Chapter 25

(John's POV)

One month later, my partner and I were asked to work the night shift. We worked from 6 pm to 6 am the next day. It was two o'clock in the morning when we arrived at the diner in our patrol area. It was a quiet night and we decided to get something to eat.

"Good morning, Officers," James, the owner of the diner said.

"Morning," I said.

My partner and I walked up to the counter and took a seat.

"How you doing this morning?"

"We're fine," My partner said. "Just hungry."

"Very hungry," I said.

"Well, what can I get you fellas?" James asked.

"Coffee for right now," My partner said.

"Me too."

James poured us both two cups of coffee. I added cream and sugar, stirred it and took a sip.

"How's that girlfriend of yours, Officer Cena?" James asked.

I smiled. James knew all about my relationship with Trish. "She's doing great."

"Good. How about those babies? Are they developing well?"

"Yeah, they're doing well inside the womb."

"Good."

As my partner and I were looking over the menu, three men walked into the diner. They walked right up to the counter.

I suddenly felt a gun pressed against my back.

"Give us all the money in the cash register or these cops get it," One of the men said. He held a gun and pointed it at James.

My partner and I both had guns pressed against our backs. The other two men held the guns to our backs. They grabbed the guns from our holsters and threw them away. I kept my hands on the counter.

James took the money from the cash register and gave it to the man. He held his hands up in defense once the man had the money.

"Get up," The men told me and my partner. We did as we were told. We turned on the seats at the counter to get up. The men pointed their guns at us.

I quickly turned to the man holding the gun at me and fought him the gun. My partner did the same.

"Knock it off now, or James gets it." The man with the money held his gun to James's head. My partner and I stopped fighting the guys for the guns. The two hit my partner and me with the guns. We both went down on our knees, because of the blow to the head.

"Right where we want you," One of the men said, pointing his gun at me.

I glared at him. The man backed away from James and went over to the door. The other two men went to follow, but the man with the money shot them both, turning on them. He then ran from the diner.

I got up quickly and grabbed my gun from the floor and ran after the man. I saw the direction the man ran in and followed him.

"Freeze," I shouted, pointing my gun at him. The man stopped, turned, and shot at me three times.

(Trish's POV)

The phone started ringing. I groaned. I looked at the clock. It was three o'clock in the morning. I answered the phone.

"Hello," I said.

"Trish?" The person on the other end asked.

"Yes," I said with a yawn.

"It's Michael Lawson, John's partner."

"Oh, my God, is John, okay?" I asked.

"John's been shot!"

"Oh, my God, is he?"

"He's in surgery!"

"Oh, my God!" I said.

"It's okay, Trish, it's okay. Just calm down."

I covered my mouth with my hand and cried.

"Listen to me, Trish," Michael said.

"Mmm-hmm," I sobbed.

"Take a deep breath and try to stay calm."

I nodded my head. I did just that.

"That's it. It's okay. John's where he needs to be."

"What happened?" I asked.

Michael told me what all happened.

"Did they get the guy who shot John?"

"Yes, they got him. He's down at the station now."

"Good."

"I'll keep you posted. Go back to sleep. John would want you to rest."

"Okay, I will. Thank you."

"Bye."

"Bye," I said.

I hung up the phone. I sighed. I took couple deep breaths and relaxed

"John's okay. He's in surgery. He'll be okay."