Set two years before The Pilot.
Stef
I unlocked the cell to let him out. Me and my partner just arrested him for possession of drugs while driving. He claims that he didn't do any of it before driving so therefore he shouldn't get jail time. He isn't the smartest.
"Ok you have one phone call, but you already knew that didn't you?" i said. He has been arrested multiple times since sixteen years old.
"Sassy, i like it" he said and i rolled my eyes. "And yes, being that i have watched movies before i would know that"
"Either make the call or i will put you back in the oversized dog kennel" i said and he picked up the phone and dialed a number.
"Hey, man…" he started and paused. "Yes i got caught. Can you bail me out?"
"Sorry, i'll pay you back. If it makes it any better the cop is hot…. yes a female cop… i ain't like that, man" he said and i tried to resist the urge to vomit at the hot comment. I hate when other cops or the people I pulled over/ arrest think of me as a girl. As bad as it is you don't get as much respect being a female cop as a male one. You definitely won't if the person thinks you're 'hot'. On top of the that his homophobic comment wasn't appreciated.
"You're times up" i said bitterly.
"Alright… have to go dude." he said then hung up.
I put him back into the cell and sat down at the desk. I can't wait for this day to be over.
"You seem like you're having a bad day." he said and i rolled my eyes.
"I was having a perfectly fine day until I arrested you" i said and he looked mock-offended.
"Wow that was like a metaphorical slap across the face" he said and i resisted the urge to comment on the fact that i'm surprised he knows such a big word.
"So i'm guessing i can't have your number then?" he asked giving me what's suppose to be a charming smile but only showed his yellowing/decaying teeth. It brought the vomit back up from earlier.
"I'm taken and i wouldn't give it to you anyways" i said and he laughed.
"Oh so you're saying you wouldn't want to be with a 'bad boy'" i rolled my eyes suddenly getting even more pissed. I hate people like him.
"You know just because you shoved your dick so far into your personality that you couldn't satisfy any girl you managed to trick into bed with you doesn't mean you can flirt with me" i said and Mike who just walked in couldn't help but burst into laughter. The caged animal didn't seem to think it was as funny. He looked like he was really slapped across the face.
"Well i guess thats a good note for your shift to end on" Mike said and i was just happy i can finally go home. I turned around to him and smiled.
"Heres a new cop you can flirt with" I said and left. I felt a little bad afterwards. Mike didn't deserve the gay comment but hey i couldn't resist.
When i came home my family was all about to eat supper. We are having burgers and fries tonight since i asked Lena if she could make it for me because i was craving it.
"Hey babies" I said and then kissed Lena.
"Hey love, suppers almost done" she said.
"Thanks" i said and got out a much needed cold beer from the fridge.
"So how was your day?" she asked and i sighed.
"Oh fun, don't get me started" i complained.
"Sorry honey" i said and then we sat down to eat. After supper was done me and Lena washed the dishes.
"So what happened today?" she asked looking at me concerned.
"Oh nothing serious, just arrested a creep that insisted on flirting with me" i said.
"Did you write him up for that?" she asked.
"No but i should have" i said. "It's just so insulting you know"
"I do, it's completely disrespectful" she said.
"Yeah well i won, so…" i said and she gave me a weird look.
"Won?"
"Yeah i insulted him so bad he couldn't say anything else" i explained and she sighed.
Lena
I know nothing makes Stef more angry than guys who try to flirt with her or imply she can't do her job because she's a girl. I can't blame her that would make me furious. I know female cops don't get nearly as much respect as male cops do and it's not right. She's just as good, if not better, than any of those boys.
One of the things i didn't fully understand about her until recently was how she would rather be known as a boy at work. About a year or two ago she got into a bad fight at work when one of the people she was suppose to arrest got out of hand.
Flash back
She walked in and i could immediately tell something was wrong. She was limping and she had a bad black eye. I'm so thankful that the kids are already in bed so they didn't have to see her like this right now.
"Oh my god, honey what happened?" i asked walking over to her.
"Bad day at work" she said barely above a whisper. I can tell she's on the verge of tears. I wrapped my arms around her waist and rested my head on her shoulder.
"You ok?" i asked kissing her cheek and then helping her over to the couch.
"yeah… i hate being a girl sometimes" she said as i walked over to get her an ice-pack. I don't understand what she means by that.
"What do you mean, love" i said as i picked her twisted ankle up and put it on a pillow and put the ice-pack on it.
"I mean this wouldn't have happened if i weren't a girl" she said tears in her eyes. I got up and hugged her.
"Hey, it's ok" i said just trying to comfort her.
"No it's not, it's not fair. He wasn't cooperating and when i tried to make him he turned around and before i could do anything he punched me and kissed me causing me to fall and twist my ankle. I can guarantee you he wouldn't have done that if i was a man."she said i whipped her tear away.
"You're right it's not fair and i'm sorry. Honey, where was your partner?" i asked. I thought they had partners to keep this from happening so where was hers.
"He stopped it as soon as he could. It just happened so fast" she said.
"So this is why would you rather be known as a boy at work?" i asked it finally making sense to me.
"Men get so much more respect. If it isn't like today's instance than it's them flirting or making sexual comments" she said brushing the tear away from her eyes.
I helped her upstairs and got her out of her uniform and into her pajamas. Sure enough she had a huge bruise on her lower calf. I got her situated in bed and watched as she fell asleep from pure exhaustion.
Present
I picked up the phone without looking at the caller I.D and answered it absent-mindedly.
"Hello, Lena Adams speaking" i said despite the fact that it's mey cell-phone just to be safe.
"Hello, it's Stephanie Foster speaking and i would like to report…" she started and i rolled my eyes.
"Sorry, love i didn't look at the callers I.D" i explained and she just continued speaking.
"...A strange message for you on our house phone left at approximately two minutes ago" she said and i laughed.
"What strange message?" i asked. "From who?"
"Well… ma'am" she said and i can tell she didn't realize her joke was over.
"Did you just ma'am me?" i asked and she laughed.
"Sorry love i thought we were still… guess not" she said and i couldn't help but laugh at her.
"Anyways there was a message from some guy for you. It sounded urgent. Something about him being sorry and really needing to talk to you." she said and i tried to think of who it could be.
When i didn't answer immediately she continued with,"Is it a boyfriend? If it is you should give him you're cell number. It would be awkward if i picked up"
I rolled my eyes. Her sense of humor is always a little questionable.
"No, he's kind of an ass" i said sarcastically and she faked laughed.
"You're hilarious, they all are. So who was it?" she asked.
"I don't know but not my boyfriend for sure… he doesn't believe in apologizing" i said and i can tell she's rolling her eyes.
"No seriously" she said getting annoyed quick. She took a joke too far, why can't I?
"I don't know. I guess i'll figure out when i get home. What time do you go back to work today?"
"12:30 my shift ends at six" she explained. It's twelve now so we are both off for our lunch break. It's going to kill me all day long who could need to get in touch with me so desperately. Why wouldn't they call my cell? All i could think is that maybe it's a cousin calling because a relative died.
Once i got home i listened to the message and didn't recognize the voice. I called the number left on my voice mail.
"Hey i didn't think you would call back" said the voice that sounds like the voice of an old man that has smoked for at least twenty years.
"Who is this?" i asked and he started laughing. His laugh was like his voice rough and definitely of a smoker.
"Oh right sorry. I'm Eric Adams, you're older brother" he said and i could have sworn i didn't hear him right. I don't have an older brother.
So let me know what you think and if you think i should continue. I'm not sure how i feel about this story either but did start chapter two