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Chapter Nineteen

"Are you excited for today?" Steve asked as he watched Alyx slip on her boots.

"So excited." She replied. "First taste of being a cop. Even if it's a beat cop." Junior swallowed his sip of coffee, chuckling.

"It's actually pretty interesting. I mean, I was on Five-0 right out of the academy, but then Steve put me on beat cop work. It just shows you how many crazies are out there."

"Yeah, I used to go on ride alongs with Rick back in Chicago. Saw a lot of weirdos." She finished tying her shoes, standing up straight and tightening her ponytail.

"Well, just be careful, okay? Don't get shot, or punched, or fall something." Steve paused to think about other problems. "Or jump out of anything moving. Please." Alyx laughed, reaching up to cup his face, kissing his cheek.

"I got it. I got it." She picked up her bag and coffee and opened the door.

"Bye, love you!"

The door shut and Steve stood there shocked and surprised. Junior was choking on his coffee, trying to breathe and swallow, which was not working.

"Did she just...?"

Alyx fixed her belt and looked at herself in the mirror. She fixed her hair and took a breath.

"Just breathe, Kyoshi. You'll be fine, even if it means getting shot by your own future coworkers, or tased. Yeah, no big deal." She covered her face. "Oh, god, I'm gonna get killed today."

"Now, I'm handing out your slips. You all will be assigned a squad car where your officer will be waiting for you. If some of you get the same number, that wasn't a mistake. We are limited in officers, since some have actual jobs to attend to." He handed two stacks of cards to two officers and they begin to sort them out.

"Alyx Kyoshi." Captain Kei called. Alyx stepped up and took her card and read the number.

#45.

"Oh, that's easy..." She mumbled as she walked down the street to find the car. Then she saw it, and stopped short.

"Detective Daniel Williams, you look..." Danny looked up her with raised eyebrows, as if inviting her to finish that sentence. "Fantastic. You look fantastic."

"Uh huh. Get in the car, woman."

"Can I drive?"

"No."

"Dammit."

"Miss Kyoshi!" She turned around to see a woman in a pantsuit running after her, waving an orange document envelope.

"Yuki, what are you doing?" She stopped in front of her, wincing.

"You know, I'm really thinking of changing my heels into flats. Don't ever run in heels. It's totally not what it was like Jurassic World." Yuki gagged. "Stupid Bryce Dallas Howard." Danny raised his eyebrow and Alyx put her hand on her shoulder.

"Yuki, what do you need?" Yuki handed her the envelope, grinning, causing the cute wrinkles around her eyes.

"Congratulations." She hugged her and then walked off. Alyx opened the door and got in, Danny following and putting the key in the ignition.

"What is it?" He asked as she opened it. She gave him a side look, making him look back on the road, waiting for the other squad car to pull out. She pulled out the document and smiled softly. She slid them back in, and then put the envelope in the crack between the seat and console.

"A surprise for Steve." He raised his eyebrow, but shook it off and pulled out of the parking spot.

The drive was quiet, and they waited eagerly for a call. They settled for looking around, examining people on the streets and the action happening around them.

"So... How long has it been since you were a beat cop?" Alyx finally asked. Danny chuckled.

"Well... It's been awhile, that's for sure."

"What was it like back in Jersey?" Danny shrugged as they came to a light.

"Like Chicago, but more tanning booths and stuff like that." Alyx chuckled.

"Sounds fantastic."

"Definitely was." As the light turned green, the radio turned on.

"Who is in squad car forty-five?" Danny picked up the radio and pressed the button.

"This is Detective Danny Williams. I have the car." There was a slight pause.

"There's been a noise complaint in Waimanalo. Would you mind checking it out?"

"Copy that." He put the radio back, grinning at her.

"Okay, Kyoshi. Get ready for your first call as a beat cop."

Alyx carefully surveilled the front porch while waiting for somebody to answer. The sound of faint but hard hitting music was racking her nerves, and she felt ready to barge in herself. Danny was next door talking to the person to complained, and she looked over her shoulder to see him walking up the sidewalk, looking exasperated. He gestured to the side, and she walked over to see a gate opened a bit. Simultaneously, they put their hands on their guns, their finger hover over the strap just in case. Alyx opened the gate a bit, allowing Danny through before slipping in herself. The music got louder, Danny glancing her with an irritated look about the situation as they rounded the corner. Older teenagers, maybe ranging from 16 to 18 were laughing and jumping in the pools. Couples made out publicly without shame, and the music was just noisy and awful.

Without them noticing, Alyx slipped over to the stereo and shut it off. As soon as the kids noticed that it turned off suddenly, they noticed them standing there disapprovingly.

"Hey, what's the deal, man?" Asked a boy coming over.

"We received a noise complaint from the neighbor next door. Mind keeping it down?" Danny was calm and gentle, not at all threatening, and Alyx admired his grace with the situation. She had to ask him how he got so good at it.

"We're just having a party, dude. Parties tend to get loud."

"I know, I know. But can you just lower the music a bit and not yell so much? I'm not saying you can't have fun, I'm just asking you to keep it quieter."

Something wafted to her nose, and Alyx took a sniff, looking around at all of the teenagers. They weren't paying any attention to her, so she followed the smell until she came across a pool chair with a few bags and towels. She peered over, looking into some of the pockets and pulling out a glove.

"Please, just lower the music a bit. That's all I'm asking-"

"Danny." He turned to see Alyx holding up a small baggy with green balls inside. She made a gesture of smoking a joint, and Danny sighed.

"Okay, everyone get up and line against the house facing me. Do not move unless told to." Begrudgingly, the teenagers obeyed and lined up, wrapping themselves in their towels and watching them gather their stuff.

"Alright, it looks like we gather thirteen vials of cocaine, about twenty ounces of marijuana, four bags of meth, and four bongs." Alyx tapped one of them with her finger. "This is so cheap looking."

"It was twenty bucks." A kid mumbled.

"Uh huh, I figured as much." Danny shook his head.

"Call it in."

"See, not so bad for your first day! Even if it was just a taste. You got three busts, four crowd break-ups and three disturbance calls. Much more than my first day as a beat cop." Alyx smiled at Danny, then fidgeted with her reports, her mood becoming solemn. Danny frowned at the mood change.

"What's wrong?"

"Can I tell you something?"

"Is it... Steve related?"

"Yeah... Sort of..." Danny looked both ways before turning on his signal and turning into a parking lot, parking in a spot, then turning off the radio and everything. Then he unbuckled, turned toward her, his attention fully on her.

"You have my complete attention." Alyx relaxed at that and then pulled out the orange folder from earlier, tapping her fingers on it.

"Well... First off, do you remember when I went undercover that time? And I met that FBI guy?"

It took everything for Danny to keep a straight face.

"Yes."

"Well... We've been kind of... Seeing each other."

"Oh?"

"Yeah... And so... We had been keeping it casual for a while, and then he took me out on a date, and then... He told me he loves me, and... I love him back, so I guess we're dating now? And... I haven't told Steve yet, but I did tell him I was seeing Agent Pearce, and he hasn't really spoken to me since then. And so I... I don't know what to do."

With that, she buried her face in her hands, and started to cry.