Full Summary:
Lt. Krista Desantiago has been in the military for six years. Three years ago, she went into Rookie Academy and made it into the 15th. She was a Rookie for a week before getting orders to deploy. Now that she's back in the country, she's starting over at the 15th. What happens when, after only being a Rookie for a month, she gets new orders to deploy again? Will she take them? And how does everyone at the 15th react when a military official comes to the precinct during Parade and gives her her new orders? Will they understand why she left the way she did three years ago?
Major Krista Desantiago:
Three Years Ago:
Six years is a long time to be in the military, especially if you were recruited just because you have a special ability. I joined the military six years ago, and now that I was home, I was going to fulfill my mothers dream for me. I was in Rookie School, or the Academy as most cops call it, and I was about to graduate from the school. I had already gotten my acceptance letter from the 15th and would start there with the rest of the rookies from my class that had gotten acceptance letters from that precinct as well. Too bad the military had other plans for me.
One week after graduating the Academy, one week was all they gave me. I was at the 15th for one week before getting orders for Iraq. That was the end of my police officer dream. One day after getting my orders, I quit the 15th and headed home. I had everything packed up still and just needed to put it into storage at my parents' house. Then I left and joined the rest of my team at our Headquarters and we headed out.
Present:
That was three years ago. Now, I'm back and back at the 15th and everyone that was a Rookie when I left has climbed the ranks in the time that I have been away. They are all looking at me as if I'm someone different and they are all wanting to know what happened three years ago to make me want to leave. They all wanted to know why I had decided to come back now and how long I would stay this time. So far, it had been two weeks since my coming back and I was going to try to keep myself from being deployed again.
But apparently, the military didn't think I should stay as a cop this time either. We'll get to that part later. Walking back into the 15th and seeing old faces looking at me, I knew that it was going to be hard to explain. I knew that most people wouldn't like the fact that I had just walked off the job and never came back until now, nearly three years later. But they would have to deal with it. I would be starting as a Rookie again and join the other Rookie's that had started this year. None of them knew who I was so they just treated me like any other Rookie. Too bad I had to see the people I went to Rookie School with every day. Would they understand if I told them what really happened?
I never had a chance to tell them what really happened before getting paired with a Training Officer, which just happened to be my Training Officer from the first time as well. Officer Oliver Shaw remembered me from those three years ago and I knew that he would. He seemed to hate the fact that I was back and didn't seem to want to be anywhere near me. I couldn't blame him. I had never called after leaving the first time, had never told anyone where I was going or when I would be back, and had definitely not given them the time to find my replacement.
Being out with him that first day felt like the first time I ever sat in a police car, during Rookie School of course. He watched as I listened to what was going on. He saw the scar on my neck that I wasn't able to hide and he saw the scars on my face as well. I hadn't had the scars the first time I was a Rookie. Those had come after the deployment when my team and I had been captured in Iraq. He saw and I said nothing. Would he understand?