Badge of Honor
By
Watchdog210
Author's notes/ I know that the Florida State Police dose not exist, but to be able to go where the story wants to go it was easier to create a new department. I will try to keep police procedure as true to life as possible but I will undoubtedly make mistakes. Please stay with me and I will do my best to get this right.
The Florida State Police (FSP) and the Florida Highway Patrol (FHP) for the purpose of this story are two sections of the same department, the FHP is the uniform section and the FSP is the detective or plain cloths section.
This is a repost and an attempt to get this thing going again. I have had this one bouncing around in my head for the last 5 or 6 years and I thought it was time to revisit it, try to get my act together. I adjusted the time line and tried to tone down the "Gary Stu" aspect a little. The first couple of chapters will have few changes. The later ones (that never got posted because they were a complete mess) is where most of the changes are. I will try to post as often as I can, but let's be honest. I work two jobs, and when I not working I'm mostly sleeping. Still, I will try to keep this one alive.
Thanks for reading.
Chapter 1
10251 Scenic Hwy.
Pensacola Fl.
May.19 2011
11:56 pm.
"If I ever find the asshole that said 'It's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all' I'm going to tear him a new one and than salt it down" says a man sitting in the dark living room of a dark house on the bluffs overlooking Pensacola Bay.
On the coffee table are four items. Two he has had for years, a Glock .40 pistol, and a gold badge that says "Florida State Police" across the top and "Sergeant" across the bottom. The third item is a photo album bound in worn brown leather. The album is open to the center page and four pictures are visible. The first photo is of a tall platinum blond woman with a dark tan and unusual markings on her forehead and cheeks, mugging for the camera, an oriental building in the background.
The second picture is of the same blond in a black bikini and a tall dark haired man on a white sand beach. The caption says "Pensacola Beach Blue Angel Weekend 09". The third photo is the same blond wearing wine colored slacks and an ivory blouse with a Smith & Wesson 9mm. in a black leather shoulder holster. A gold badge clipped to her belt. She is standing next to an unmarked blue Ford Crown Victoria. The caption says "DET. Urd. First day on the job."
The last photo is a Christmas picture taken in the same room the man is sitting in now. The blond and the dark haired man are there as well as short man with black hair of obvious Japanese decent. Also present are a medium height young woman with long chestnut hair; a short girl with long black hair tied back, both with similar markings. The last person there is a short girl with short brown hair. All are gathered around a seven-foot Christmas tree. The caption says "Belldandy, Skulld, Meg, K-1, Urd and Jack. X-mas eve 2009." The fourth item on the table was bought just for tonight. A bottle of good old fashioned Kentucky bourbon. The bottle sits unopened and has been that way for several hours. The man, Jack, hasn't been able to bring himself to open it. He hasn't had a drink since high school and can't seem to start now, much as he wants to.
At a little after midnight the door bell rings. "Go AWAY!" Jack shouts. The bell rings again mocking him. "GO THE HELL AWAY DAMN IT!"
After a few seconds there is a knock at the door. Jack closes his eyes and briefly thinks about the gun on the table. When he opens them a minuet later there is a pretty young girl with red hair standing across from him.
"How'd you get in here Sara? Fifteen-year-olds shouldn't be breaking into houses." Jack says. Sara chuckles.
"You gave me a key, remember?" Sara sits down in the wing back chair across from the couch.
"Rough night at home?" Jack asked.
"Yea, mom's drunk again. How about you, you look like shit."
"I feel like shit, and don't swear. It doesn't suit you." That draws a laugh from Sara.
"I guess you're going to tell me I'm to pretty to swear. Don't bother, with a mother like mine, swearing the least of my problems."
"I hear you, forget I said anything." Jack snorts.
"Where is every body?" Sara asked. "I haven't seen them all day."
"That, Sara is a very long story." Jack says as he looks at the bottle again. Sara sees this and puts two and two together.
"Something happened between you and Urd didn't it?" A statement not a question.
"You have enough on your mind Sara, you don't need my crap adding to it." Jack said. "You know where the spare room is and you're welcome to it till..." Sara stopped him.
"You're not getting off that easy. For the last two years you have been there for me when my mom goes off the deep end, now is my turn to return the favor. So spill." Sara says. Jack takes a deep breath and starts. " It all started about a year and a half ago…"
To be continued…
Authors notes/ Ok, that's chapter 1. Let's try this again. All review are welcome, just hold the flames please.