Chapter 1 Teddy bears
Emily Prentiss had been a patrol officer with the NYPD for nine years after she emigrated from the UK with her wife, Tracey. She was a former special forces medic with the SAS. She also flew military helicopters and was a trained sniper. Her wife Tracey always joked she was a jill of all trades and mistresses of none. All she ever wanted to do in life was help people. As a medic, she enjoyed helping healing people, and she found she enjoyed helping the citizens of New York just as much.
Her wife had persuaded her to come to the states after being forced out of the SAS. She had broken the jaw of a British Member of Parliament after catching him sexually assaulting a waitress. Her commanding officer gave her the option to return to the Royal Navy or a discharge ashore. Emily lived for the excitement of special ops. After a long weekend of soul searching, Emily and Tracey decided to join the NYPD. Tracey had been a Sargent with the Cheshire police force for 12 years, Emily's applied to join, but a very vindictive Member of parliament blocked her application. Tracey knew life as a Paramedic was not enough for her wife. She lived for the excitement of special operations. So one drunken weekend, they both decided to apply to join the NYPD.
Her partner of 5 years, Jennifer Jareau, was a gorgeous blue-eyed petite blond. Many a perp had mistaken her small stature as a weakness and targeted her. They all found out the hard way she was one of the toughest female officers that worked for the NYPD. It helped she was the joint best shot in the whole department, and her partner had taught her a few none sanctioned moves from her special forces days. JJ had started college to become a media liaison, but during her first month, her best friend had been raped and murdered. She felt helpless in the days after her death. After the funeral, she dropped out of college and joined the NYPD.
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"Hey partner, those two idiots dressed as dinosaurs by the bench seem to be sweating an awful lot. We need to check them out." JJ tells Emily
The two officers walk towards the two young men dressed as dinosaurs to talk to them. Both men instantly become incredibly nervous at the girls approaching them, and suddenly they set off running.
"I never thought I'd have to say this, but I've got the green triceratops," Emily shouted to her partner
"I've got the purple, whatever it is," JJ shouts. She sets of running after her dinosaur, radioing the pursuit in
"NYPD! HALT!" Yells JJ
JJ chases the dinosaur for a few blocks and gains on him, and she flicks her foot out to ankle tap the fleeing man; catching his foot, he falls to the floor. JJ jumps on top of him to secure his hands, landing on top of the dinosaur costume. She is suddenly covered in a white powder that has burst out from the outfit.
Emily has her dinosaur handcuffed and walks around the corner to see her partner wrestling with her purple dinosaur, covered in a white powder. She hands her perp off to a fellow officer and assists her partner. After fighting with the perp on the floor, Emily and JJ are covered in white powder.
Sgt Morgan arrived with his partner Arun Hotchner. Watching the struggling officers, he is instantly concerned about the white powder.
"Hotch, call a bus, possible overdose." He told his partner, he suddenly waved at a passing FDNY engine passing. The engine stopped just in front of him.
"What's up, Sarg?" The fireman asked
"I need you to wet down those two officers and the purple dinosaur," Morgan asked a bemused fireman.
The fireman just smiled "not a problem."
The firemen hosed Emily and JJ down with glee, wetting them down stopped the drugs from floating about.
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Emily and JJ both sat in the back of the ambulance after being given a shot of Narcan to counteract the cocaine they had both breathed in during the struggle.
"Good arrest, both dinosaur suits had a large quantity of cocaine sewn into them. Your both off for the next two days to make sure the drugs are fully out your system." Morgan told his two officers
Both women were about to complain.
"No arguments," Morgan ordered
Both women stripped off their wet work shirts, wondering how much they were worth now with the cocaine stuck all over them.
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At this present time, both officers regretted their afternoon at the department range. They often decided to find out which one was the better shot. Both women got bored with the enforced time off, so they decided to go to the Range for a shooting competition. They were both tied for the best shot in the whole of the NYPD for the last four years. So they would still be tied using their weapons. They would then be connected using their partner's weapons. Usually, they would call it a draw, but this time. Emily decided because she was ex-Royal navy, they would have a drinking competition. She chose Lambs Navy 151 proof Dark Rum for the task.
Sat in their off duty bar with a bottle of dark rum sat in the middle of the table.
"Are you ready, lightweight?" Smiled Emily
"Don't forget, old woman, and it's been nine years since your nautical days. Bring it on." JJ replied, full of confidence,
An hour later, and half the bottle of rum gone, Emily was teaching her partner some sea shanties. Their fellow officers laughed at the pair and continued going shot for shot, getting drunker and drunker.
"Dam, another draw." Slurred Emily
"Another bottle?" Slurred a drunken JJ
"Sorry girls, I'm cutting you off. I've phoned Derek and hotch they're coming to take you home." The bar owner told them.
"SARG!" Both girls shout at Morgan's arrival
Morgan and Hotch guide the two drunken girls to their RMP. They are both singing what you do with a drunken sailor at the top of their voices. Hotch tried to shut them up by buying them a burrito before setting off. Unfortunately, after they ate, they continued with their singing. Time for Morgan and Hotch seemed to stand still. Eventually, they pulled up outside their apartment block.
They managed to herd the two drunken officers into Emily's apartment.
"They're all yours, Tracey. Good luck." Hotch smiled
"Thanks, Sarg, Hotch sorry if they caused any problems," Elizabeth JJ's girlfriend told them
Just as Hotch and Morgan turned to say goodbye to the girls, both Emily and JJ vomited on Morgan and Hotch. Emily and JJ started giggling like two little girls at their vomited covered friends. Without saying a word that both went into Emily's bedroom and flopped on the bed, and proceeded to fall asleep.
