Disclaimer: I don't own Rookie Blue or the title of the story, which was inspired by the song of the same name by fun.

Author's note: This afternoon I stumbled upon a prompt on tumblr, and seeing as I am a relatively new fan of Rookie Blue, I decided I would give the prompt a go using Rookie Blue characters. I wrote this pretty quickly, so it might be a bit sloppy. I think it's fairly decent, though, considering it's my first time writing Rookie Blue fanfiction. I give my profuse thanks to anybody who gives their feedback, as reviews are greatly appreciated. Anyway, I hope my readers enjoy this!


Prompt #1 – Beginning

"That is a crappy lock."

Her hands are shaking violently as she points the gun at the two men. "Don't move. Put your hands up," she orders a bit breathlessly. She can only hope that she sounds authoritative.

While the man on her right complies, the other man rises to his feet. He wears a casual expression of indifference, as if she doesn't daunt him in the slightest, and it infuriates her. "I said don't move! Stay where you are!" she yells.

The man looks almost amused. "See ya." And just like that, he slips out the opened window and takes off running.

"No, I… Stop!" Her face is flushed with irritation as she calls after him. Why does this have to happen on her first day of being a police officer?

When he reappears, she feels a faint flicker of hope—that is, until he mutters, "Here we go," and snatches the second man by his arm and drags him along. Mumbling incoherently to herself, she hesitates for a heartbeat before following in pursuit.

"I said don't move!"

"Or what?" the man shouts back scathingly.

God damnit. She glances over her shoulder, back into the apartment and calls out desperately, "Traci! Traci!"

There's no response from her friend or from dispatch, so she scrambles helplessly down the fire escape.

xxx

She feels stupid and flustered and clueless after her brief encounter with the detective. I can't do anything right, she thinks angrily as she makes her way down the alley. Upon hearing a voice that possibly sounds like the potential subject, however, she requests for backup and, gun in hand, corners the two men from the apartment. "Police! Don't move! Put your hands up right now… hurry up… NOW!"

The man who had led the runaway finally listens, and she nearly sighs in relief. "Put 'em against the fence, both of you," she commands. As she holsters her gun to check the man who is vocalizing his complaints, the first one bolts off. Again.

Fortunately, she doesn't have to run very far before she tackles him to the ground. Ignoring his groans of pain, she looks back at the other man. "Don't move! Get back to the fence right now!" she demands, and thankfully he obeys.

"You don't want to do this," says the man beneath her.

"Shut up. Turn over," she hisses indignantly. She feels a sense of triumph as she begins to cuff him.

The man, however, is persistent. "I'm serious. You've got to trust me…"

She scoffs at his ridiculous statement. "I'm serious, too. Now shut up. Resisting arrest… fleeing the scene…" Then she proceeds to pat him down, smirking when she finds the drugs in his back pocket. "Oh… possession!"

Disregarding his pain and his words, she hauls him to his feet and, with a victorious smile on her face, leads both of the men to where the squad cars await them.

xxx

Her pride overrides the momentary embarrassment of forgetting to turn her radio on. "Listen, I've made a couple of arrests," she excitedly tells Shaw. "They're in the back of the car."

"Arrests? For what?"

"Fleeing the scene, possession… One guy matches the subject description."

Shaw arches an eyebrow. "Really?" he chuckles, sounding skeptical, but she nods. "Okay. Yeah, let's get 'em back to the barn, yeah. I'm starving."

"Uh, because you said don't let anybody leave the scene—"

"I know what I said. What do you want? A cookie?" snorts Shaw while sliding into the car.

She does so as well, her lips pursed, and is befuddled by Shaw's behavior in the squad car but doesn't bother to probe further.

Her confusion increases tenfold when they get back to the station and Detective Barber greets the man she apprehended as if he were a long-lost friend. "You're a cop?" she says in disbelief.

xxx

Chaos erupts, and she feels like the biggest idiot on the planet.

Her skin is on fire, burning with humiliation as the man—Sam—chews her out in Boyko's office. She half-heartedly attempts to defend herself, though Sam will have none of it. He shouts at her and berates her and hurls sharp-tongued insults. Each one stings more than the next, and she barely suppresses a flinch as he stalks out with a snarky, "Thanks, pal. Friends forever!"

She really couldn't have screwed up more on her first day.

xxx

Although her first day has drained almost all of the energy she possesses from her bones, she musters all the courage she has left and approaches the previously undercover officer until she's standing beside him. "Hey, thanks for the tip today," she says shyly.

His dark, mysterious eyes that seem to dance with a hint of mischief appraise her. "Worked out pretty good," he remarks nonchalantly.

"Yeah," she agrees, smiling. "So can I buy you a drink? To say thank you, apologize…"

Instead of giving her a direct reply, he answers with a question of his own. "Anton Hill, you know who he is?"

The question baffles her, throws her off guard. She shakes her head and utters a soft 'no'. Guilt washes over her as he continues, and her heart unexpectedly stutters with disappointment when he declines her offer. "Okay," she murmurs in resignation, dejection seeping through her veins as she walks away.

Andy McNally returns to her original table, just in time to hear Chris and Dov pondering aloud about what Boyko had said earlier. "Serve, protect, and…"

"And don't screw up," she finishes with a sigh. Dov brushes off her fretful words by animatedly raving about her day of success, and she manages a small laugh. Her mind, however, can't help but to linger back to the man with the dark, mysterious eyes.

And yet, she remains completely and utterly oblivious to the same dark, mysterious eyes gazing intently at the back of her head.