The day John Nolan had been long looking forward to had finally arrived. As he straightened the badge on his uniform and made sure every inch of the uniform was spotless, a smile came on his face. He quickly double-checked his appearance in the mirror before checking the clock.

One hour to go. He thought happily to himself.

He ate his breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast, thinking about how much had happened in the last thirty days. The review board had been heck to study for, and even more heck to go through, but he had somehow, despite his nerves, managed to pass with flying colors. Today was his graduation day! Today he would finally be a P2-the first stop on his way to being a TO. By December, he'd have just one semester of classes to take for his degree and he would be able to graduate. He would be forever grateful that so many of his classes from Penn State had transferred.

"Henry! Let's go! We don't want to be late." he called as he walked towards the front door.

Footsteps quickly receded down the steps as Henry, who was in town just long enough to celebrate his graduation, came running, fixing the black jacket he was wearing. John gave his son a hug and they walked out the door to the car.

"Congratulations, dad. Today's a big day." Henry said as they made their way through the streets of LA towards the Wilshire station.

"Thanks, Henry. It's been a long time coming. Thanks for helping me study for the review board."

"Anytime, dad. You helped me all those years, it was my turn to return the favor."

"Couldn't have done it without you, bud."

Traffic was terrible, but they somehow managed to make it in time for the ceremony. Sergeant Grey was waiting for him and motioned for him to join him at the front of the room. As John looked out at the crowd, he saw everyone who had been with him on his journey. Jackson, Angela, Nyla, Tim, and Lucy were in the front row of seats next to Henry, who had his phone out and was videotaping. Westly had to work, or he would've been there for sure. The rest of the seats were filled by other officers assigned to the precinct. John stood next to the flag at the front of the room and waited as Sergeant Grey began the ceremony.

"Today is a special day," he began. "I am very proud of this officer as he has shown time and time again his dedication to this job and this family. Officer John Edward Nolan, please step forward."

John stepped towards the podium and stood directly to Sergeant Grey's right, facing him. Sergeant Grey turned towards him and had John repeat a few phrases after him. He then had Henry come up and put the first chevron on John's sleeve.

"Officer John Edward Nolan, you have now officially completed the Los Angeles Police Department's Field Training Program and are now a P2. Congratulations and be safe out there."

John saluted the Sergeant as the crowd cheered. Cameras clicked as he shook the Sergeants hand and faced the crowd. A sense of pride swelled in his chest as he knew he had accomplished what many had thought impossible. As the ceremony ended, he confirmed with Sergeant Grey that he'd be working swing shift starting the upcoming Monday. Lucy and Jackson were excited because the whole team would be back together-at least until shift change in a few weeks. Everyone wanted pictures with him and then they made their way to the break room where a cake was waiting. He had to laugh as they had written "World's Oldest P2" on the top. Of course he had to get a picture of that. The group dug into the cake and chatted amongst themselves for a few minutes until a call came in over the radio. That sent everyone to their shops, John included. He tossed Henry the keys to his car and yelled that his shift would end at five pm. Nyla got into their shop and took to the streets, lights and sirens going. The dispatcher's voice came over the radio as they made a right-hand turn.

"7-Adam-15, suspect is a white male, about 30 years old, brown hair, wearing a red checkered shirt and blue jeans."

"7-Adam-15, 10-4." John replied into the radio.

They tore through the streets, Nyla focusing on the road and John's eyes darting every which way.

"There!" he called, as they turned onto the street. He saw a person matching the suspect description and pointed ever so slightly. Nyla pulled over and John got out of the car as he drew his gun.

"Police! Hands in the air!" he yelled.

The suspect immediately stopped and turned around, running away. John started running, grabbing his radio as he ran.

"7-Adam-15 in foot pursuit of a suspect. Northbound on Ocean."

He chased the suspect down one street and up another, yelling at the suspect to stop and giving his location to dispatch at each street change. As they made a right turn, headed east, he heard sirens coming up behind him. The suspect, clearly running out of breath, started to slow down. Noticing this, John took out his taser and aimed it at the suspect's mid-back. As the taser fired, the suspect fell to the ground twitching.

"7-Adam-15, taser deployed. Suspect in custody. Start an ambulance to my location." John said as he put handcuffs on the suspect.

Jackson, Nyla, and Lucy came running up to him.

"You ok, Nolan?" Nyla asked.

"Yeah. I'm good." John replied, taking a moment to catch his breath.

An ambulance came around that time and checked the suspect over for any taser burns. Once he was determined to be medically clear to go to the jail, they loaded him into the back of John and Nyla's shop and began questioning him. He admitted to the crime as well as running away so he wouldn't be caught. With this evidence recorded, they took him to the jail and booked him in. As they drove back to their assigned beat, John texted Henry to remind him to pick him up at 5 and to let him know that he was ok. Henry replied saying ok and that he was glad John was alright.

