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A/N: This is my first SWAT fic. Please R'n'R. Constructive criticism will be taken into account, but flames will be met head on by my disciplined army of fire-fighting frogs. You have been warned.
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"We got a 2-11..." The voice over the radio came to the SWAT truck. The team was two men down, but Street perked up immediately.
"Y'know, our watch officially ended twelve hours a go..." Hondo commented, already moving his headset into place. They'd just road-tripped a high-profile prisoner to state penitentiary, and were at least an hour from the crime scene, but the three-man, one-woman team, as it stood at the moment, were still high on some long lasting adrenalin buzz. Hell, Street had a hole in his hand, and Sanchez had a bullet in her arm, Hondo wasn't sure how good his team were gonna be. Not like this. he called the team's bluff, and took them back to the station. "We gotta get our numbers up. A replacement for McCabe, and a temp for Boxer," he told the three remaining members of his team.
"Oh great," Deke groaned. "Paperwork."
"Not me," Street called out. "I gotta go feed my dog."
"Me either," Sanchez agreed, "I gotta check on Eliza."
Hondo grinned at Deke. "Guess it's just you an' me, Deke." The sergeant dumped a box of files on the briefing room table. "Guess we'd best get started."
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"AJ Rider: application rejected." A guy in SWAT uniform delivered the message to traffic officer Alexander J Rider at the top of his voice, in front of the whole unit. Alexander smiled, nodded, and left the room, headed for the target range. Five minutes later, he was joined by his partner, Daniel Lewis.
"Ditto, bro. Failure for the smart ones."
Alex shrugged. "I didn't fail because of my application. I failed because I'm only nineteen."
Alex was six months out of police academy, where he'd come top of his class, having graduated high school at fifteen. Daniel, second in the same class at the academy, was twenty-two. Both had IQs of over 130. When his mother asked him why a bright boy like him couldn't have been a doctor, Alex replied with "Don't like needles" then left, for a run, or for work.
The partners both pulled their issue pistols, and fired sideways at the targets, which was something they did to annoy the tutors at the academy. Each shot hit its target.From behind the pair of gunmen, someone applauded. Alex turned, seeing the SWAT uniforms, and raised an eyebrow at the two men who'd applauded. the taller of the two, a ranker not a sergeant like his partner, smiled. "Y'know Hondo, you're really gonna piss Fuller off."
"Fuller?" Daniel asked. "He rejected us."
"Well," said Hondo, "based on that performance, I'll just have to bend his ear 'til he unrejects you. I have two openings on my SWAT team. One permanent, one temp. I'll put you both on probation. Piss off Fuller ten times, and I'll see to it that you get permanent positions in SWAT."
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"No. Way," Captain Fuller asserted. "I am not letting you bring in two rookies from Traffic to work your watch."
Hondo and Deke looked at each other. "They're LA's finest, Fuller," Hondo argued. "Shit, one of them's nineteen years old, handles a piece like he was pushed outta his mother with it in his hands. You're either SWAT or you're not, Fuller. And those two are natural SWAT. They could cream you any and every day of the week without breaking a sweat."
"Your nineteen year old sharp shot, Sergeant," Fuller replied, "is probably a smartass hoodrat with an attitude problem."
"Did I hear a call?" Daniel said, walking in to the office unannounced, just as Alex rolled his eyes and knocked on the door.
"Did we win our appeal, or do I have to actually put that law degree my mother made me go through to some use?" the younger rookie asked.
"Who the hell are you?" Fuller asked.
"Your mother's new boyfriend," Daniel muttered under his breath, as Alex simultaneously barked out "AJ Rider and Daniel Lewis, sir," all but standing to attention and saluting.
"Sucker," Daniel muttered.
"Puedes besar mi culo, Lewis," Alex retorted. Chris stifled a laugh, in order not to attract Fuller's attention. The Captain was *annoyed* at Daniel, and Alex's apparent appreciation of his rank did little to mollify him. He glared at Hondo.
"You got your team, Sergeant. But one fuck-up, and none of you work in LAPD again."
