Chapter 1

I made my way through the police cars that were blazing with lights and sirens. I made sure to check my gun and put on a bulletproof vest before venturing up to Chief Sterns.

"Ah, Officer Pennington!" Sterns told me with a smile.

"Chief, what's the ten four?" I asked with a hint of a smile.

"Hostage situation. They're terrorists and don't wish to give up their advantage."

"Good. I can get close to the building and maybe negotiate with these terrorists. Approximately how many?"

"We've counted four so far."

"At least someone does their job," I said with a smile.

I cautiously made my way closer to the building. It honestly looked like it would just fall apart if someone sneezed. I could hear a woman's crying coming from the far end of the building, off to the right side. I made my way there, careful to keep quiet and stick to the shadows. I could see the woman sitting on the ground and the terrorist behind her. There were about two others in the room also. I knew that this would be a tricky situation.

"Police! NYPD! Put your fucking hands up!" I screamed pointing my gun at the three terrorists. The two behind the captor held their hands up and backed up nervously.

"I ain't gonna do it lady," the one holding the woman hostage said with a sneer. He brought the knife closer to her throat.

"Look, you have a knife, I have a gun. So do what I said and put your hands up!" I said with more brutality than the first time.

The man was clearly intimidated by me.

"Bitch!" he swore and spat at me. He let his hostage go and made to swipe at me with the knife.

"If you don't put your knife down right now, you will get charged with assault on a police officer," I warned him, but he just laughed. "I will give you to a count of ten. One, two, four, five, seven, eight, ten!" He still didn't drop his weapon so I shot one of his toes off. He swore and dropped his weapon.

"Chief I have them in custody. Please send reinforcements and extra handcuffs," I radioed in. I kept my gun trained on the three of them, while I could hear the other police officers drawing closer. After the men were cuffed, we decided to take them outside for frisking, as the lighting was a bit dim in that room.

As I was patting down the cocky man, that had held the woman hostage smirked.

"Ya, know, honey, if you were that eager to get into my pants all you had to do was ask," he said with a sneer. I slapped me.

"Police brutality," he instantly cried out. Chief just looked the other way.

"Way I see it, is that is was self-defense," I said with an innocent expression. My fellow officers all grinned and nodded their heads at that statement. I smirked at the mans expression. "Besides any man shouldn't take what he can't dish," I said with a sneer. I finished patting him down and made sure that he bumped the top of the cop car with his head. I left with my partner in the car, to go book these three and write the report.

Meanwhile on the rooftops four shadowed figures gazed at the sight.

"Man, that officer was hot!" One of them exclaimed.

"Mike, just shut the hell up!" Another one snarled.

"Geez Raph. Have a crush?" the one named Mike said with an impish grin.

"Not again," another one groaned as Raph took off after Mike.

" 'Fraid, so Donnie," the fourth one said watching his brother chase his other brother.

"Do ya think that will be the end of them?" Donnie asked his elder brother.

"Nah, they keep coming back. Even when we think they are gone." Leo said, coming into the light.

"What about that chick?" Mike asked a moment later. "D'ya think any of those wack bags saw her?"

"Dunno Mike. I dunno," Leo said glumly looking at the cop cars trailing lights. "Let's go home. Master will be worried."

Later at night I had just gotten a shower after writing a report, when my phone rang.

"Hello?" I said towel drying my hair. "Dan! How are you? How's school?"

I frowned as I listened to my brother rant on the other end of the line. "I'm fine." I frowned more as I listened him shout.

"Uh huh. . . . Yup .. . . Absolutely sure, Dan . . . This isn't too dangerous of a job Dan! God damn it! . . . Shit! . . . Dan, this is my life. If I want to be a cop then I chose it! Besides I am damn good at my job!"

All of a sudden I felt the forboding sense that I wasn't alone anymore. I instinctively ducked, and it is good that I did or else that would have been the night that I died.

"Fuck! Dan!" I screamed as Dan grew more worried. Dan informed me that he had some friends that could help me as I raced back to my room. I shut the door and locked it, as I heard the bullets hitting the living room wall and the floor.

"Where are you?" Dan asked me. "Bedroom. Gunshots! Fuck! I have to hide," I told him.

"Stay on the phone with me until my friends get there ok?" Dan pleaded with me.

"Fine," I whispered, just as I heard a heavy step outside of my door. "Dan, I'm not alone!" I said panicking as the foot suddenly crashed against my door. I grabbed my gun and pointed it at the door as a green man crashed through.

"Whoa! Lady, don't shoot!" The man said automatically. I noticed he had an orange bandana on and had what I assumed to be nunchuks in his hands.

"Your Dan's friends?" I asked not lowering my gun.

"Yup!" he said cheerfully.

"Damn, my day keeps getting better and better!" I said before I fainted.