Introduction. I love writing introductions to my stories if you haven't noticed. I've been doing it a lot lately. Anyway this is an introduction to my new story "Our Love Will Last Forever" this is a story about Ponch and Bonnie. I know I never thought the idea of them together was a good idea, but lately people have been asking me to write a story about them. Well, I actually was working on something, but didn't know who the girl was I would put in for Ponch to fall in love with. So now that I think of it, I love this idea. I hope everyone enjoys this story, and please review. I love reviews. If anyone has a specific request for a story please let me know and I might write it for you. I like trying to make people happy and write some things they wanna read. It is rated T just to be safe. I mean there will be some drama, romance, crimes, violence, stepping on each others toes,etc... LOL I love to use Stepping on each others toes referring to some disagreements and what not . Anyway, so now jumping into the story…

Frank Poncherello walked down the hall. He was ready for work and almost late for briefing.

"Getraer is gonna kill me," he said to himself.

"Hi, Ponch, are you ok?" asked Barry Baricza. Ponch smiled,

"I'm fine Bear," he replied.

"Yeah sure ya are," Bear said.

"Look, Bear, I am in a hurry. I don't wanna be late for briefing," Ponch said. Bear laughed,

"Ponch, I'm sorry. Briefing just ended," he said. Ponch's eyes widened in horror.

"You're kidding right?" Ponch asked.

"I wish I was," Bear replied after seeing how freaked out Ponch was. Ponch smiled nervously and pushed past Bear, and rushed to the briefing room. He saw Getraer close up his black binder. He didn't look exactly pleased to see Ponch.

"Hello, Poncherello," Getraer said not even looking at Ponch.

"Hi, Sarge, I'm sorry," Ponch said. Getraer looked at Ponch,

"You're sorry?"

"Yeah, does that surprise you?" Ponch asked getting ready to get defensive about any rude, unkind things Getraer might say to him. But to his surprise Getraer didn't respond meanly. He simply just said,

"I forgive you, Poncherello." Then he walked away. Jon ran up to Ponch.

"Where have you been? I was worried sick about you man. I waited forever for you to show up at the park. Finally I gave up and came here, hoping you'd be here. When you weren't in briefing, and you never responded to my text or phone calls, I thought…." Jon stopped talking and hugged Ponch. "I thought I'd lost you," he finally finished. Ponch was speechless.

"Jon, um I'm sorry," Ponch said when he found his voice again.

"I forgive you. So what were you doing?" Jon asked curious.

"I had a little problem with my motorcycle," Ponch said quietly hoping Jon wouldn't ask any more questions.

"Oh really? What happened?" Jon asked.

"Some guy in a tow truck ran into me and knocked me down an embankment. It was a really nice guy though. He helped me get my motorcycle here so I wouldn't have to tell Getraer about this."

"Are you ok?" Grossie asked concerned. He had been eavesdropping on the conversation.

"Yeah, just a little banged up, nothing too bad. I mean if it were that bad I would've went to a doctor. The guy offered to take me. I didn't think I needed to waste any more of his time though," Ponch said. Grossie and Jon didn't approve of that. Ponch was a young Puerto Rican cop, well known for his love of hiding problems as best as he can so he won't have to go home or work at the front desk. He also disliked hospitals and doctor's offices a lot, so he tried his best to stay away from them.

"So, Ponch, what hurts?" Grossie asked.

"Nothing really," Ponch replied. Grossie knew of a way to see if Ponch's ribs hurt, so he gave it a try.

"Hey, Ponch, how about hearing a joke?"

"No thanks, I am not in the joking mood," Ponch said.

"Oh come on, Ponch. You love jokes, don't you wanna hear one?" Jon asked. Joining in on Grossie's idea.

"I told you already, I am not in the mood," Ponch replied.

"Are you sure that's why? Or do your ribs hurt?" Grossie asked. Ponch rolled his eyes.

"My ribs are fine. Go ahead and tell your joke," Ponch replied irritated.

"What do Doritos and CHP officers have in common?" Grossie asked.

"No clue," Jon said pretending he didn't know. He knew the joke really well, Ponch made it up. It was his favorite joke.

"They are both CHiPs," Grossie said. He and Jon started laughing. Ponch always thought it was hilarious, but he didn't laugh this time.

"It's not that funny," Ponch said.

"Ponch, that joke used to make you laugh your head off," Grossie said.

"Yeah, it used to. Jokes get old after a while. Bye guys," Ponch said then walked away. He tried really hard to walk normal, but his right leg was really sore. Jon noticed, but stayed silent. "Oh come on Ponch, you gotta tell someone," he thought.

To Be Continued