Well, first of all, thanks for reading this!  Hope you enjoy – be sure to let me know.  I was going to look up what the police ranks are over in the states, but can't be bothered (not that crucial, so what the hey), so I've gone with what I know.  This is going to be a Turner fic! Oh, and disclaimer – they're not mine, but since the guys who own them aren't using them anymore I'm sure they won't mind if I borrow them for a little while.  Oh, but the police officers are mine, but I haven't got any problem with anyone borrowing them for a while either.

Enjoy

Lacey

"Carter, Henderson!  My Office!" barked Super Intendant Brewer, not even bothering to look at us on the way past.  Henderson snorted into his coffee.

"Jerk," I muttered, slowly pulling myself out of the spare office chair I had brought over to Henderson's desk.

"Don't hurry, will you, Carter!" Walters snarled from his open doorway.  The only thing Bulldog Brewer had going for him was the fact that he treated everyone like this.  I looked at Henderson, who didn't look like he was going to budge any time soon, and rolling my eyes, indicated to him that we'd better go see what on earth Bulldog wanted.  Henderson heaved a huge sigh and looked like he was physically in pain as he got out of his seat.

"Ooh, what have you two done now, Lizzy?" Detective Inspector Sanders taunted as we drifted past his desk.  Henderson and I knew better than to bite, because we'd be on report quicker than I could say 'kiss up'.

"Sir?" Henderson asked, as we stepped into Bulldog's office, and stood before his desk.  I braced myself.  Bulldog was our superior, but he generally got Sanders to tell us anything menial.  In other words, this was not going to be good, any way you looked at it.

"Take a seat," he growled, not pausing as we did.  "New assignment – we have received several tips from both the public and informants that there is a drug ring being run by high school kids in outer Philly.  Now, normally, we wouldn't have time for this sort of thing, but this has gotten way out of hand.  It has been estimated that this gang has provided more than $500,000 worth of coke in the last month, mostly to kids.  From what we can establish they seem to be centred in John Adams High.  I want you, Carter, to go undercover.  And Henderson, you will assist her and run this thing from a distance.  I do not want your cover being blown!"

"Undercover?  Sir, why me?  I have no experience…" I began.  This sounded important – well beyond anything I'd ever been assigned to before.

"Yes.  Carter, you're the best candidate for a student."

A student!  Well, I know I'm younger than a lot of the other officers, but I'd like to think I couldn't be mistaken for a high school kid.

"Sir, we haven't finished the Monroe case…." I began.

"Forget it!  I have Fenton onto that."

"And I have my sister coming into town…"

"Cancel!"

"With all due respect sir, I have a life I do not want to give up to be a teenage girl again!" I exploded, and then held my breath.  Bulldog went red in the face and I thought the veins in his neck were going to pop.

"PC Carter, you cannot pick and choose your cases!"

"Yes, sir.  Sorry, sir."