The ER was filled with sick patients, as Dr. Sheldon Wallace entered. A typical day for St. Ambrose. He had been on call for the precinct this week, and of course, had been called in for a 51-50 evaluation. Usually they took place at the precinct, but today, they were in the emergency room. He looked around the area, then saw two uniformed officers behind a curtain, and headed that way.

The first officer, a brunette in her mid 30's noticed him, and stepped out of the curtained area. "Dr. Wallace?" She asked.

Sheldon nodded. "Officer Carlisle," she stuck her hand out for him to shake.

Sheldon looked up at her, and smiled, shaking her hand. Why was he so attracted to taller women? Probably because he was so damned short.

"What's he arrested for?" Sheldon asked.

The female officer held out her arm, showing the gash on her forearm that had been stitched up. "He mentioned being suicidal. Had a knife, swung it at me when I went in for the tackle."

"You're okay?" Sheldon asked her.

"Yeah."

"Okay. I'll evaluate him. The goal is for the hold? Then what?"

"He'll have to be charged," the male officer behind the curtain leaked through, interrupting the conversation.

The female rolled her eyes. "Yes Rodes. I'm aware. Thanks."

"I'm just reminding you of the law, Schmidt. Whether he was crazy or not. Still stabbed you."

"It was an accident."

"Stop defending him. You can't help them all."

Sheldon stepped into the room and introduced himself to the man cuffed to the bed. The two officers came in behind him, and stood quietly. After a few moments, Sheldon nodded towards the female officer and they stepped out together.

He glanced at her name badge, forgetting her name. "Officer Carlisle, I'm gonna sign the 51-50. Does your sergeant know about your wound?"

"Yeah. Traffic and all. He should be here soon to relieve me, then I'll head to desk duty until the stitches are out."

Sheldon nodded. "Okay. Good." Sheldon pulled his wallet from his back pocket and grabbed a business card. "If you need to talk. You can call me."

"Uhh, what?" she laughed.

"About your arm. It's just, you seemed compassionate compared to your partner."

"Because I'm a female officer, I need to talk about my feelings with a professional?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean any offense. I just… lots of officers come to me about things that happen on the job. So I thought I could offer help."

"I'm good, Dr. Wallace."

An older uniformed officer with grey hair hurried over. "Logan," he sighed, grabbing her wrist and pulling it towards him to see her arm.

She pulled it back and stepped away from him. "I'm good, Greg."

"When can the stitches come out?"

"8 days."

"Go home for the rest of the shift. Get some sleep. You can take the desk until they're out."

Logan huffed and rolled her eyes. "Gee Logan. Thanks for not shooting an armed man, Logan. Proud of you for saving a life, Logan." Logan waved her hands in defense.

The man huffed in protest, crossing his arms. "Great job, Logan. See you on the desk tomorrow."

Logan Carlisle turned to Sheldon. "If it's anyone carrying a badge who needs professional help, it's this one," she told him, storming off.

The sergeant turned to Sheldon. "You signed the 51-50?"

"Was just about to."

"Well don't."

"Excuse me?"

"He assaulted an officer. A female officer. He needs to be charged and placed in booking."

"He needs a psych hold, he is suicidal and needs help."

"Yeah, I don't care."

Sheldon signed the paper, and put it in a folder. "It's signed. And I'm putting it directly into the hands of the chief of staff."

"You don't know what you're doing."

"Excuse me?"

"He attacked my niece."

"Ahh. Okay. That makes sense. So Officer Carlisle is your niece? Is that even allowed? You're her superior?"

"I'm not her direct superior. I just happened to be in charge tonight."

"What is the motive here? Whether he is charged now or in 72 hours when he is released?"

"When the jury sees he was committed, it's more of a reason for a lawyer to claim insanity."

"Well Officer Carlisle seemed completely okay with the hold." Sheldon walked away to find Charlotte King.

Xxxxxxx

Logan huffed as she sat at the bar, showered and changed. She was wearing dark jeans and a white shirt with a black leather jacket. The bun her head was in earlier was now loose curls falling down to her waist. She ordered a shot of tequila and a glass of Guinness, and pulled cash from her pocket to pay.

Sheldon was a few seats down, sipping on his beer, not ready to go home either, when he glanced down to his left and saw the girl. He wasn't sure if it were her, or if he was imagining it. When she lifted her wrist to drink her beer, he saw the bandage and he knew it was her.

"Officer Carlisle?" Sheldon asked. She turned her head over towards him and smiled.

"Dr. Wallace."

"Sheldon," he told her.

"Logan." She stood and moved to fill the space between them. "About earlier? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. I don't…" Logan sighed. "Well my partner was behind the curtain. Listening. And I'm a female officer. So, I don't get to have the weaknesses that the men do."

Sheldon nodded. "Well my offer still stands."

Logan shook her head. "I have a shrink. Who doesn't in L.A.?"

Sheldon laughed. "That's very true. So are you doing okay? Your arm, I mean."

"Yeah," she nodded.

"Your uncle tried to convince me not to sign the 51-50."

Logan let out a chuckle. "I wish I could say I was surprised."

"Does he bend the rules often?"

Logan looked up at Sheldon. "Wow," she laughed. "Do you ever turn it off long enough to realize when a girl is interested in you?"

Sheldon choked on his spit. This beautiful, younger woman was interested in him? How was that even possible? He was used to beautiful women using him until they didn't need him any longer. That was the problem with dating out of his league. Logan Schmidt was definitely out of his league.

"You're young and beautiful. Could probably take anyone home in here. But you're interested in me?"

Logan turned so her body was facing Sheldon, sitting sideways on the bar stool. She rested her elbow on the bar top and leaned forward. "Is that so hard to believe?" She asked. "Here's a man in front of me. A doctor who probably makes enough money to be sitting at the bar of a 5 star hotel, not that money really means anything at all. The point there is where you're sitting. A man, who isn't offended by a tough woman wearing a badge, who is cute, isn't drunk off his ass stumbling and rambling about. Here is a man who probably knows how to treat a woman in bed considering he's not a horny little teenager, and yet you're wondering why I'm interested, Sheldon?"

The answer was good enough for Sheldon. He stood, leaned over, grabbing her hair, and kissed her. Logan kissed him back, her tongue scraping the roof of his mouth, his dancing along her inner lower lip.

Xxxxxx

Logan slammed her door shut and ripped her jacket off, throwing it on the floor, her shoes following. Sheldon kicked off his shoes, his hands wrapped around her waist as she walked backwards down the hall as she kissed him. They stumbled toward her bedroom and she pushed him on her bed, climbing on top of him. She prayed that he would hold up his end of her assumption.

Logan wasn't inexperienced in bed by any means. But she could definitely count on one hand how many times a man had made her orgasm. Pathetic. She lifted her shirt over her head, and then grabbed Sheldon's belt, unhooking the buckle and pulling it through his pants loops. Her hands went back up to his face, cupping it as she kissed him, and Sheldon ran his hands along her smooth naked back.

He felt her hands unzip his pants, and he knew it was about to come. The moment every woman let out a gasp at the feel and look of his self endowed buddy.

Her hands wrapped around him and she let out a chuckle. His eyebrows raised. This was a new reaction for him. He sat up on his elbows. "What? Is something wrong?"

"No," she shook her head. "This is just the biggest…"

"Yeah," he nodded. "I can go slow," he promised her.

"Oh no," she shook her head, grinning as she licked her lips. "That wasn't a nervous laugh. That was an excited one."

"Really?"

"Hell. Yes," she moaned, pulling his pants off.