Everything changes when I hear Rosa's voice over the radio. " Diaz, 4118, Show me going."

It was just a typical day when it happened. I'd been out all morning on a stakeout with Jake, we'd got the guy and walked into the bullpen with him. Jake made some stupid joke, but nobody laughed. Not even Charles. They were all gathered around a very pale Gina's desk. "Shhhh!"

"Diaz, 4118, show me going." The badge number is familiar to me, but my mind was blank. "4118 we have you going."

It's Rosa.

Part of me wants to turn around and run. But I can't. I'm frozen. I can't do anything but stand there in stunned silence. Why do I feel like I've just run a marathon? The walls are closing in. I can't breathe. Rosa Diaz, my Rosa, is running into an active shooting.

And there's nothing I can do about it.

All my life I've identified as bisexual but telling someone made it feel a bit too real. We're living in an age where homophobia and racism still exists, and although it's better, I'm not sure I can deal with an entire group of people hating me. On top of that, there was a problem. I'd always believed the girl I wanted would never be interested in someone like me. It didn't make logistical sense, how could someone like her like me? She's smart, tough, hard to read and really pretty. Screw that, she's downright sexy (if a little scary) And there I was, sat in my pantsuit organising my desk and sniffing binders.

I didn't have a hope.

But it was okay because I had no time for dating. I was going to be the NYPD's youngest ever captain. It's all I've ever wanted since I was little, and I wasn't about to give that dream up, even if it meant I had to tolerate Jake teasing me about being single, and Charles rubbing his sex life in my face.

That all changed nearly two years ago. I was getting ready to be set up by Kylie. She'd been begging me to go on a date for months, and I eventually agreed, but with no promises of a relationship afterwards. I was only going tonight to get her to shut up and leave me alone.

I stood in front of my closet, staring at the clothes options. Of which there weren't many. It was either my work clothes or a slinky black cocktail dress I didn't know I had. I pulled the cocktail dress out, holding it against my body and staring at myself in the mirror. It really wasn't my style. Can you turn up to a date in a suit?

Half an hour later I decide to brave it and choose the cocktail dress, knowing my date would probably walk off if I turned up in a pantsuit. Not that it mattered. I was only going to make Kylie happy. Definitely not to get a girlfriend. I'm far too busy for that nonsense.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, running my hands down the close-fitting fabric. It wasn't anything special, but I actually looked kind of hot in it. I messed around with my hair for a bit, trying to experiment with different styles I saw on Pinterest, but eventually, I just leave it down. A little bit of light makeup and a nude lipstick to compliment my look, and I'm done.

I think.

The natural makeup look is in now, right?

Maybe I should try putting my hair up one more time.

The place I'm going to is fantastic. It's a lively lesbian bar not far away from my apartment. The drinks there are incredible, reasonably priced (for Brooklyn) and they've got live music playing every other night.

Blind dates are awkward because you don't know what the date looks like so you can't go find them. I text Kylie to let her know I'll be waiting at the bar for my date and take a seat on a nearby stool. I hear a loud, piercing wolf whistle which makes me jump slightly. I turn around to find Mike (the bartender) smiling and pushing my usual towards me. "Hey girl, how you doing? You look fucking hot, got a date tonight?" I grin into my martini, blushing slightly. "Yeah I do, I'm just waiting for her now. I'm a little nervous, to be honest." I take a sip of my drink as Mike chuckles to himself. "You've nothing to be nervous of! If I were straight, I'd totally ask you out! I'm sure whoever you're meeting is going to love you."

Mike and I are chatting about work when someone pats me on the back. I take another big sip of my drink and signal for another before turning around to smile at the woman that stood before me.

Oh my God.

She was hot.

"Hi, Amy right?" Jenny asked, offering her hand. I take it and try to get the words out "Yeah, I take it you're Jenny?" Jenny nodded slightly, making her long blond hair bob. "What you drinking?" I try not to stare as she takes a seat next to me, her tanned legs curling underneath her dainty body. "I think I'll go with a silk panty." I grin, raising my drink "No way! That's what I drink!"

Jenny was cute, funny and articulate. She was 35, a doctor specialising in emergency medicine, she grew up with four brothers and had a deep love for stationary and tests. Best of all, she'd been chatting with me for the last 30 minutes and hadn't walked off yet.

I turned to Mike to order another drink when out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a girl with curly black hair and a leather jacket smirking at me.

Was that... Rosa?