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Hey guys! This is basically a Twilight fanfic, with a slight Little Women crossover. Hope you guys enjoy!
Chapter 1: Rookie Day
"So how long have you been with the force?" rookie Edward Cullen asked as he rode- for the first time- in a police cruiser with his instructor, Emmett Cullen.
"Edward, you're my step-brother. I think you know." Emmett rolled his eyes, stopping at a red light.
"I know, but I want to make the most of this day."
Emmett looked at the clock- 9:30. "I hate the night shift." He sighed.
"Car 305, code 8-4. Private residence."
"What was that?" Edward jumped.
"Dispatch." Emmett replied, picking up the walkie-talkie off the dash. "Address?"
"1515 Market Street."
"What's a code 8-4?" Edward asked.
"Code 8 is domestic violence, 4 is the suspicion of fire arms." Emmett replied, flipping on the siren and speeding off toward the north, never minding the fact that he was still sitting at a red light. "4 you don't worry about unless it's a known drug house, gang neighborhood, or unless it turns into a code 6."
"Code 6?" Edward asked, holding onto the dashboard, trying not to get sick from his stepbrothers reckless driving.
"Confirmed fire arms." Emmett mumbled.
Finally the car came to a stop and Emmett jumped out, jogging over to the steps of the residence where a tall blond girl that wore a jean mini-skirt and a yellow tank top who was talking to a women officer.
"Alice!" Emmett said. The women officer turned to look at Emmett, but got up from her squat and walked over to him. "What's the story?"
"The girl, Rosalie, says she got rapped by the suspect, who's in custody. He's clearly intoxicated." Officer Alice Brandon-Cullen replied.
"Nice job, sis. Take Ed. I'm going to talk to this girl." Emmett said, patting his half-sister on the shoulder, walking over to the steps. "Hello. I'm officer Cullen with the Seattle Police Department." He said, squatting down so that he was eye-level with the girl. "Rosalie, is it?" The girl looked up at him and it took Emmett a minute to remember why he was here. "Why don't you tell me what happened and why you're here." His tone grew soft.
"Well, Royce called me and asked me to come over." The girl said, whipping a tear out of her eye.
"Is Royce the man in the back of the cruiser?" Emmett asked.
She nodded. "He's my boyfriend. He called me, so I came over, thinking he just wanted to hang out, but when I got here, I noticed he was drunk and I tried to get out, but he grabbed me a-and pulled me into his room." Her hand began to shake.
Emmett put his hand gently on top of hers. "It's okay. We'll take care of him, but look; I know this is a terrible thing to go through, so here's my number. My little sister went through the same thing, so I kinda know how it feels. If you need anything just call." He said, pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to her.
She nodded. "Thank you so much."
He tried not to smile at he beautiful face. "Is there anyone I could call for you?"
Rosalie looked to the left. "No… my family's here."
Just then, a man came running toward her. "Rosie!"
"John!" she jumped up and ran toward the man.
"Baby, did that man hurt you?" John asked, holding her arms-length looking at her.
She nodded as four other girls joined them. "It's okay now, though." Rosalie looked over at Emmett with a sincere smile of gratitude, the paper he gave her tucked away in her back pocket.
"Well, lets get you home. It's late." John said as they walked away toward two parked cars across the street.
"That was so cool, Em!" Edward came running over.
"It's all in a days work." Emmett replied, walking back toward his cruiser, parked next to his half-sisters. "Al, I'll take your cruiser. I don't want you around that scum."
"Em, it's okay. I arrested him, remember?" she replied, not liking the sexism.
"Yeah, Em!" Edward said, clearly worried about being in an enclosed area with a drunk man.
Emmett wasn't having it. He jumped into Alice's cruiser. "Fine. You take Edward. After I take care of this dirt-bag, I'll be home. Don't worry, I'll sign you both out."
And with that he drove away.
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