A/N: This is my first SWAT fic. Please R'n'R. Constructive criticism will be taken into account, but flames will be met head on by my disciplined army of fire-fighting frogs. You have been warned.
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"We got a 2-11..." The voice over the radio came to the SWAT truck. The team was two men down, but Street perked up immediately.
"Y'know, our watch officially ended twelve hours a go..." Hondo commented, already moving his headset into place. They'd just road-tripped a high-profile prisoner to state penitentiary, and were at least an hour from the crime scene, but the three-man, one-woman team, as it stood at the moment, were still high on some long lasting adrenalin buzz. Hell, Street had a hole in his hand, and Sanchez had a bullet in her arm, Hondo wasn't sure how good his team were gonna be. Not like this. he called the team's bluff, and took them back to the station. "We gotta get our numbers up. A replacement for McCabe, and a temp for Boxer," he told the three remaining members of his team.
"Oh great," Deke groaned. "Paperwork."
"Not me," Street called out. "I gotta go feed my dog."
"Me either," Sanchez agreed, "I gotta check on Eliza."
Hondo grinned at Deke. "Guess it's just you an' me, Deke." The sergeant dumped a box of files on the briefing room table. "Guess we'd best get started."
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"AJ Rider: application rejected." A guy in SWAT uniform delivered the message to traffic officer Alexander J Rider at the top of his voice, in front of the whole unit. Alexander smiled, nodded, and left the room, headed for the target range. Five minutes later, he was joined by his partner, Daniel Lewis.
"Ditto, bro. Failure for the smart ones."
Alex shrugged. "I didn't fail because of my application. I failed because I'm only nineteen."
Alex was six months out of police academy, where he'd come top of his class, having graduated high school at fifteen. Daniel, second in the same class at the academy, was twenty-two. Both had IQs of over 130. When his mother asked him why a bright boy like him couldn't have been a doctor, Alex replied with "Don't like needles" then left, for a run, or for work.
The partners both pulled their issue pistols, and fired sideways at the targets, which was something they did to annoy the tutors at the academy. Each shot hit its target.From behind the pair of gunmen, someone applauded. Alex turned, seeing the SWAT uniforms, and raised an eyebrow at the two men who'd applauded. the taller of the two, a ranker not a sergeant like his partner, smiled. "Y'know Hondo, you're really gonna piss Fuller off."
"Fuller?" Daniel asked. "He rejected us."
"Well," said Hondo, "based on that performance, I'll just have to bend his ear 'til he unrejects you. I have two openings on my SWAT team. One permanent, one temp. I'll put you both on probation. Piss off Fuller ten times, and I'll see to it that you get permanent positions in SWAT."
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"No. Way," Captain Fuller asserted. "I am not letting you bring in two rookies from Traffic to work your watch."
Hondo and Deke looked at each other. "They're LA's finest, Fuller," Hondo argued. "Shit, one of them's nineteen years old, handles a piece like he was pushed outta his mother with it in his hands. You're either SWAT or you're not, Fuller. And those two are natural SWAT. They could cream you any and every day of the week without breaking a sweat."
"Your nineteen year old sharp shot, Sergeant," Fuller replied, "is probably a smartass hoodrat with an attitude problem."
"Did I hear a call?" Daniel said, walking in to the office unannounced, just as Alex rolled his eyes and knocked on the door.
"Did we win our appeal, or do I have to actually put that law degree my mother made me go through to some use?" the younger rookie asked.
"Who the hell are you?" Fuller asked.
"Your mother's new boyfriend," Daniel muttered under his breath, as Alex simultaneously barked out "AJ Rider and Daniel Lewis, sir," all but standing to attention and saluting.
"Sucker," Daniel muttered.
"Puedes besar mi culo, Lewis," Alex retorted. Chris stifled a laugh, in order not to attract Fuller's attention. The Captain was *annoyed* at Daniel, and Alex's apparent appreciation of his rank did little to mollify him. He glared at Hondo.
"You got your team, Sergeant. But one fuck-up, and none of you work in LAPD again."