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My cousin from New York is visiting me right now and he's being a pain in the ass. But it's a pain in the ass that I've been waiting all year to get. Back to tha story (there's gonna be a little dirty talk in this chapter, all in a day of off color office humor). Ok and sorry for not updating in so long. I've been really really busy. This is the first thing I have written in weeks but tom make up for that I'm giving you a REALLY long chapter.
The next day Trent reached to work predictably late with a pair of sunglasses on. What wasn't so predictable was the pink Victoria's Secret shopping bag that he carried with him. The guys had a field day with that.
"Hey TRENTINA, did a little shopping before we came here did we? What we got there. a little lingerie for later?" Jamieson howled.
"Who's the lucky girl? Or should I say guy?" Was Jay's addition.
"You could have warned us Trent we would have showed off a little more in the urinals if we knew you liked it." Mike Johnson, the biggest and baddest of the force added this. Miranda, who was keeping a steady poker face let out a snort of stifled laughter at this one. Trent shot her a look she could not comprehend. There was a strange glint in his eyes as he walked over to her desk.
"Actually guys this lace bra and crotchless thong panty set is for Sanchez. I just figured that she would need to bribe the judges in order to win and since she's a cop too I know her salary isn't big enough. Besides I'm guessing she doesn't own a decent pair of bribe or blackmail panties." With this outrageous speech he plops the bag down in front of her pale, astounded face. She shoves her hand in the bag quickly to find, not tiny wisps of lace but a box labeled 'Victoria's Secret Signature Scents- Halo'. Miranda was absolutely taken aback. She loved this perfume it was one of her favorites although she didn't wear perfume often. How could he possibly have known? She gazed up at him with this question in her eyes.
"Trent, why are you giving me this?"
"What you don't like Halo? I thought you loved it."
"I do but how do you know that?"
"It's simple. On most the very few occasions that you have actually worn perfume in my presence, except for last night that is, you've worn this so its only natural for me to assume that you would like it enough for it to be the perfect farewell gift." He lowered his face to hers and his voice also dropped to a near whisper. "Besides I wanted to get you something special today to thank you for tucking me in last night, kiss included. And by the way I did have sweet dreams last night. The sweetest ever." He didn't move but continued to stare deep into her eyes, much to the amusement of the rest of the force when the door burst open to reveal a camera crew.
"Ok Miranda, I put my job on the line to get you this interview. Let's get this show on the road." Lizzie marched into the station with an entourage confusing everyone.
"What the- "Trent began before Miranda cut in.
"Lizzie, what are you doing here?"
"Didn't I just tell you? I'm here to interview you for the news tonight."
"You can't be serious."
"Oh but I am grasshopper." Lizzie stifled when she saw the murderous look on Miranda's face. " C'mon 'Randa, publicity is good before the pageant, if people see you before they would be able to relate to you more than the others, including the judges. Besides this will be a great story for me: LA's finest one of California's finest women." Doesn't that sound good? And you could persuade the whole public that female cops could be feminine too." There was a resounding snort of laughter from all the other police officers on hearing Lizzie's last comments. Miranda and feminine still didn't mesh with them.
"Ok fine Lizzie, I'll do it." With this she cast an evil look to her co- workers, letting them know that their attempts to hide their laughter was futile.
"GREAT! I knew you wouldn't let me down. LET'S GO GUYS!" She yelled to the camera crew. After a few minutes of setting up, they were ready to shoot. Lizzie grabbed her microphone and started to ask questions. " So Miss Sanchez, how did you get involved in this competition?"
"I was forced to do it by an evil friend." Miranda smiled to herself. Just because she had agreed to do the interview didn't mean that she couldn't make life difficult for Lizzie.
"You mean that a sweet and considerate friend who realized your potential encouraged you to sign up right?" Lizzie said through clenched teeth.
"Nope, I mean an evil friend forced me to." She smiled innocently into the camera. Lizzie let out a sigh. She should have known that Miranda agreed to do the interview too easily. This was going to be a long interview.
"So what does it feel like having to assert one's femininity in such a blatantly masculine workplace?"
