Chapter Four: How Quickly Things CHange

[ The Luca Household ]

Jim Street was the first one up in the household. The clock just reached 5:00 am and he desperately needed a glass of water. That's when he notices his roommate's girlfriend walking in the front door, duke right on her feet. "Isabella." It was a simple statement. "How did you drink so much last night and now standing up?"

She gives a small laugh, letting Duke off his leash. "Why would I tell you my secret?" There's a small smirk on her face. "Mick and I are meeting at six am before we are heading to SWAT headquarters. So what are you doing up so early? Couldn't sleep?"

Street takes a sip of his water, "Woke up with a headache, needed water. Not enough water with the amount of free drinks I got last night." Isabella walks to the fridge, grabbing herself a bottle of NAKED juice she brought the day before. "Since you got all of us liquored up yesterday, that means you will be taking it easy on us, correct?"

She laughs, "You wish." She walks out of the kitchen to the bedroom she would be soon sharing with her boyfriend. She slips in the room, setting down the bottle on the nightstand before laying back down on the bed. She wanted to enjoy a few moments alone with him before she had to get dressed to leave.

There's a groan from the otherside of the bed. "Isabella." A sleepy voice whispers, before arms wrap around her. "Good morning. How was your run?"

"Have you heard me get up?" Isabella asks, pleasantly surprised, she thought she was quiet. Luca laughed. He didn't say anything but he was pretty intune with her. "It was good. Glad that Duke came with. He scared away all the squirrels." She laughs. "I need to change soon. Mick and I are meeting before we meet with your team."

"Anything interesting?"

She leans into him, her lips finding his cheek. This was her favorite part of the morings, the quietness, spending time one on one with no interruptions. "We are looking at some cases that the LAPD sent over. We are going to give a small profile, send them back. Hopefully give them some help. We should still be at the headquarters at 8 am."

"I'll have coffee this time for the both of you."

Isabella grins, "That sounds wonderful. I look forward to Mick telling you how you screwed up his coffee." Mick would be thankful, but he wouldn't be himself if he didn't say something smart. "Luca," Her tone of voice changed quietly. "Thank you for never giving up on me. I love you."

Luca takes her hand, giving a small squeeze. "I will never give up on you." His lips meet hers. "I love you." Those words aren't taken lightly, they both know that. "It's five thirty." He says softly.

"I'm going to get dressed. Duke is with Street. I'll see you at your headquaters."

"Yes, Ma'am." She laughs softly, rolling her eyes, sneaking one more kiss before getting up from the bed to get dressed for the day.

- Lost & Found -

She was on her knees, a gun barrel digging her in the back of her head. The pressure of the gun wasn't hard. Isabella's eyes were closed for a moment, taking a deep breath. This was a role playing exercise, Isabella had to tell herself. Street hands were up in front of her, Deacon yelling. There were a few watchers, only one member of the 20 Squad Tan, but most of the team was Mick in another part of the building. "Please let me go." The point of the role playing exercise was to be loud, trying to get Street to focus and save the victim as both the victim and suspect were yelling. "I didn't do anything!"

"Ma'am! Shut up!" Street yells, immediately he regrets it. He knew his moment right there that the screwed up. "I know, take a deep breath when frustrated, and do not yell at the victim. Let's keep going, let's keep going."

Deacon gave Street a small smile as Tan says something about everyone has their strengths, maybe negotiating wasn't one of them. But it's always a good thing to train, so gather the skills that one day you could do it with confidence. Street was already picking up on his mistakes and correcting him. It was a step in the right direction.

Isabella's ears peak up at a sound, her eyes moving towards Street. The prop gun in Decon's heand drops to the grond.

"Shots fired! Shots fired!"

The screaming comes from Street. She feels her skin go cold, it took her a moment to feel the blood gather at her skin.

"Officer down. Officer down." Another voice screams.

Office down? Isabella asks herself. She feels herself falls down to the ground, she makes a sound as she feels hands press against her chest, Deacon's hands. "You need to move." She whispers. "Shooter is still out there."

"Not leaving you here." Deacon says quickly. Things go from quiet, to another shot moving across the sky. Who was shooting wasn't done yet.