Cuts and Bruises
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello, I'm a new author at fanfiction.net, Dark Raven5 and Letty Girl 101 told me about getting up a SWAT section, and then they told me it was up and I was unbelievably happy, I did cartwheels around the trim of my apartment building roof. I'm not joking; I swear it's completely true. So, this is really short fanfic; after I saw SWAT and I saw what Michelle Rodriguez's character, Chris, did to that Latino thug. I just had to know what happened; so, I wrote this fic, so enjoy.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own SWAT or the characters associated with it.
E-mail: swat1movie@yahoo.com (e-mail me if you have questions).
AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you have any questions about the story, or about my next fic for SWAT e-mail me; or if you want to suggest a story for me to read.
Sanchez watched as the scenery around her flew by rapidly; it was another day on traffic duty. She was a good cop, her partner sat next to her; she was tired of having traffic duty. A voice came over dispatch, her partner answered it; they would be going after some guy, no surprise to Sanchez. She pulled over at the address indicated and they both got out of the car. She looked at where they were, of course the "bad side" of town as everyone seemed to call it. But Sanchez never called it that, she had lived there, she had friends and family who lived there; sure it wasn't the best place to live, but it was a place. Half the block was out of their house, it wasn't uncommon for the police to be down there, but everyone had to make sure they weren't coming for someone they knew. Sanchez and her partner walked up to the front door, she knocked and a big guy answered; he had about a hundred pounds on her. She wasn't afraid, she was only afraid when she thought she wouldn't go home to her daughter, "Yeah, what do you want?" the Latino thug asked.
"Yes, is an Osvaldo here?" Sanchez asked.
"Why?"
"Just answer the question."
He pushed Sanchez and her partner down off of the porch, and started running down the street, (he he he, Street). "You check the house, I'll go after him," Sanchez said getting to her feet and starting her pursuit of the suspect. She pushed the suspect down, and tired to reach for her cuffs, but before she could, he threw her onto the street, (he he he, Street). She got up and once again went in pursuit of the suspect; Sanchez got the suspect down again, this time by slamming her fist into his face. He came at her with a razor blade, cutting her on the side; she tried to get the razor away from him, but before she could he got a few more cuts. She slammed him into the concrete street, (ha ha Street), she slapped the cuffs on him, "Need any help" her partner asked as Sanchez struggled to walk the suspect back to the patrol vehicle.
Sanchez looked over at him, "No, I could have earlier though," she replied. She shoved the Latino thug into the backseat head first, his head slammed into the door, on the other side.
"To the hospital we will go," her partner said getting into the driver's seat.
"Yeah, I've been there everyday this week," Sanchez replied getting into the passenger's seat. This week is only getting worse, Chris thought.
Author's Note: And we know what happens after that, read and review, I'd really appreciate your thought. Luv you peeps already.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello, I'm a new author at fanfiction.net, Dark Raven5 and Letty Girl 101 told me about getting up a SWAT section, and then they told me it was up and I was unbelievably happy, I did cartwheels around the trim of my apartment building roof. I'm not joking; I swear it's completely true. So, this is really short fanfic; after I saw SWAT and I saw what Michelle Rodriguez's character, Chris, did to that Latino thug. I just had to know what happened; so, I wrote this fic, so enjoy.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own SWAT or the characters associated with it.
E-mail: swat1movie@yahoo.com (e-mail me if you have questions).
AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you have any questions about the story, or about my next fic for SWAT e-mail me; or if you want to suggest a story for me to read.
Sanchez watched as the scenery around her flew by rapidly; it was another day on traffic duty. She was a good cop, her partner sat next to her; she was tired of having traffic duty. A voice came over dispatch, her partner answered it; they would be going after some guy, no surprise to Sanchez. She pulled over at the address indicated and they both got out of the car. She looked at where they were, of course the "bad side" of town as everyone seemed to call it. But Sanchez never called it that, she had lived there, she had friends and family who lived there; sure it wasn't the best place to live, but it was a place. Half the block was out of their house, it wasn't uncommon for the police to be down there, but everyone had to make sure they weren't coming for someone they knew. Sanchez and her partner walked up to the front door, she knocked and a big guy answered; he had about a hundred pounds on her. She wasn't afraid, she was only afraid when she thought she wouldn't go home to her daughter, "Yeah, what do you want?" the Latino thug asked.
"Yes, is an Osvaldo here?" Sanchez asked.
"Why?"
"Just answer the question."
He pushed Sanchez and her partner down off of the porch, and started running down the street, (he he he, Street). "You check the house, I'll go after him," Sanchez said getting to her feet and starting her pursuit of the suspect. She pushed the suspect down, and tired to reach for her cuffs, but before she could, he threw her onto the street, (he he he, Street). She got up and once again went in pursuit of the suspect; Sanchez got the suspect down again, this time by slamming her fist into his face. He came at her with a razor blade, cutting her on the side; she tried to get the razor away from him, but before she could he got a few more cuts. She slammed him into the concrete street, (ha ha Street), she slapped the cuffs on him, "Need any help" her partner asked as Sanchez struggled to walk the suspect back to the patrol vehicle.
Sanchez looked over at him, "No, I could have earlier though," she replied. She shoved the Latino thug into the backseat head first, his head slammed into the door, on the other side.
"To the hospital we will go," her partner said getting into the driver's seat.
"Yeah, I've been there everyday this week," Sanchez replied getting into the passenger's seat. This week is only getting worse, Chris thought.
Author's Note: And we know what happens after that, read and review, I'd really appreciate your thought. Luv you peeps already.