"I usually don't assert my femininity. I like being one of the guys." Miranda saw Lizzie getting flustered. Good. "Besides, being feminine is HIGHLY overrated anyway." Lizzie paled and her eyes were as wide as saucers
"OK! CUT" Lizzie barked to the camera crew. Thank God it wasn't a live broadcast. She would have been job hunting. She turned to her best friend "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT! Are you purposely trying to sabotage this interview?!!!! Wait, of course you are. Why Miranda? WHY!!!?"
"Cuz I don't have time for this Lizzie. This is my last day doing what I love for four months. Do you get that McGuire? On my last day as a police officer for a while I would like to be doing police work not some STUPID INTERVIEW!!!"
"IT IS NOT STUPID!" The other looked on as the two friends squared off. " You think you're so much better than me don't you Miranda? I'm sick and tired of hearing about how much your job contributes to the society. Unlike my 'dress up Barbie' work huh? Is that it? God forbid that you even try to be feminine because that's to shallow when there are crooks to catch and butts to kick! Oh No! That would be way below the Sanchez level of SELF- IMPORTANCE!!!
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!!! Lizzie you're being ridiculous."
"Oh so now not only is my job stupid but my feelings too?"
"I'm looking for Officer Sanchez." Everybody looked up surprised. They were all so caught up in the verbal sparring that they hadn't noticed the newcomer until he spoke.
"WHAT!" Miranda yelled.
"You Sanchez?" He questioned, approaching her as he did.
"What's it to you?" Miranda was definitely not in a mood to be polite.
" My name is Richard Hernandez and thanks to you my brother is going to spend the next 50 years in a maximum security prison. You know what they do to guys in prison?"
"Yeah I do and let me tell you something. HE DESERVED IT!!! Who the hell is your brother anyway?"
"RICARDO HERNANDEZ!!! You can't even remember him can you? You would think that after you kick a guy in the balls and then testify at his preliminary hearing that you would. But have no fear puta. I'm gonna make sure you remember him. Me and the rest of the Silver Scorpions, cuz we take care of our own." He turned and walked to the entrance of the door. "Have a nice life Miss Sanchez. However short it may be." Everyone looks around as if coming out of a daze. Everyone except Lizzie's cameraman, who had caught everything on film. He walks over to Lizzie now.
"McGuire, you feel like getting a promotion?"
"Huh?" Was her response.
"I just got that whole thing on film. We have two hours to edit it, give you a voice over and get it on the 12 o'clock news. This is a BIG STORY McGuire. Huge."
"THIS is my BEST FRIEND Collins and her life was just threatened. We can't turn in that tape."
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TWO HOURS LATER The blond woman stared out at Miranda from the TV screen at the station.
"And now for our top story, a TV6 CBN , exclusive. Miss California contestant, Miranda Sanchez, was threatened just two hours ago by the twin brother of a man she arrested just two weeks before her pageant interview." The TV screen switched to the earlier events. Miranda was glaring angrily at Lizzie when Hernandez had just arrived
It seems that at approximately 10 o'clock this morning Richard Hernandez walked into Precinct 57 today and verbally accosted Sanchez about his brother who has received a 50 year prison term for rape and robbery." A mug shot of Ricardo Hernandez now appeared and Miranda realized that he was the man she kicked in the groin on the day that Lizzie told her about the interview. Obviously they were paternal twins. They looked nothing alike.
"Miss Sanchez was told to "Have a nice life. however short it may be.", as well as she was warned that members of the infamous Silver Scorpions gang took care of their own. The man was then allowed to leave the station, full of officers on duty, without being arrested." All the officers were shown staring dumbfounded at the retreating figure. It made them all look like idiots.
"TV6 news was not able to attain a statement from the pageant company up to news time." The news went to break and Paula Masterson turned to the makeup artist that walked on to the set. "Can you believe that McGuire just basically handed me a promotion to junior editor? She's lucky if she doesn't lose her job for that. Oh well that's not my problem. She was sickly sweet anyway. I mean who cares if its your best friend. It's the story of the year that's what it is."
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BACK AT THE STATION
Miranda winced as the woman's screeching pierced through the phone line.
