Morning!

I just want to say real quick that while I'm usually a stickler for knowing how things work and all the little details, this story is purely for fun. So if there are inconsistencies in the way I describe his job, that's because this story isn't meant to be taken too seriously. That being said, sit back and enjoy the ride!

4

2:41 a.m.

It's a strangely quiet night for me. I've had a few calls to respond to, but mostly it's noise complaints. It's like this every once in a while, though not usually on a Friday night.

I glance at the clock again, willing the end of my shift. All my paperwork is done, all I have to do is clock out, but I still have twenty minutes.

I make another pass through a usually rowdy neighborhood, but even they are quiet tonight. I'm about to head to the station early when dispatch comes over my com directing me toward campus.

Sighing, I respond with my confirmation and start heading across town. College parties are the worst to break up. There is almost always some naked dumbass who tries to climb in the squad car.

When I finally pull up, I see a few exhausted college kids lingering on a front lawn. For the most part, it looks like the party is already over.

Frowning, I park outside of the frat house and climb out of the car.

"Finally!"

I turn at the sound of the voice to see a girl struggling to sit up on the hood of an old Honda.

"Ma'am, did you put a call in to the police?"

I head toward her as she keeps struggling on the hood of the car. She finally manages to sit up when I'm right in front of her.

"Yeah, that was me." She licks her lips, her mouth chapped from what I'm assuming is way too much alcohol. "I need a ride."

I frown. "Do you need vehicle assistance?" Not that she should be driving. She's clearly smashed. She giggles as she slides off the hood, still leaning back against it.

"Yeah, I need you to assist me with a ride."

I stare at her as she finally tilts her head back to look at me. She looks young, maybe too young to be drinking though certainly she's in college.

"I'm not a taxi," I say, unable to keep the irritation out of my voice. She giggles, and it's a surprisingly sweet sound.

"No, you're better. You have a gun."

I stare at her. She's not drunk enough to detain, but I can't just let her get away with shit like this, can I?

"Ma'am," I start.

She shuffles forward. "Hold on," she groans, and her hand lands on my arm. I realize she's unsteady, and I reach automatically to stabilize her. She takes a deep breath, hunched over. I'm bracing for vomit but she pulls herself together before it gets that far.

"Fuck, I'm going to kick Alice's ass. Can you believe she ditched me to fuck Erik?" She looks up at me, her eyes heavy and barely staying open as she mutters. "Fucking Yorkie."

"Ma'am," I say, trying to start again.

"I need a ride," she says, shaking her head. "Daddy would kill me if I left with anyone other than an upstanding member of law enforcement." The last part she says taking on a deeper voice, and when she's done, she giggles again.

There is nothing for it. She's clearly too drunk to get home alone, and I can't just leave her.

Sighing, I reach for her as she starts to lean back toward the car again. "Okay, I'll give you a ride."

Her eyes blink open slowly. "You'll take me?" she asks.

I choke out a cough. "Home," I say, clearing my throat. "I will take you home. Where are you going?"

She giggles as she steps toward me. "Inside those tight ass pants!" She does an odd shuffle dance that makes her trip, and I lunge forward, catching her. She laughs as she sinks into my arms and I shake my head. I'm in for a long fucking night.