The New Deputy
Chapter One-First Impressions.
Washoe County Sheriff's Department
I stood outside the Washoe County sheriff's department briefing room. I took a deep breath. I had been transferred here from Carson City to replace the deputy who had perished recently. My warm mahogany brown hair was pulled into a ponytail. A few shorter strands had come loose and hung against my cheeks softly. My hazel brown eyes were framed by light blue eye shadow. My cheeks were naturally rosy, so I didn't really need to use blush. In my ears were small diamond stud earrings that glittered softly in the ceiling panel lights. I was already dressed in the light khaki short sleeve shirt with dark camel colored pocket flaps on the shirt. My badge was pinned on the left side of my breast pocket, my name tag on the right. The slacks were a matching khaki color with a darker camel stripe up the leg. The lapels were the same coloring. Around my waist was my dark leather holster, which held my gun, pepper spray, keys , and handcuffs. I had heard how this group was completely nuts, and Carson City felt it could use some stability. I inhaled and grabbed the door knob, turning it and pushed open the door. I stuck my head in and smiled.
"Hi. Is there a Lieutenant Jim Dangle here?" I said softly, standing in the doorway with my thumbs hooked into the belt loop on my waist. All talk ceased and 16 pairs of eyes looked in my direction. There were eight of them in the briefing room.
A man with short blondish hair and a mustasche raised his hand slightly. He was wearing glasses. His blue eyes were on mine. And instead of slacks, he was wearing shorts and black shoes.
"I'm Lieutenant Dangle. Can we help you?" he asked.
"I'm Deputy Emma Dawes. I'm new from Carson City," I said brightly.
"Oh yes, the transfer," He turned to the others sitting eating doughnuts. "This is the new deputy from Carson City. Emma, this is Deputy Jonesy, Garcia, Weigel, Johnson, Junior and Kimball."
Murmured 'hello's' went around. I closed the door behind me and stood in between a man with dark sunglasses on his eyes, matching a dark mustasche as well, and a blue kevlar vest over his uniform and a woman with dark brown hair in a braid. The woman gave me a friendly smile. The man named Junior leaned into me.
"You don't have any abnormalities that we should know of do you?" he implied.
"Such as?" I asked, with an amused expression, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, a weiner for one thing,"
I stiffled a snort of laughter and recovered quickly. "No,"
Junior nodded and we all turned our attention onto Lt. Dangle, who was watching me intently, before turning to the rest of us and began speaking.
"Ok. Who remembers the heist last week with the 145 pounds of crack and meth?"
Everyone nodded .
"Well Mr. Lawrence just got released on bail and he's now parading around in a woman's tutu on Rilen Avenue on the corner. We just got a call in from a neighbor,"
"Does that man ever get a clue?" asked Deputy Johnson, a lovely but well busted blond haired woman.
"Apparently not. Maybe this time he got a sex change," Deputy Weigel said rolling her eyes and looked back at Lt. Dangle. She was a tall thin woman, with dark hair cut like a man's.
Lt. Dangle looked at her for a moment without saying anything.
"I would hope that you would take a page out of his book," he replied then turned to Deputy Garcia and Jonesy. I smothered a bought of laughter and focused my attention on Lt. Dangle. "Garcia and Jonesy, you're on the Tacos, Tacos, Tacos duty. Dismissed. Um, Deputy Dawes can you please remain?" Garcia and Jonesy shook my hand, welcoming me to the department. Johnson and Kimball all did the same, but when Weigel passed me, she gave me a funny look before heading out. I watched after her curiously, but I turned and headed up to where Lt. Dangle stood behind a wooden podium with the Washoe County shield on it in light blue.
"Since you're new, I'd like to see what you've got. You can partner up with me for now," He said.
"Sounds good. May I ask what is wrong with Weigel?" I asked him.
He looked at me for a moment before responding. "You get used to her. She's a fucking retard."
Lt. Dangle and I headed out and we climbed into one of the black and white cruisers. The camera guy, who had been filming us from the gecko climbed in back. It was a little unnerving to have the camera's on me like this but I managed to relax once Lt. Dangle pulled out of the parking lot and we began our shift.
