So, this is my first fanfiction. Also the first time I've seriously tried to write anything.
It will eventually be a Spike/OC story (if I get that far) and since I don't know where this is going I rated it M from the start.
All constructive criticism is very welcome and I hope you will enjoy!
Warnings: For now, just my rusty English skills. Oh, and I've never been to Canada, and know nothing of real police work and such stuff.
Disclaimer: Everything you recognise from Flashpoint is NOT mine.
Here we are, back on the road again. Going way too fast in yet another curve. Thank God the morning traffic haven't started yet. The flashing lights of yet another police car burning through the windows. I turn my head away as another light pole comes just a little too close. The seconds ticking away.
It's too early for this.
"You think we'll make it in time?"
The man to my left huffs. "We better, I don't have time for paperwork". I grin, despite the tensed situation, the image of Kyle's wife throwing saucepans around her clear in my mind. "She's still mad about that anniversary thing? Your wife sure is a terrifying woman."
Another huff as Kyle takes another corner with just centimeters to spare. "You don't get to call my Lisa a terrifying woman you maniac." His voice is sharp, but the fondness clear.
I am his favorite rookie after all.
And with just weeks left before retiring, throwing out a colleague from a speeding car would look really bad in his papers.
"There! Ah shit!" Our goal comes into view. The Prince Edward Viaduct Bridge stretched out in front of us, cars and uniforms everywhere, a perimeter already being set, and there on top of the safety rail, sits a young woman. The strong wind tearing at her clothes, dark hair whipping around her face. Dread settling like a heavy stone in my stomach as we stepped out of the car.
Jumper.
In 2003 the number of people jumping of this bridge had reached almost 500 people a year, and since then a five meter high safety rail has been built. How this woman got on top of it was a mystery, but I guess the despairing have ways.
"Chris! Get those kids!" Turning my head I spotted a group of teenagers slipping under the barrier tape, phones held high, to get a good picture no doubt. Violently cursing I stalk through the crowd, uniforms running around like chickens without heads, most of them rookies fresh out of training, itching to prove their worth on the streets.
With all higher-ups attending some sort of priority case at the airport, leaving only a few seniors like Kyle, and Jeff from the 4th district, to oversee and organize, things were chaotic. With four, going five years I were given more and more responsibility without supervision. Some though the tight leash put on young cops were ridiculous, but sadly the expression "drunk with power" way too often applied to the new fresh-faced policemen and women.
But then again, maybe I shouldn't be talking.
Finally reaching the other end, I grabbed the nearest kid by his collar, using the momentum to swing him back against his friends sending the cursing teens sprawling to the ground.
"This is a restricted area, what the hell do you think you're doing!" The teens glared up at me from the ground, I glared back, noting the clothes they were wearing, from the expensive shoes to the ugly hat-thingies popular these days, their accessories and finally the make-up of the only girl in the group.
Rich kids. Spoiled brats, demanding respect left and right but giving none. Yes, I have a lot of prejudices. I try to be professional about it though. Most of the time.
"What do you think you're doing." One of the boys, (if he could be called that, he was probably just a few years younger than me) stood to his feet, hovering over me. "This is police brutality!" His friends muttering their assent as they stood up behind him. Creating a solid wall of annoying ignorance and self-righteousness.
Breathe.
"This is restricted area, and you running around taking pictures to show your little friends are not gonna to help that woman." Yes, not one of my most brilliant comebacks I'll admit. And I used to have a way with words…"I'll have to ask you to leave the area or you will be arrested for-"
"This is a public area you know" the girl supplied, adding fuel to the fire as the boys started to puff out their poor excuses for chests to make themselves look bigger. Intimidating…
"Yeah! Public area! We can walk across this bridge whenever we want! And if you touch us you can kiss your sorry mediocre career goodbye. So what do you say now Miss public servant!" Taking a step forward the leader of the group came to stand way too close.
How I wanted, oh how I wanted.
Just one, just one will be enough.
"Just itching for a fight are you big guy." I smiled up at him, blood boiling. Somewhere behind me I vaguely registered car doors closing, the crowd silencing, sure footsteps and calming voices. It didn't matter. "You're not the only one"
If he hits first it will be self-defense.
The kid sneered, eyes gleaming, calculating his chances and obviously finding them in his favor, he closed the last distance between us in one step, fist raised high ready to strike, leaving his whole side vulnerable. Amateur.
"Do we have a problem here?" I froze, halting all movement, the fight slipping out of me while the kid, already in motion continued forward. His fist connected with my chin, the stinging sensation all too familiar as I allowed myself to move with the fall, the pavement barely grazing me. But I stayed down, looking up at the man now standing at my side. His whole body was radiating authority. Bright, sharp eyes pinning the kids on the spot, daring them to move.
I used to have eyes like that, back when I was nothing but instincts and violence. But that was when I lived on the other side.
Tuning out the man's voice as he started to explain for the kids exactly what would be the consequences of their actions, I turn my head back to the scene on the bridge. The chaos is gone. The young woman is sitting outside an ambulance, an older man sitting next to her, a comforting arm over her shoulders. People dressed as the man next to me spread around the scene, taking statements, giving orders. The police were slowly leaving, civilians moving on.
Twenty minutes had passed.
I watched as two officers took the kids away, the first feelings of guilt burning in my chest. What were I doing? Picking fights with children. Albeit they started it, but I were supposed to be a voice of reason and authority. It really had been too long.
Too long.
"Are you alright?" The sandpaper voice woke me from my musings, turning my attention back to reality. The sounds of the awakening city coming back in full force. I look up, meeting the eyes scrutinizing me. "Yes, I'm fine." It's no lie; even though my chin will bruise, I can barely feel it. "It's not the first time."
"I can tell." And he probably could, I wouldn't be surprised if this man could smell a lie. Turning his head just so, he speaks into his headset. "Spike. Get us a paramedic."
I sigh. "Really, there's no need." No one seemed to be listening though, a paramedic showed up, did a quick examination, told me what I already knew. "You will be fine, get some rest." And then I were hauled back to Kyle who were standing by our car, waiting.
Not much was said on our way back to the station. It had been a long time since I had felt so tired. And yet my whole body were itching, I couldn't wait for my shift to end.
"You did good today."
I snort. "Yeah right! One second more and I would be facing charges for violent behavior. Or whatever it's called these days."
"But you didn't." Kyle pulled the car to a stop, stretching long arms over his head. "And I'm proud of you."
Very few knew about my past, Kyle being one of them. I had felt obligated to tell him when we started to work together, as my past still often led to troubles. Still, every day after an ended shift he said those words.
"I'm proud of you."
Even though many often did these days, Kyle was the only one I still believed.
"I'm proud of you."
That night, instead of roaming the streets like I used to, old habits die hard, I dug up everything I could about the people I had encountered that morning. I knew who they were, what they were, but had honestly never paid them much attention. By the time I went to bed the sun had already started to rise at the horizon. Three letters flashing at the front of my mind every time I closed my eyes, the excited buzz coursing through my veins making sleep impossible. A new challenge lay ahead.
A small smile grazed my lips just as the alarm went off.
SRU