"7-Adam-15, copy burglary in process at 7138 S. Mountain Drive."

"7-Adam-15, show us en route."

The dispatcher gave the time, clearing the air for other units. John and Nyla took a few turns and were in the neighborhood. They parked a tiny bit past the driveway so there would be less chance of being seen by the suspect. As they exited the vehicle, they noticed a door open. Guns ready, they entered the house.

"LAPD!" John called out.

They searched the whole first floor. As they were searching, they heard what sounded like footsteps on the second floor. John made his way upstairs while Nyla stayed downstairs, looking for any sign of the suspect escaping from a window. While John quietly made his way upstairs, he kept an eye out for anything out of the ordinary. He momentarily paused as he heard footsteps coming from a room at the end of the hall closest to him. Suddenly, a teenage girl exited the room with a pair of earphones on.

"LAPD. Stay where you are." he called out.

The teenager did as told, dropping everything in her hands.

"Do you live here?" John asked.

The teenager shook her head, clearly scared. John lowered his gun a bit, slowly approaching her.

"Ok, then what are you doing here?" he asked.

"I dunno. Thought this was my house."

"And that's why you grabbed all this stuff?" John asked, holstering the gun and handcuffing the teenager.

The teenager nodded as Nyla reached the top of the stairs. John looked and told Nyla through his eyes that he was ok and she needed to stay back. Nyla nodded and stood at ease, but ready if anything were to happen. John kept up his rapport with the teenager and took her to the shop. As they drove, the young lady kept asking why she was under arrest. John and Nyla took turns explaining to her that she was under arrest for burglary and why. It became clear that there was something going on with this person.

"I feel sick." she said about halfway through the trip.

Nyla immediately pulled over and John lept out to open the door. When the girl was done throwing up, they asked her if she was on any medications legal or illegal. When she denied it, they decided to still take her to the hospital as a precaution. When they arrived, they were taken back to a room where she was closely examined to make sure it wasn't anything more than an upset stomach. In the end, it was determined that she had been very stressed out and that was the cause. After they loaded her back into the shop, they started driving to the jail. As they drove, they noticed a car swerving in and out of traffic. When they pulled them over, it was clear that the driver was drunk. They loaded him into the shop and drove to the jail, where both were booked in. By this time, it was about 4 pm.

"Wanna grab some dinner before the end of shift?" Nyla asked.

"Sure. The Whataburger over on Wilshire?"

"Sounds good to me."

Thankfully, they were able to grab dinner and eat before the next call came in. This time, it was a call to the nearby Rite-Aid. A suspect in a blue shirt and blue jeans, sporting a red mustache had just stolen some Sud-a-fed from the pharmacy area and ran off. The manager didn't notice what direction he had gone. Since it was so close, they were there in less than a minute and met with the manager there. After reviewing the footage, it looked like the man had headed eastbound out of the Rite-Aid, so they gave the manager his case number and headed eastbound to see if they could find the guy. After searching in any and all directions, they had no success.

"The manager will let us know when the security footage is available and we can get a somewhat good picture from that." Nyla said.

It was almost 4:45 by now, so they headed back to the station and radioed in at exactly 5 pm that their shift was over. They went back to John's desk area to finish up the last of the paperwork needed for the day.

"Congratulations, Nolan. How's it feel to be a P2?" Nyla asked as they headed up to the front lobby.

"Feels great! I feel ready."

"Good. That's what the FTO program is for. I'd be worried if you didn't feel at least somewhat ready. Just don't get cocky out there."

"I won't. I took notes on everything you taught me. I learned from the best."

As they entered the front lobby, Henry was there, ready and waiting with keys in hand.

"Sorry we ran a little late. Had some last minute paperwork that needed to get done."

"All good, dad. It's only a few minutes. Wanna grab a bite?"

"I already ate about an hour ago, but we can stop and get you something on the way home."

"Sounds good. Let's go."

They hopped into the car and drove towards home, stopping in the drive through at In and Out Burger on the way home. Henry ate his double double animal style burger and fries on the ride home and was so hungry, he had finished by the time they pulled into the driveway. He put his wrapper and fries box into the trash bag in front of him and got out of the car. John locked the car up with a chirp to let them know the car alarm was on. Then they walked inside the house, John locking the door behind them and turning the alarm on. Father and son enjoyed an evening in, catching up and watching television. Around 8 pm, John decided it was time to go to bed.

"G'night, bud. Make sure not to stay up too late." he said as he headed upstairs.

"Ha Ha!" Henry replied with slight sarcasm and a grin. "G'night, dad. Love you."

"Love you, too."

As John walked into his bedroom, he took off his uniform and changed into his pjs for the night. Climbing under the covers, he barely remembered his head hitting the pillow.