(A/N: I DO NOT OWN! This first chapter will probably be very short, but I'm planning on more chapters.)
Stacy Sheridan walked up to the police academy. She was looking for three people she knew: Jim Corrigan, Hooker, and Romano. They were all best friends, more like siblings. They all did everything together.
She hated to admit it, but she had a little crush on Jim.
Not the kind where she'd fall head over heels for him, just the kind where she adored him greatly. If she had a "head over heels crush" on anybody, it'd be Vince Romano.
He was annoying sometimes, yes, but he was nice and good looking.
Hooker was kind of the dad-older brother member in the group.
In order of "family status," Hooker was the oldest brother, Jim the second older brother, Romano was the kid brother, and Stacy was the baby sister that was over-protected and sheltered as much as the boys could make her.
She loved those boys to death, they were her brothers, but they smothered her.
Oh well, one of the down sides of being the baby.
(A/N: Incredibly short, I know. I had an idea, then as I started to write it, it vanished. Hopefully it'll come back to me.)