BEEP. . Hailey Anderson groaned as she rolled over to glare at the bright red numbers on her alarm clock. They read 5:00 A.M. She was about two inches from smacking the snooze button, as she usually did, but then she remembered. Today was her job interview! She scrambled out of bed as fast as humanly possible with a billion thoughts accompanying her. In her preoccupied state, she failed to notice that her foot had become ensnared in her bed sheets. As a result, she face planted into the carpet, waking up her best friend of 25 years in the next room. Hailey heard Carson yell something between the lines of her name, intruders, and run before he too crashed to the floor. "Gravity must be working at full force today," she thought bitterly as she picked herself off of the ground. The 25 year old looked up to see her roommate, friend, and- hopefully soon- her partner in the police force. "What the hell happened in here?" he asked, observing the blankets haphazardly spread across the floor and a disgruntled Hailey standing in the middle of it. "Umm, not important," she said hastily. "If we're gonna go for a run this morning, it'd better be quick," Hailey said as she disentangled herself from the mess. "Why? You're thingy isn't 'till, like, 9:00," Carson drawled. Hailey tossed her long naturally blonde hair over her shoulder in exasperation. "Because Carse," she began, using his nickname that she had bestowed on him when they were 8, "I have a crap-ton of stuff to do before my 'thingy' starts," she explained, throwing his word back at him. "Girls," he mumbled under his breath before saying "If you say so Hayes," and turning down the hall back to his room to get ready for their early morning jog through New York City.
Hailey and Carson had just moved there together three months ago from Southern California. Hailey sighed; remembering how her dad had acted like it was the end of the world. After all, she had been raised Democratic, Mormon, and wealthy, and now she was throwing everything she had ever known out the window by not only becoming Republican and Catholic and moving to Manhattan, New York; but also by deciding to become a police officer. Both Hailey and Carson had come from a long line of doctors, lawyers, C.I.A and F.B.I. agents, and both Senate House of Representative members alike. She knew Carson had only moved here with her and acted like he wanted the same job as she did because they were so close. Hell, the longest they had ever been apart was three days. She had no idea what she had done in her past life to deserve a friend like him, but whatever it was, she was glad she did it.
Before she could say "Special Victims Unit", which was where she would be applying for a job that day, their run was over and Hailey was showered and dressed in her outfit which she had bought especially for this occasion. "Not too shabby," she thought happily as she observed her white button down shirt that slightly puffed out at the sleeves, black slacks, and matching high heels. "Nice outfit," Carson commented as she walked out into their small kitchen apartment. "Thanks," she replied as she snatched the toast he was nibbling on out of his hand and took a bite of it. He snatched it back with mock hurt etched on his face. "You'd let your best friend starve?" he asked as he stuck his bottom lip out. She giggled and went on to grab her purse off the coffee table and pin her brand new police badge to her belt.
"Ready?" Carson asked as he ran a hand through his dark brown hair. Hailey cocked an eyebrow and asked, "You know, I might have to arrest you if I get this job and you still look like that," she teased. "What, unlawfully attractive?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. She giggled and said "No, for going out into public with no pants, shirt, or shoes," "Oh yeah," Carson mumbled as he disappeared into his room to put on clothes. Ten minutes later, he was dressed and they were in a cab riding to the 16th precinct in Manhattan….