I've lived in New York all my life, and yet the sheer size of it never ceases to amaze me. In a city this big, you know a cop is going to be busy every day. The first year of my career was challenging, both mentally and physically. My past managed to rear its ugly head, and Mac (my boss and one of the top NYPD officers) and I had some trust issues. My partner and friend, Aiden Burn, was unfortunately fired after a serious incident. I felt as if I had lost my sister.
Shortly after Aiden left, Mac told us he had recruited a new member, a young woman from Bozeman, Montana. The fact she was a country girl had me laughing even before I met her. Some bumpkin was about to step on my turf, and there was no way I was going to make it easy for her. This should be fun, I thought cheerfully to myself. We'll see how long she lasts in the big city.
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Man was I wrong. The new girl was pretty, beautiful even. Through hooded eyes I watched her approach Mac for the first time. She was of small build and had gorgeous chestnut eyes, and straight brown hair that gleamed in the morning sunlight. I heard her name being spoken by her enthusiastic voice.
"Lindsay Monroe."
Time to break out the Messer charm. I strode up to her and flashed my trademark smile, known to get the girls all excited. She merely smiled back and returned the greeting. Leaning in, I encouraged her to just relax and take her time, and to make sure that she called Mac "sir". Edging off to the side, I waited patiently to see what his reaction would be. Sure enough, he became defensive and warned her not to use that title again.
Score one for the city boy.