"So, Emma. Why did Carson City send you here exactly?" Lt. Dangle asked me as he gently pressed the brake for a red light.
"Um, I think it was because they heard about you guys so much, they wanted to send someone on the outside in. But trust me I'm not a spy. I actually wanted to leave," I admitted earnestly.
Lt. Dangle looked at me. I couldn't tell what his expression was behind his dark sunglasses, but I kept my expression neutral.
"Oh ok so you're not like here to replace anyone of us right? Cause I'd gladly put up Weigel," he said.
"No," I said chuckling.
There was a silence before he muttered "Shit".
"What do I think of Deputy Dawes?" asked Garcia and looked at Jonesy, who was leaning against the front of their cruiser. "I think she's really nice."
"Yeah. She's pretty hot. Much better than Kimball." Jonesy admitted.
"Yeah. But Kimball might try and come onto her," Garcia replied, the sunlight catching his sunglasses looking at Jonesy.
"True. We might have to alert her to the lesiban on the force," Jonesy admitted.
"Deputy Dawes is certainly a breath of fresh air," Deputy Kimball said. "She's a fresh face."
"She's a whore," Weigel muttered. "Like we already have a whore on the team and now a new one comes on. There's probably going to be a whore fight."
Kimball looked at her with an unreadable expression. "Are you jealous?"
"No…why would I be?" Weigel said laughing, but it was forced and seemed to be fake.
Kimball just shook her head.
A call came in on the radio. There was a domestic disturbance at a trailer park. Lt. Dangle pressed the button on his radio, which was clipped to his lapel. "10-4,"
"Ok we get this address a lot. This is Ti Ti," Lt. Dangle explained to me. I nodded as he pulled up in front of a white trailer home where a colored woman with elongated boobies swayed as she animatedly pointed to the trailer. Lt. Dangle quickly put the car in drive and we hopped out, the camera guy right behind us.
"Ti Ti, calm down…what's going on?" Lt. Dangle asked her , holding one arm out to calm her, his hand palm outward while one hand was on his knight stick. She was crying and began speaking.
"My babies daddy is in the trailer, but I told him to get the fuck out! He don't wanna leave! I even issued a restraining order!" Ti Ti shouted. She turned her eyes onto me. "You're a woman he'll probably listen to you since you're so hot! He likes hot babes!"
Ti Ti reached out to grab my arm, but Lt. Dangle used his knight stick to deflect her. "Do not touch her Ti Ti!. Sir? Come out of the trailer now!" Lt. Dangle said drawing out his gun. I did the same thing, standing in an isoceles firing position toward the door to the trailer. Just then, there were shots fired. Lt. Dangle and I quickly dove behind the cruiser, my gun aimed over the back trunk. I began firing shots back. Ti Ti had dove to the ground, wailing and covering her head with her hands. Suddenly, a black man came out holding a shotgun. I narrowed my eyes as he focused his attention on Lt. Dangle.
"Sir! Put down your gun!" he shouted at him, keeping his own gun trained on him. I got an idea and keeping myself crouched, I began moving slowly around Lt. Dangle. I placed a hand on his back as I crept around him. "What are you doing?" he whispered as I reached the front of the car, but still well hidden.
I didn't reply to him and seeing that the colored man was still watching Lt. Dangle, I quickly swooped aroumd the car and lunged toward him, tackling him to the ground. Ti Ti was able to get to her feet and was shouting. I grabbed my handcuffs and cuffed him, the shotgun lying several feet away. Lt. Dangle stood up and came over to me.
"Wow, not bad," he said in a admiring tone. I yanked the man to his feet and grinned at Lt. Dangle.
"When I heard that Deputy Dawes tackled a six foot man yesterday, I have to admit I was impressed," Deputy Johnson said flipping her blond hair over her shoulder. Her cleavage was clearly shown. "I didn't think she had it in her. But I was wrong."