"MISS SANCHEZ! I do not think that you are giving this predicament the gravity it warrants. This not only poses a threat to your security but that of every contestant in the process. I shall like a meeting with your superiors immediately. Is this phone equipped with a speaker?" Miranda rolled her eyes. She longed to say no, that this was the only luxury in the force and that they usually communicated with paper cups and string so that they had not heard of the 20yr old technology of a speakerphone. Oh how she long to put this imposing drama queen in her place, but she didn't. Instead she just said yes and after switching the call to the captain's line, switched on the speakerphone.
"Captain Grant, I hope you can impress upon Miss Sanchez, the need for increased security and since I do believe it is the fault of your station that this madman is running around I think that you need to provide the pageant company with extra security." It was obvious that Lisa Montgomery was accustomed to getting her way. She did not however expect to contend with Patrick Grant.
"M'am, I understand your concern but it is simply impossible for officers to provide extra security to the pageant. We do have regular assignments to take care of."
"No sir I don't think you understand, this IS your job. A letter from the mayor requesting a personal escort for Miss Sanchez, as well as another officer for the rest of delegates shall be arriving on your desk in the morning. Now don't let me take up too much of your time..Good evening Captain Grant. Patrick Grant stared at the phone as if it was possessed. That woman was impossible to deal with. He heaved a great sigh and lifted his eyes to Miranda. She had more spunk than all the other officers on the squad and he loved her like a daughter. He had wanted to offer her special protection but was afraid that accusations of favoritism would have arisen. He was relieved to be obligated to do so now but furious at this domineering woman for forcing his hand. Oh well, there was only one thing to do. He opened his mouth to speak
"Sir I absolutely refuse to have a bodyguard like some stupid pop star." Miranda always beat him to it.
"Sanchez, you have no choice so just grit your teeth and bear it."
"Sir this is RIDICULOUS. I can take care of myself."
"SANCHEZ. I just told you that you have no choice."
"But-"
"No buts these are your orders. From tomorrow Anderson will be your personal escort."
My cousin from New York is visiting me right now and he's being a pain in the ass. But it's a pain in the ass that I've been waiting all year to get. Back to tha story (there's gonna be a little dirty talk in this chapter, all in a day of off color office humor). Ok and sorry for not updating in so long. I've been really really busy. This is the first thing I have written in weeks but tom make up for that I'm giving you a REALLY long chapter.
The next day Trent reached to work predictably late with a pair of sunglasses on. What wasn't so predictable was the pink Victoria's Secret shopping bag that he carried with him. The guys had a field day with that.
"Hey TRENTINA, did a little shopping before we came here did we? What we got there. a little lingerie for later?" Jamieson howled.
"Who's the lucky girl? Or should I say guy?" Was Jay's addition.
"You could have warned us Trent we would have showed off a little more in the urinals if we knew you liked it." Mike Johnson, the biggest and baddest of the force added this. Miranda, who was keeping a steady poker face let out a snort of stifled laughter at this one. Trent shot her a look she could not comprehend. There was a strange glint in his eyes as he walked over to her desk.
"Actually guys this lace bra and crotchless thong panty set is for Sanchez. I just figured that she would need to bribe the judges in order to win and since she's a cop too I know her salary isn't big enough. Besides I'm guessing she doesn't own a decent pair of bribe or blackmail panties." With this outrageous speech he plops the bag down in front of her pale, astounded face. She shoves her hand in the bag quickly to find, not tiny wisps of lace but a box labeled 'Victoria's Secret Signature Scents- Halo'. Miranda was absolutely taken aback. She loved this perfume it was one of her favorites although she didn't wear perfume often. How could he possibly have known? She gazed up at him with this question in her eyes.
"Trent, why are you giving me this?"
"What you don't like Halo? I thought you loved it."
"I do but how do you know that?"
