Hey guys. Sorry for the late update, but work has been hectic. Plus my granny has broken her back too. I may be wrong on how this works in the US, but in Scotland you can go to police academy at 17 but not be in the police til your 18. Here's the next chapter. Enjoy!

Without gloating, I landed my plane perfectly at the private airstrip, just outside LA.

I parked Tracy 4, in her hanger, completed my post flight checks and then grabbed my stuff and headed for my car.

I was so excited to get back to work!

The thrill of not knowing what tasks lay ahead of me and the excitement of being able to hold my gun in my hand again.

My gun is probably the best part of my job.

Knowing this single piece of equipment, smaller than a laptop, could mean the difference between life and death, made me respect it 100%.

Even thinking about my work gun gave me shivers of excitement, and I started to walk faster to my car.

When I reached my car, I looked at the machine and sighed.

For a girl who has a fair amount of money in her bank, I own a 12 year old Peugeot 206 that has a 1.2 engine.

Note to self: look at cars tomorrow. Need something newer.

I through my duffel bag into the trunk and then climbed into the driver's seat.

Before I drove off, I had two tasks to do.

First one was to phone dad.

I decided that I would just text him, because if I phoned him, it would end up in a lecture about using my gun and probably being safe.

I chuckled slightly, realising how well I knew my dad.

To: dad

Hi dad. Landed safely. All stored away. Away to work. Will phone once I have finished my shift so will be about 8am your time.

Love Marty x

I sent the text, hoping to get a reply soon.

While I waited for a reply, I moved onto my second task.

Phone my boyfriend.

Man I missed him. I hadn't seen him in over a week.

His name is Fraser Campbell and he works as a mechanic. We've been dating for 9 months and going strong. We don't live together yet, but maybe soon we will. I haven't seen him a lot recently because about 2 months ago, he visited his family in Jacksonville for a family reunion. When he was there, his little cousin, who is an orphan and lives with Fraser's mom, asked him to come and watch him play baseball the next day.

Fraser thought he was brilliant and now spends every weekend in Jacksonville with his cousin and other family members. I don't mind as I work weekends and we see each other almost every day during the week. Also I'm glad he's close to his family like I am with my family.

I think he may be the One.

When I took my week's vacation to the Island, Fraser also took a week off his work and went to Jacksonville. Like my brothers, he will be back tomorrow afternoon.

Again so unfair.

I pull out my phone to phone him.

As the phone rings, I am grinning like a Cheshire cat because I can't wait to hear his voice.

"Hey honey." Replies Fraser from the other end. As he was speaking, he sounded out of breathe.

"Hey babe. You having fun?" I almost screamed my reply down the phone.

"Yeah. Just been out for run. What are doing?" Answered Fraser.

"Just heading to work. Just called to say I'm free for dinner tomorrow so we can finally see each other. I missed you so much!" I replied – that time I did shout a little bit.

"I missed you to babe. I'll be home at 3, so I'll pick you up at 5." Replied Fraser.

"Sounds great. I can't wait." I answered back.

"Listen I go to go. Can't wait til tomorrow. Love you. Bye." Stated Fraser as he hung up.

"Love you too. Bye." I replied.

As I hung up my phone, I saw I had a new message.

I decided to quickly open it and read it. It was from dad.

From: Dad

Okay x

That's it!

After taking the time to write a text message, I get a short and sweet reply.

Feeling the love dad.

I just laughed like I do in all situations. I turned my attention back to the old machine I was sitting in.

"I bet Thunderbird 4 could go faster than you. Oh well, our time is almost up." I said out loud to myself, while smiling.

I started the engine and began the short journey from the airstrip to the LAPD.

The late LA heat was calming on my skin as I drove on the highway with my music blaring quiet loud.

It was only as I reached the LAPD that I turned down the music to a very low level, so no-one could hear what I was listening to.

I parked in the area that was for "employees."

I grabbed my work bag that I had kept in the trunk all week which contained my work clothes.

As I walked towards the entrance of the station, I saw a few familiar faces that I had worked with before on cases and spoke to at the station. As I walked pasted all of them, I was greeted with "Hello's" and other greetings.

Most of my friends are also cops like me and the station is like my home away from home.

I am smiling as I breach the entrance and nearly explode through the doors.

Calm down Marty! Your 19 not 9

As I open the door, I am bombarded with "Hello's" and "How was your vacation" from everyone that I know – which is pretty much everyone on duty.