"Psh. You were dead wrong," Junior said to her. "That was fucking hot."
I leaned against the mail bookcase in the briefing room as Lt. Dangle addressed everyone in the briefing room the next morning.
"Well I know how we all heard what a spendid job Deputy Dawes did yesteray apprehending Ti Ti's estranged husband, let's give her a hand,"
Claps went around, but Weigel gave me the finger.
I smiled, but the smile faded when Weigel gave me the middle finger.
"You cheated," She said to me and turned her attention onto Lt. Dangle. "She cheated."
"And how did you come to that conclusion?" Lt. Dangle asked, staring at her.
"She's a whore. The man prob saw her coming and let her tackle her. Thought he'd probably get a shot down her pants to fuck her,"
Everyone stared at Weigel for a moment. I had enough. I didn't know what Weigel's problem was with me. I reached over and smacked her up the backside of her head before turning and storming out of the briefing room. I heard their animated chatter behind me all in irritated tones at Weigel.
"Emma!" I heard Garcia's voice behind me. I reached the front desk area and stopped, turning around to face Garcia. He was mexican with salt and pepper colored hair and a mustasche too. He jogged up to me and stood in front of me. My eyes were brimming with tears as I fought to hold them back.
"Don't let Weigel get to you. I think she's jealous of you," he said softly.
"Why? What did I ever do to her? I hardly know her!" I said to him confused and outraged.
Garcia smiled and put a hand on my shoulder. "She always carried a torch for Lt. Dangle. And I think she sees that he's actually starting to like you."
I stared at him in disblief.
"Come on," he said gently wrapping his arm around my shoulders and leading back to the briefing room. It was silent when we entered.
As soon as we entered, Lt. Dangle raised his eyes. Garcia nodded to him and gently ushered me back to my spot. Lt. Dangle cleared his throat and lowered his eyes to the podium, fixing some papers.
"I believe Trudy has something to say to you, Emma," he said in a flat tone. I turned my eyes onto Weigel.
"Sorry," She muttered quietly.
"So she can hear you," Junior hissed.
"Sorry!" Trudy blurted out.
"Fine. Now that's settled, let's get to work,"
Much to my dismay, I was actually paired with Trudy that afternoon. We got a call about a naked man holding someone hostage in front of a convience store. We pulled up and got out of the car. Sure enough there was a naked man holding a toy doll baby.
"Stop or I'll shook it!" he shouted, waving the gun at the baby.
"Sir! Put down the gun!" I shouted, pulling out my gun and aiming it at he man.
"Put the baby down!" Weigel shouted next to me, also aiming her gun at him.
"It's mine! I cared for it all these years! Now my wife wants custody!" he shouted , turning the gun on us. "Put down your guns or I'll shoot it!"
I heard a gun fire go off. I felt excruciating pain in my hand. I screamed and dropped my own gun, seeing blood pooling and running down my arm. I cradled my hand to my chest and glared at the man. But he wasn't the one who shot me. I slowly turned my eyes onto Trudy.
"What the fuck is your problem!" I screamed at her. The man took off, naked down the street, the toy doll bouncing against his thigh. Trudy looked dazed for the moment. Sobbing, I reached up with my good hand and pressed the button down on my walkie talkie, which was also clipped to my lapel.
"Lt. Dangle! Deputy Junior! Anyone hear me!" I said into my left shoulder, feeling the blood dripping onto the sidewalk.
I heard Deputy Jonesy's voice come over the radio.
"Deputy Dawes? What's wrong?"
"Weigel shot me in the Goddamn hand! Get Lt. Dangle here and call the paramedics!" I said. I heard the click of his radio and sure enough I heard his urgent voice over the radio.
I slumped against the cruiser, my back pressed against the right front tire, my legs stretched out. Trudy just remained in the same position, as she seemed frozen unable to move. I cradled my hand against my body, feeling light headed.
I heard the screeching of tires and the slamming of doors a few minutes later. I heard scuffling and the next thing I saw in front of my face was Lt. Dangle. I felt his hands on my face before I fell unconscious.