Bobby

By Simahoyo

(Bobby Marino has just transferred to the BPD from Seattle. The other cops don't know he was fired, and why. We all know he's a jerk, so be prepared. This story is in part based on a true story, and it is dark.)

Bobby Marino, fresh from the Seattle PD, added himself to the unis gathered for roll call. Instead of taking a seat, he lined himself up with the others leaning against the wall. He knew from experience, this was where the tough cops gathered, and he wanted them to see him right off.

He half listened as the roll was called, he was introduced, and told he was with someone called, Rizzoli.

"Hope he's not one of those tight asses.", he thought.

They droned on with details about cases. His eyes wandered to the window when the most incredible Bitch walked by outside. She was tiny, as women went, with long blonde hair, and great curves. God, he hoped she was easy. Those high heels almost promised she was.

After roll call, his trainer came up to him. Kinda young guy–looked Italian. Could be Rizzoli.

"Marino? I'm Frank Rizzoli, you'll be training with me. Understand you're from Seattle."

Bobby stood up proudly, "Yeah. I sure am."

"Ok, let's get rolling. Unless you have questions."

"Yeah, what's this little thing on my belt?", he was fingering the little pepperspray bottle.

"That's pepperspray."

"That little dinky thing? Where's the canisters?", He spread his hands a foot apart to indicate the right size.

"We never use those."

His jaw dropped. "What the hell do you use on protesters?"

"We usually don't have much trouble with them. When it gets out of hand, we know how to handle it.. C'mon, let's get going."

Marino followed Rizzoli out to the squad car, sat in the passenger seat, and waited. This Rizzoli guy might be ok. He'd try to get to know the guy. Maybe just yak a little.

"I saw this hot bitch walk by during roll call. You know the ladies around the station?"

Rizzoli looked at him, waiting.

"She was a little blond, curvy as hell, and wearing stilettos. Know her?"

Rizzoli did not look happy. With Marino's luck, this was his trainer's girl.

"If you are describing Doctor Isles, watch it with her, she's practically family. I won't tell you not to go near her, but if she says, 'No.', she means it."

Like most trainers, Rizzoli drove, and he talked most of the time as they started their patrol.

"You need to get to know the streets. I packed a Thomas guide here", Rizzoli reached down and brought up a Thomas Boston Metro Street Guide, handing it to Marino. "Memorize this. You can take it home with you."

"Thanks. I'll need to do that. Should a start in any particular neighborhood?"

"No, because we could get called to another area on an emergency."

"Who are the troublemakers to watch out for?"

Rizzoli compressed his lips. He obviously didn't like the question.

"Watch for trouble from anyone, anywhere. You don't want to get lazy, or you could get dead."

Fair enough, he could get that reasoning.

"Marino, have you ever driven in snow and ice?"

There it was. Everyone thought Seattle drivers didn't know how to drive in snow. He'd done it lots of times.

"Hey just because we have all those dangerous hills and tight turns, everyone mocks our winter driving."

Rizzoli's answer was to drive until they zipped up a huge hill dotted with mansions.

"This is Beacon Hill. The statehouse is at the top. You want to take a look at Breed's Hill, and see if you can handle it in an ice storm. Any questions?"

"Our snow is wetter than anywhere else."

"Yeah Okay."

The rest of the day went downhill. When they got back to the station, Bobby made himself scarce as fast as he could. In the locker room, he caught the eye of one of the back wall crowd, and introduced himself. The cop's name was Blount. He was short, balding, and muscle packed.

"Hey, my trainer is Rizzoli. What's the deal with him?"

"Aw, he's by the book. You know the type.", Blount made a sour face.

"Not really, I came from Seattle."

"You gotta be nutz to leave there." Blount stuffed some junk in his locker. "They let you get away with anything."

"Almost." Bobby looked at his shoes, reliving his firing from the SPD.

"Oh My God. Are you the guy?" Blount looked excited.

"What guy?"

"The only cop in the history of the SPD to get fired."

Bobby slammed his locker closed. "It was self-defense. He had a knife, for God's sake."

"So I heard. Wasn't it a NHI shooting?" Blount's eyes narrowed.

Bobby felt warm all over. Someone got it.

"Yeah, a homeless Indian. Defiantly No Humans Involved. Don't let it get around, ok?"

"Sure. Just to cops who would support you."

"Oh, and what's the deal with this Doctor Isles? She's something else. But Rizzoli ..."

"Watch it. Rizzoli's got a thing for her. Everyone knows it too. Well, except maybe the Doc." Blount shut his locker.

"What, is she a lezzie?"

Blount started to guffaw. "No way. I'd tell you how many guys I've seen her with, but I can't count that high. Go for it, but don't let Rizzoli catch you."

So, Bobbie figured he now had an ally. That was a start. He took off out of the police station and almost ran into this tall, gorgeous brunette.

"Ooops, sorry about that. I'm new here, and don't know my way around." He tried his sexy smile.

She looked at him like something stuck on the bottom of her shoe.

"So you thought running into me, literally, would help you find your way?"

"Uh, no, but it gave me a chance to say, 'Hi.'"

She smiled, and the smile was a doozy. "Yeah, so who are you, new guy?"

"Bobby Marino. I just transferred from the West Coast."

"Detective Jane Rizzoli."

Bobby's stomach sunk down to his shoes. Rizzoli.?

"That's my trainer's name. You related"

"He's my brother."

"Oh great. Every woman I meet is either related to him, or he has a thing for."

Jane laughed. "So, you met Maura? If you offend her, he'll try to rearrange your face. On the other hand, if you push me too far, I'll do it myself."

"I hope you're kidding. I'd love to get to know you better."

"You'd be safer with Maura."

"Maybe I don't like to play it safe. Want to go for coffee sometime?"

Yeah, sure. I'm up in homicide. Drop by tomorrow after your shift."

"Great. I'll see you then."

Bobby was a happy man. A new friend, and a drop dead gorgeous bitch in one day.

TBC