Tracey and Elizabeth helped clean Hotch and Morgan up. They left to go back to the precinct to change uniforms. The wife and girlfriend were both extremely pissed at their significant other.
"Time for them to pay," Elizabeth said with a smirk. She raised the wooden spoon and started beating the pan just above the hungover girls.
"Mercy, please stop. I'll do anything." Emily said quietly. Emily's wife and JJ's girlfriend made their life's a living hell over the weekend.
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Monday morning, Emily and JJ stood ready for work. Their weekend had been a nightmare with Tracey and Elizabeth. They both hoped Morgan wouldn't be too vindictive. The week's duty assignments had been given out, Emily and JJ hadn't been given one yet, that didn't bode well.
"Sarg, I think you forgot us," Emily asked Morgan
"No, Officers Jareau and Prentiss, here are your new uniforms for the week." Morgan laughs. "Officer Hotchner, if you would."
Hotch walks around the corner carrying two giant teddy bear costumes complete with large heads. The bears were dressed as NYPD patrol officers. The whole platoon cheered and clapped.
"Thank you for both volunteering to be NYPD patrol bears all week, remember it's fleet week, so it shouldn't be too busy." Laughed Morgan
Emily and JJ are speechless. They both grab hold of their bear costume and leave for their new post.
"How bad can it be? It's only a week." Emily asked her partner
"We're dressed as teddy bears all day in the heat; it's going to be HELL!" JJ replied
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"Don't you both look so cuddly? I want to scratch your tummies," laughed Hotch " put your heads on. I want a picture."
With a massive sigh, both Emily and JJ put their heads on.
"Just perfect. Can I have a cuddle?" Morgan laughed
Emily realised at that exact moment her partner was right; this week was going to be hell.
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Emily and JJ bear stood greeting visitors and taking their pictures with visitors. Their punishment was up in a few hours. They had not learned the lesson they planned on a bender in their favourite bar to celebrate their freedom from furry suits. After their last part of the punishment, they had to drink in their off duty bar dressed in their teddy suits for 4 hours.
A petite blond-haired girl ran up to JJ bear, "H-Help, a man has my sister!"
"Do you see that big policeman over there? Run up to him and tell him officers need assistance and tell him what happened and where we've gone. Can you do that?" Emily asked the young girl
Both officers charge in the indicated direction. They hear a young girl scream, "Help Me." They rounded the corner and saw two men trying to drag a girl away with them
"NYPD-HALT, LET THE GIRL GO!" Emily and JJ shout at the perps
"Ha, Ha, You've got to be joking?" The perpetrators laugh, pull out and flick open retractable police batons and charge at the two police bears.
"RUN, LITTLE LADY!" JJ shouts
As expected, the tall perp picks on JJ because of her size. After receiving rapid blows to his nose, kidneys and testicles, he is writhing in pain on the floor within 30 seconds of his attempted assault. JJ looks across to check on Emily. She looks across in time to see Emily deliver a punch combination to his right thigh
'CRACK'
"Agh BITCH YOU BROKE MY LEG!" Screams Emily's perp
"That's OFFICER BITCH to you!" Smirked Emily
The two worse for wear child snatchers are both lying on the floor in various states of pain. SGT Morgan arrives with backup.
"Good of you to arrive Sarg, we need a bus for him; his leg is broken, the other perp just needs cuffing, and his Miranda rights read to him," JJ tells Morgan as she un-strapped her teddy bear's head
"Can you two not keep yourself's out of trouble?" Morgan asked his two officers, laughing at the sight before him two crime-fighting, ass-kicking teddy bears
"Ah, Boss, you know us, we were just minding our own business, trouble always seems to find my partner, she's jinxed." Smirked JJ
"At least I'm not a bullet magnet, like you," Emily tells her partner, pouting with both hands on her hips in a double teapot.
JJ is hysterical. "I might take you a little more serious, partner, but being told off by a teddy bear!" A Laughing JJ manages to get out
Derek, their Sargent, tells them, "good job, officers, now go get yourself a drink," he smirked
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Emily and JJ stand outside the usual bar they use after the tour. This was the last part of their Sergeants punishment. And likely to be the worst, 4 hours drinking fully dressed in their teddy bear suits. They can both hear how busy the bar is; they dread the next few hours, as NYPD officers are worse than school kids, merciless when Micky taking is involved.
They both take a deep breath and open the bar door. A loud raw erupts as the two NYPD police bears walk in. Everyone has a pot of honey and a marmalade sandwich for them. They are escorted over to their table, complete with checkered table cloth, and please don't give the bears alcohol signs. Emily's wife Tracey and JJ's girlfriend Elizabeth walk in dressed as zookeepers escorted by Hotch and Morgan dressed in wellies, plastic coveralls carrying a large bottle of lambs navy rum
Morgan sets the bottle of rum Bottle on the table. JJ reached across for the bottle only to have Tracey slap her hand away.
"Oh no, not for you two, our turn to get plastered!" Smirked Elizabeth, Tracey is hysterical. Both Emily and JJ turn to look at each other and shake their heads.
"Shoot us now!" JJ and Emily mutter to themselves.
Their other half's drunk is not a pleasant experience. As this is payback, it's going to be hell. They are as competitive as they are.
"Sweetheart, are you not going to give me a big 'BEAR HUG' and pour me a drink?" Elizabeth asked a pouting JJ. Luckily her girlfriend couldn't see the pout because she had her teddy bear head-on.
