Chapter Two

She was seated at her desk doing paperwork. The bosses wanted to keep her out of trouble because some big-shot politician was in town, and they didn't want any bad press for the NYPD while he was in town, so they did the best thing they thought they could do: put Maritza Cruz on desk duty.
It didn't matter to her; she was used to it. Her big mouth and habit of doing everything possible to get her way, even if it meant stabbing someone in the back, figuratively or literally, had caused her to make many enemies on the force.
He walked by again. For some reason, every time he walked by, her heart skipped a beat. He was much older than she was, yet she still felt an undeniable attraction to the officer known as Sully. But she knew that she'd never act on the attraction. With her reputation, she'd be lucky to get a date with a janitor, much less a fellow cop. Besides, Sully was friends with Faith Yokas.
Faith Yokas. A name she felt was synonymous with the devil. The bitch shot her, so she had no respect for her. Even if she did kind of shoot Faith, too. But so what? You cross Maritza Cruz; Maritza Cruz hates you for life. Even though Bosco tried to take the blame, she knew the truth. Just a little bit closer, and everybody would've been saying "Bye bye, Maritza". And it would've been all because of that bitch Faith Yokas.
"Man, I hate that bitch," Cruz muttered.
"Did you say something?" Sully asked.
"Does it look like I said something?"
"It sounded like it."
"What do you want, Sullivan?"
"Cup of coffee."
"The pot's over there," she replied, pointing across the room.
"With you. A cup of coffee with you."
She busted out laughing, "What the hell would make you think I would ever want a cup of coffee with you?"
"Boredom, maybe?"
"Damn, Sully, you're crazier than I thought."
"Just consider it."
She started to speak.
"For more than one second," he stopped her.
"I'll think about it." she replied. "No guarantees."
"No guarantees, of course. See ya around."
"See ya."
He left the room, and she thought, "Oh, man, Maritza. You're in trouble now."