!" Ponch shot at him. Jon threw his arms up in defense.

"Well if she breaks you heart or anything like that don't say I didn't tell you so," he said. Ponch rolled his eyes then turned away from Jon.