It started out as a typical Thursday. Detectives Simon Seville and Jeanette Miller were out patrolling in the squad car. There hadn't been any crime all day and they were about to head back to the station.
"Wow" Jeanette said breaking the silence. "Slow day, huh?"
"Yeah" Simon responded. "Usually by now something would have just…."
Simon didn't finish his sentence. His radio began to go off.
Attention all units. There is a robbery in progress at the Bank of America located at Franklin Roosevelt avenue. I repeat, a robbery in progress at Bank of America located at Franklin Roosevelt avenue.
The two partners exchanged puzzled looks. They drove to the scene as fast as they could. When they got there, they took out there guns and stormed in. they found the teller at gun point filling a plastic trash bag with money.
"FREEZE" they both shouted at the gunman.
He turned around and began firing.
Simon and Jeanette flipped over a nearby table and ducked behind it.
"I'm going to move in" Jeanette told Simon. He nodded.
"I'll cover you" he replied.
Jeanette ran in closer. She managed to duck behind a large support beam. Then, all of a sudden, Simon noticed something lurking in the shadows. It was another gunman. He was aiming at Jeanette.
"Jeanette" Simon cried. "Look out."
Jeanette was unaware of the second gunman. He placed his finger on the trigger. Simon ran in and pushed her out the way as the man fired. Simon got shot in the arm.
"Simon" Jeanette cried. "Oh my goodness."
Both gunmen took the opportunity to escape out the front door. Simon laid on the floor, blood oozing from the bullet wound on his arm. Jeanette took out her radio as fast she could.
"Officer down, officer down, I repeat my partner has been hit. We are at Bank of America on Roosevelt, I repeat, Bank of America, Roosevelt avenue."
About 3 hours later, Simon laid in bed at Methodist hospital.
"Simon Seville" the nurse said opening the door. "You have a visitor."
It was Jeanette.
"Hi Si" she said making her way to his bedside. "How are you feeling?"
"Better then I did a few hours ago" he joked. Jeanette giggled.
"Alvin called" she said. "He's hoping that you get well soon. And he wants me to get back to the station soon, but I told him not until I get an update on your condition."
"I'm fine" he assured her. "The doctor said I should be up and running in about a week. Don't worry about me, you just go see what Alvin wants."
"You sure?"
"I'm positive, I'll live."
Jeanette giggled again.
"OK Si, see you later."
Jeanette drove back to the station. When she got there she walked right into Alvin's office.
"Jeanette" he said when he noticed come in. "I have a very important assignment for you and it can't wait 'till Simon gets out the hospital."
"Really, what is it?" she asked taking a seat.
"Today, after Simon got shot, an object of great importance was stolen" Alvin told her.
"What?"
"Michael Jackson's glove."