Mikey walked into the locker room with Ty Jr. and saw Mitchell, his cousin, and John, Ty's brother. He knuckle bumped both and proceeded to remove his clothes and get into his uniform. Sasha Monroe-Davis walked in, giving a yell.
"5 Minutes until Role Call! Let's move! Oh, hunny, you got something on your face." She looked at John who rolled his eyes, buttoning his shirt. Mikey laughed as Ty looked at his mom.
"Ma, go back to work, we're fine." Once she left, Mitchell looked over at Mikey. Mikey looked back as he tied his shoes and raised an eyebrow.
"Did you find out yet?" Mitchell stood up and moved to Mikey, fixing his badge on his chest.
"No. Ma was in a meeting, and there were no interruptions. I'll talk to her after shift, at Haggerty's, tonight." Mikey moved to the door, waiting for Ty to follow. They all sat in role call as Lieutenant Monroe-Davis talked about the updates and warnings. Mikey sat, distracted slightly. He thought about the pending problem of his skin tone. Why was he 3 shades lighter than his sisters and brother? Why did he have blue eyes when Kylie and Carlos had brown eyes? He knew he had similar features to both his mother and uncle, but couldn't figure out why he such different features from his brother and sisters.
"...Nieto!" Sasha yelled, slamming her hand on the desk. Mikey jumped up, out of his daze.
"Yes, Ma'am?"
"You are paired with Tyrone Davis again. But 55-David is in the shop, you get 55-Boyd."
"Awe, I hate that car!" Mikey looked up at Sasha gave him a harsh glare.
"Well, we can always put you on desk duty."
"No! Please god no! I'll survive with the car."
"Good. Be safe out there." The meeting dispersed as Tyrone went to get the radios. Mikey looked up the stairs and saw the shadow of his uncle moving along the wall. He felt a tap on his shoulder and looked over his shoulder. Mitchell stood behind him and smiled that famous Boscorelli smile.
"You all right, Cuz?"
"Yeah, fine, just have a few things on my mind."
"Want to talk about them?"
"No. I need to talk to my mother before I talk to anyone else." Mikey moved with him out to the cars. John and Tyrone were at the cars already, waiting on them. Mikey moved to the driver's seat and got in. He started the car as he attached the radio to his shoulder and looked at Tyrone.
"You're dating my sister, Kylie. I need to know something." He started to back out, then pulled forward, starting their patrol.
"What do you need to know? If it's about my sex life, don't go there."
"No, that's just nasty. I need to know if I look like her." Mikey looked over for a second as Tyrone stared at him, kind of lost in why he would ask that. He analyzed his face then shook his head.
"Why does it matter? You know Kylie has a different mom than you do. That's why you two don't look anything alike."
"Ok, explain Carlos and Angela. The only difference between Carlos, Kylie and Angela is their eyes. They both have Ma's eyes."
"So do you."
"But my skin tone is what is irritating me. They all have the same tan skin tone. Why am I so pale in comparison?"
"Maybe you came up on the shallow end of the gene pool!" Tyrone laughed.
"Very funny. I need to find out-" He was cut off by a call.
"55-Boyd respond to possible shooting, Corner of Oak and Lester."
"10-4 Central. Corner of Oak and Lester." Tyrone called in, as Mikey sped up.
"5 Minutes until Role Call! Let's move! Oh, hunny, you got something on your face." She looked at John who rolled his eyes, buttoning his shirt. Mikey laughed as Ty looked at his mom.
"Ma, go back to work, we're fine." Once she left, Mitchell looked over at Mikey. Mikey looked back as he tied his shoes and raised an eyebrow.
"Did you find out yet?" Mitchell stood up and moved to Mikey, fixing his badge on his chest.
"No. Ma was in a meeting, and there were no interruptions. I'll talk to her after shift, at Haggerty's, tonight." Mikey moved to the door, waiting for Ty to follow. They all sat in role call as Lieutenant Monroe-Davis talked about the updates and warnings. Mikey sat, distracted slightly. He thought about the pending problem of his skin tone. Why was he 3 shades lighter than his sisters and brother? Why did he have blue eyes when Kylie and Carlos had brown eyes? He knew he had similar features to both his mother and uncle, but couldn't figure out why he such different features from his brother and sisters.
"...Nieto!" Sasha yelled, slamming her hand on the desk. Mikey jumped up, out of his daze.
"Yes, Ma'am?"
"You are paired with Tyrone Davis again. But 55-David is in the shop, you get 55-Boyd."
"Awe, I hate that car!" Mikey looked up at Sasha gave him a harsh glare.
"Well, we can always put you on desk duty."
"No! Please god no! I'll survive with the car."
"Good. Be safe out there." The meeting dispersed as Tyrone went to get the radios. Mikey looked up the stairs and saw the shadow of his uncle moving along the wall. He felt a tap on his shoulder and looked over his shoulder. Mitchell stood behind him and smiled that famous Boscorelli smile.
"You all right, Cuz?"
"Yeah, fine, just have a few things on my mind."
"Want to talk about them?"
"No. I need to talk to my mother before I talk to anyone else." Mikey moved with him out to the cars. John and Tyrone were at the cars already, waiting on them. Mikey moved to the driver's seat and got in. He started the car as he attached the radio to his shoulder and looked at Tyrone.
"You're dating my sister, Kylie. I need to know something." He started to back out, then pulled forward, starting their patrol.
"What do you need to know? If it's about my sex life, don't go there."
"No, that's just nasty. I need to know if I look like her." Mikey looked over for a second as Tyrone stared at him, kind of lost in why he would ask that. He analyzed his face then shook his head.
"Why does it matter? You know Kylie has a different mom than you do. That's why you two don't look anything alike."
"Ok, explain Carlos and Angela. The only difference between Carlos, Kylie and Angela is their eyes. They both have Ma's eyes."
"So do you."
"But my skin tone is what is irritating me. They all have the same tan skin tone. Why am I so pale in comparison?"
"Maybe you came up on the shallow end of the gene pool!" Tyrone laughed.
"Very funny. I need to find out-" He was cut off by a call.
"55-Boyd respond to possible shooting, Corner of Oak and Lester."
"10-4 Central. Corner of Oak and Lester." Tyrone called in, as Mikey sped up.