"It's simple. On most the very few occasions that you have actually worn perfume in my presence, except for last night that is, you've worn this so its only natural for me to assume that you would like it enough for it to be the perfect farewell gift." He lowered his face to hers and his voice also dropped to a near whisper. "Besides I wanted to get you something special today to thank you for tucking me in last night, kiss included. And by the way I did have sweet dreams last night. The sweetest ever." He didn't move but continued to stare deep into her eyes, much to the amusement of the rest of the force when the door burst open to reveal a camera crew.
"Ok Miranda, I put my job on the line to get you this interview. Let's get this show on the road." Lizzie marched into the station with an entourage confusing everyone.
"What the- "Trent began before Miranda cut in.
"Lizzie, what are you doing here?"
"Didn't I just tell you? I'm here to interview you for the news tonight."
"You can't be serious."
"Oh but I am grasshopper." Lizzie stifled when she saw the murderous look on Miranda's face. " C'mon 'Randa, publicity is good before the pageant, if people see you before they would be able to relate to you more than the others, including the judges. Besides this will be a great story for me: LA's finest one of California's finest women." Doesn't that sound good? And you could persuade the whole public that female cops could be feminine too." There was a resounding snort of laughter from all the other police officers on hearing Lizzie's last comments. Miranda and feminine still didn't mesh with them.
"Ok fine Lizzie, I'll do it." With this she cast an evil look to her co- workers, letting them know that their attempts to hide their laughter was futile.
"GREAT! I knew you wouldn't let me down. LET'S GO GUYS!" She yelled to the camera crew. After a few minutes of setting up, they were ready to shoot. Lizzie grabbed her microphone and started to ask questions. " So Miss Sanchez, how did you get involved in this competition?"
"I was forced to do it by an evil friend." Miranda smiled to herself. Just because she had agreed to do the interview didn't mean that she couldn't make life difficult for Lizzie.
"You mean that a sweet and considerate friend who realized your potential encouraged you to sign up right?" Lizzie said through clenched teeth.
"Nope, I mean an evil friend forced me to." She smiled innocently into the camera. Lizzie let out a sigh. She should have known that Miranda agreed to do the interview too easily. This was going to be a long interview.
"So what does it feel like having to assert one's femininity in such a blatantly masculine workplace?"
"I usually don't assert my femininity. I like being one of the guys." Miranda saw Lizzie getting flustered. Good. "Besides, being feminine is HIGHLY overrated anyway." Lizzie paled and her eyes were as wide as saucers
"OK! CUT" Lizzie barked to the camera crew. Thank God it wasn't a live broadcast. She would have been job hunting. She turned to her best friend "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT! Are you purposely trying to sabotage this interview?!!!! Wait, of course you are. Why Miranda? WHY!!!?"
"Cuz I don't have time for this Lizzie. This is my last day doing what I love for four months. Do you get that McGuire? On my last day as a police officer for a while I would like to be doing police work not some STUPID INTERVIEW!!!"
"IT IS NOT STUPID!" The other looked on as the two friends squared off. " You think you're so much better than me don't you Miranda? I'm sick and tired of hearing about how much your job contributes to the society. Unlike my 'dress up Barbie' work huh? Is that it? God forbid that you even try to be feminine because that's to shallow when there are crooks to catch and butts to kick! Oh No! That would be way below the Sanchez level of SELF- IMPORTANCE!!!
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!!! Lizzie you're being ridiculous."
"Oh so now not only is my job stupid but my feelings too?"
"I'm looking for Officer Sanchez." Everybody looked up surprised. They were all so caught up in the verbal sparring that they hadn't noticed the newcomer until he spoke.
"WHAT!" Miranda yelled.
"You Sanchez?" He questioned, approaching her as he did.
"What's it to you?" Miranda was definitely not in a mood to be polite.
" My name is Richard Hernandez and thanks to you my brother is going to spend the next 50 years in a maximum security prison. You know what they do to guys in prison?"
"Yeah I do and let me tell you something. HE DESERVED IT!!! Who the hell is your brother anyway?"
"RICARDO HERNANDEZ!!! You can't even remember him can you? You would think that after you kick a guy in the balls and then testify at his preliminary hearing that you would. But have no fear puta. I'm gonna make sure you remember him. Me and the rest of the Silver Scorpions, cuz we take care of our own." He turned and walked to the entrance of the door. "Have a nice life Miss Sanchez. However short it may be." Everyone looks around as if coming out of a daze. Everyone except Lizzie's cameraman, who had caught everything on film. He walks over to Lizzie now.
