"OK Sara one thing you have to know right here and now, if there's a chase you have to be the one to call out our location and also tell me when to turn if we're heading to join a chase and I will also be asking for your help with routine traffic stops, checking license plates, and a few other general stuff and if we happen to get into a foot pursuit, don't be surprised if I mention being lost if we get split up"

"why?"

"I have what I call injury induced dyslexia and that's all you're getting out of me for now"

and so they go on patrol when suddenly they saw a car speeding so they try and do a traffic stop which goes well at first ( even though Marissa had to remind Sara to call headquarters with her location) when suddenly they decided to run and Marissa calls out that they're in a foot pursuit. Fifteen minutes later Sara is back at the car with one of the suspects and is getting worried about her partner when she hears her over the radio

"this is Marissa, I lost the perpetrator at 42nd and Sore drive, no it's 24th and orse drive, no it's...sorry I'm lost"

and then another voice speaks up

"I see her she's on the corner of 24th and Rose road canine should start there"

and so they get back to the station only to find out that they would have to stay longer for a sudden break in one of there cases, which would turn into three days later with most of them taking shifts except for Marissa

"hey Marissa about that report yesterday it was almost illegible"

"sorry captain"

"um Marissa can you read what you've written?"

Marissa looks at her report

(groans) "great I've gone into sleep deprivation dyslexia which is worse than non readable dyslexia"

the captain groans too

"we did it again didn't we?"

"yep, everyone's forgotten to remind me to sleep"

(sigh) "alright Marissa go get a cot and we'll let you sleep while we try and figure out your report emphasis on try"

and with that Marissa goes to the spare room and is asleep within minutes of putting her head on the pillow and John looking at her report. Fifteen minutes later he knew he had to give up

"I give up this is to the point where I can't translate it"

"really?"

"really"

and so they all look at her report

"ltera itnhe bmenasment ew rmoo ckec doomight lepople timfrfie ingiuhgt lsdlirkneo..."

"yep it's not really translatable alright, maybe after she sleeps she can right up a full report for us"

"agreed"

three hours later Marissa would be woken up from her sleep with a scream and a nightmare

"Optimus no!"

she suddenly wakes up and realizes her gun is out, fortunately the safety was on

"Marissa you OK?"

"sorry, bad dream"

"I'd call that a nightmare"

"actually I'd call it a memory"

"well get some more sleep Marissa you need it"

"right"