*a few weeks later*
Rainbow Lust - Part 3
At night, the city whirred with smouldering life. Dusky shadows of darkness immersed the streets, chasing and fading the final traces of natural light away. A luminosity of subtle orangey-yellows, sourced from towered flickering street lamps, added a sense of warmth to the crisp night.
Party and adrenaline aspirants were surfacing, alcohol flowed generously. Cacophonous music blasted from clubs, reverberating the city centre's invisible walls, combined with the drunk chatter and giggles of intoxicated humans. Strident colours of disco lights bounced off the pavements and walls in a spiralling motion.
Sam and Jen patrolled the streets, pacing back roads repeatedly. Their presence was to protect the tranquility and peace of Bradford, attentive for any unsociable behaviour or people in distress. The night was quiet so far. But also incredibly young. Midnight was approaching, the bars and clubs were yet to reach their complete climax.
"Well this isn't frightening at all, Murray, glad I wore me nappy." Smith's northern accent was rich, enhancing every word as she laughed blissfully. The nights had the potential to be the most tricky, and perhaps dangerous. Some crimes were more susceptible to the dark. There was a significant increase in booze levels.
"Mm, I wouldn't speak too soon." The older woman muttered while continuing to amble with her hands slipped into her pockets. They were still learning. She had witnessed some of the awful events that were capable of unfolding at night during police training. Things could go from impeccably tranquil and calm to fiery and raging in moments.
Both participated in hosting an idle conversation, discussing random topics and leisurely learning new information about each other. Small talk. The brunette was most vigilant to her surroundings, braced for trouble; Jen was content to immerse herself in the subject with passion.
A fight had launched in the near horizon as they turned the corner. Two males were viciously fighting one another, young females screaming and squealing from the side. An audience was assembling. Some chanting encouragement yet none attempting to prevent the violence.
They sprinted towards the equally physical and verbal conflict, arms pumping and feet thundering. Shrilling voices instructing for innocent bystanders to move out of harms way, alerting their presence as cops. With a joint effort, the duo tore the blokes apart, pouncing and wrestling them to the ground despite the fierce battle of defence delivered. Restrained and cautioned under the act of law, it was time to assess the situation and appropriate action.
Hours had passed. The heart of the night had arrived, time intolerably sluggish. Being handcuffed to a criminal was not a joy. Drunk, vile felons. It was one of the worst dimensions that accompanied the job. But the offender's they had arrested required medical attention that couldn't be postponed. So both cops escorted and guarded a culprit each. Questioning and charging would have to wait.
Accident and emergency was exceptionally busy; as always on a weekend night with unfortunate party and thrill seekers flooded the floors. The brunette's peace breaker was first to be called by a nurse who would treat the lacerations he had obtained. For ages he had tugged at the handcuffs and created a nuisance of himself as well as testing the officer's patience to the absolute limit. But for the last quarter of an hour he had subdued and piped down, though his awkward attitude was yet to fade.
"Get up, Reid." Her teeth were gritted impatiently as she hauled the man to his feet against his objections, "Now move, and don't even think of causing anymore chaos or disorderly behaviour."
He staggered a couple of faltered steps and stopped abruptly. Sam was about to speak but her words were replaced with a repulsive grimace and nauseous gag as the male projectile vomited all over her without warning. A booze inflicted consequence.
The only clothing available for her to switch into was a set of hospital scrubs. Thin scratchy cotton in ceil blue. Sam reluctantly peeled off her own police uniform and changed into the hideous attire supplied, desiring for her shift to end so she could vacate to her home. To Mike. The detail that she hadn't even been able to salvage her loved black trousers added to her frustration.
Murray trudged back into the dreary yet buzzing corridors, stalking in search of her partner and an update regarding their criminals. "Any news?" A bland inquiry with her hands shoved into the pockets of the scrub bottoms, face dipped to the floor allowing a few loose locks of thick, chestnut hair to cascade and conceal her features.
"Nice outfit, by the way." The younger blonde twitched her shoulders in the approximation of a shrug, "Reid is being treated in cubicles with a male doctor and nurse - handcuffed to the bed and with his paralytic state there's no real concern of him going far. I'm waiting for Ashton to come out of x-ray."
Sam processed the information swiftly, acknowledging with a meek nod. There was still no sign of this awful night ending any time soon. She was going to have to embrace her new attire.
"That shade of blue really suits you, you know, it compliments your complexion greatly." A teasing smirk danced upon her lips, head titled to the side marginally.
"Shut up." Short yet sharp. Grumbling, she lifted her head promptly, shooting an ominous glare at her buddy.
Jen exhaled a melodious giggle, tucking a stray blonde curl behind her ear neatly, followed by a playful nudge in the ribs, "So you don't fancy a career change? To a nurse, in such a sexy uniform." Jokey and torment slurred her manner as she battled and failed to maintain a straight face.
"Here," She extracted a note from her pocket, pressing it into her work partner's hand securely, "Go get us both a coffee. Add a couple of shots of something stronger if you like." The expression confirmed that she was only joking; Sam was beginning to understand her bubbly sense of humour, "Reid should be discharged soon, they will nearly have finished suturing his wounds. And if Ashton's x-rays are clear then he's good to head back to the station too."