"McGuire, you feel like getting a promotion?"
"Huh?" Was her response.
"I just got that whole thing on film. We have two hours to edit it, give you a voice over and get it on the 12 o'clock news. This is a BIG STORY McGuire. Huge."
"THIS is my BEST FRIEND Collins and her life was just threatened. We can't turn in that tape."
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TWO HOURS LATER The blond woman stared out at Miranda from the TV screen at the station.
"And now for our top story, a TV6 CBN , exclusive. Miss California contestant, Miranda Sanchez, was threatened just two hours ago by the twin brother of a man she arrested just two weeks before her pageant interview." The TV screen switched to the earlier events. Miranda was glaring angrily at Lizzie when Hernandez had just arrived
It seems that at approximately 10 o'clock this morning Richard Hernandez walked into Precinct 57 today and verbally accosted Sanchez about his brother who has received a 50 year prison term for rape and robbery." A mug shot of Ricardo Hernandez now appeared and Miranda realized that he was the man she kicked in the groin on the day that Lizzie told her about the interview. Obviously they were paternal twins. They looked nothing alike.
"Miss Sanchez was told to "Have a nice life. however short it may be.", as well as she was warned that members of the infamous Silver Scorpions gang took care of their own. The man was then allowed to leave the station, full of officers on duty, without being arrested." All the officers were shown staring dumbfounded at the retreating figure. It made them all look like idiots.
"TV6 news was not able to attain a statement from the pageant company up to news time." The news went to break and Paula Masterson turned to the makeup artist that walked on to the set. "Can you believe that McGuire just basically handed me a promotion to junior editor? She's lucky if she doesn't lose her job for that. Oh well that's not my problem. She was sickly sweet anyway. I mean who cares if its your best friend. It's the story of the year that's what it is."
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BACK AT THE STATION
Miranda winced as the woman's screeching pierced through the phone line.
"MISS SANCHEZ! I do not think that you are giving this predicament the gravity it warrants. This not only poses a threat to your security but that of every contestant in the process. I shall like a meeting with your superiors immediately. Is this phone equipped with a speaker?" Miranda rolled her eyes. She longed to say no, that this was the only luxury in the force and that they usually communicated with paper cups and string so that they had not heard of the 20yr old technology of a speakerphone. Oh how she long to put this imposing drama queen in her place, but she didn't. Instead she just said yes and after switching the call to the captain's line, switched on the speakerphone.
"Captain Grant, I hope you can impress upon Miss Sanchez, the need for increased security and since I do believe it is the fault of your station that this madman is running around I think that you need to provide the pageant company with extra security." It was obvious that Lisa Montgomery was accustomed to getting her way. She did not however expect to contend with Patrick Grant.
"M'am, I understand your concern but it is simply impossible for officers to provide extra security to the pageant. We do have regular assignments to take care of."
"No sir I don't think you understand, this IS your job. A letter from the mayor requesting a personal escort for Miss Sanchez, as well as another officer for the rest of delegates shall be arriving on your desk in the morning. Now don't let me take up too much of your time..Good evening Captain Grant. Patrick Grant stared at the phone as if it was possessed. That woman was impossible to deal with. He heaved a great sigh and lifted his eyes to Miranda. She had more spunk than all the other officers on the squad and he loved her like a daughter. He had wanted to offer her special protection but was afraid that accusations of favoritism would have arisen. He was relieved to be obligated to do so now but furious at this domineering woman for forcing his hand. Oh well, there was only one thing to do. He opened his mouth to speak
"Sir I absolutely refuse to have a bodyguard like some stupid pop star." Miranda always beat him to it.
"Sanchez, you have no choice so just grit your teeth and bear it."
"Sir this is RIDICULOUS. I can take care of myself."
"SANCHEZ. I just told you that you have no choice."
"But-"
"No buts these are your orders. From tomorrow Anderson will be your personal escort."