I greet everyone with the same answer. "Hi. Yeah it was great. Talk later." I would love to sit and talk to everyone about my holiday, but I can't wait to get my uniform on and start my shift.

I head into the ladies changing rooms and put on my uniform.

I now had my uniform on and I was away to put on my belt which held all my "tools" as I call them, when I heard "So you are finally gracing us with your presence."

I spun around and saw my best friend – sorry Gordon – and roommate Teigan Anderson.

Teigan is my best friend since we met at the police academy when we were both 17 and a half. When we graduated we were both stationed here, and we both couldn't be happier. We do everything together – eat together, live together, work-out together etc.

I run up to Teigan and give her a huge hug.

"Hey. How've you been?" I asked.

"I'm good. Just missed my roommate. Living on your own for a week is scary." Replied Teigan.

For being a cop, this girl is a major whose.

"Don't worry. You just have to do it tonight. I'm back on dayshift on Tuesday and we'll be back to normal." I replied trying to cheer her up.

"Thanks. I feel better now. What time are you finishing?" replied Teigan with a slight smile.

"7pm until about 9am I think. Are you just finishing?" I asked.

"Yeah. Just finished. Going home to do nothing but watch TV." Stated Teigan, sounding exhausted from finishing her latest shift.

I looked at my watch realising it was 6:55

"I'm jealous. Listen I got to go and get my gun and start work. I'll see you tomorrow. We can have a sofa day." I replied beaming at the idea.

"It's a date. See you tomorrow." Replied Teigan, beaming herself.

We hugged once more and then Teigan left to go home to our house.

I picked up my belt, which held my handcuffs and other "tools" I needed.

As I clicked the belt on, I had to loosen it. Onaha's cooking had definitely led me to gain a few pounds. Tomorrow or Tuesday needed to be a major gym day.

I loosened my belt so that it was comfy for me to wear and then I headed to the main office to pick up my gun.

As I reach the office, I couldn't see Roy Deaton anywhere. Stupid Rookie!

I signed and headed to the desk to collect my gun.

"Hi Anne. Can I have my gun please?" I asked Anne, the reception lady. A small, elderly lady who was in charge of keeping all officers' gun's protected. She didn't speak much and rarely smiled. I hope I didn't turn into her one day.

She handed me a form and simply said "Name and Badge Number."

I took the form and the filled in the questions.

Name: Officer Marty Tracy

Badge ID: 8197

I handed the form back to her and waited while she went and retrieved my gun for me.

Come on Anne. You have no idea how much I want my gun back. Please hurry.

Anne came back a moment later, carrying my baby.

As she handed it to me, I check to see if she was in good condition and had plenty of bullets in her. She did have plenty of ammo and when I was satisfied she was in good condition, I placed her in her holder on my belt.

"Hi baby. I missed you." I thought to myself as I put the gun in its holder.

I thanked Anne and went to look for Roy.

As I turned around, I saw captain Brody coming up to me. My Boss was coming up to me after I had been in the door for two minutes. Did I do something wrong?

Before I could say hello to him, He spoke to me first.

"Officer Tracy my office please." He stated and walked away.

Aww crap! I'm in troubled.

I wasted no time in following him to his office – wondering what I had done to be here.

I reached his office just as captain Brody had gone into his office. I opened the door, went in and closed it behind me. I waited nervously for him to ask me to sit down.

"Sit down Tracy. Down worry you have done nothing wrong." Stated Captain Brody with a smile on his face.

I sat down and relaxed a little. Brody was now using his less formal voice and I realised I wasn't in trouble.

"How was your vacation?" Asked Brody.

"It was really good. Just nice to have a chance to relax, but glad to be back. Thank you for asking Sir." I replied, trying not to sound nervous in my voice.

Brody had obliviously picked up on it.

"Don't worry Tracy. You're not in trouble. I just need to talk to you." Replied Brody.

After Brody said that, I felt like a deflated balloon. All my worry and panic disappeared and was now welcome to what Brody had to say to me.

"Ok Tracy. I'm going to be straight with you. Since you joined the force one year ago at 18 years old, I wasn't sure what to expect. I had an image of a spoiled rich daddy's girl causing trouble. However I have been very impressed by you. You do everything by the book; your arrest level is good. Basically you're the kind of Officer this city needs." Stated Brody.

I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face. My boss was highly praising my work. Go me!

"For that reason Tracy, I want to give you a promotion." Stated Brody.

WHAT!

"I want to take the detectives exam and become detective Tracy." Replied Brody.

You have got to be kidding me!

To be continued.

This is where it's going to get good. Please read and review.