"MIKE!"
His head snapped up from his crouched position along the docks when Mike heard his partners cry for help. Feeling the air getting stuck in his lungs, the Lieutenant jumped to his feet and rushed toward the warehouse long before he even saw what was happening.
A few hundred feet out, a man in dark pants and a blue jacket was sprinting down the docks toward the busy Embarcadero. Feeling his senses go into overdrive, Mike ran faster, his eyes scanning the nearby warehouse for any signs of his partner's whereabouts.
Finally, he saw Steve's arm appear beneath a mountain of empty storage barrels that littered the entrance to the large building, some of them rolling into the water. Even before he reached the scene, the young Inspector had dug himself out of the mess before giving chase.
Falling into step behind him, they made their way down the narrow lane of the parking area filled with cars on either side. Forcing himself to slowly breathe in and out of his nose to keep up his stamina, Mike accelerated once again, just to see their suspect turn a corner and continue his escape toward town.
Steve was slowly gaining on him as Mike began to fall behind. Even turning a corner to shave some distance off didn't help much.
As they approached the busy two-lane road ahead, Steve finally caught a break when a car turning to the right nearly hit their suspect, causing him to hesitate. It was enough for the young Inspector to catch up and launch himself on top of the man, propelling both onto the sidewalk before coming to a halt by a nearby newsstand.
By the time Mike caught up with them, Steve had wrestled their suspect onto his stomach and put on the handcuffs, before unceremoniously dragging him to his feet.
"Nice job, Buddy Boy.", he said, as both detectives tried to catch their breath.
Eventually, Steve smiled cheekily before pointing his chin at the distance they covered from the warehouse, that now laid almost half a mile back.
"See…I told you I was faster."