Once again: I do not own any of the characters or third watch stuff. Wish I did though. Bos and Faith would have definately ended up together!
Being a beat cop was a throwback for Faith. Memories at every corner it was almost as if she were walking through her and Bos history. "Stop it." She quietly willed herself. She could hide from his physically but when it came to her mind it was a place she could not banish him from.
The rookie she was paired with had allot to be desired. Quiet, obedient, and safe. none of the things that she wanted. But what she wanted was the very thing that tortured her.
She was drawn out of her thoughts as he suddenly swerved.
"Sorry Maam." He said as she looked up and saw the trash can in the middle of the street that had caused him to swerve.
When did she get old enough to be rookies "Maam" ? She asked herself quietly. She remembered when she was in his shoes though. When her and Bos were rookies in the academy everything had been so different. None of this high tech crap or be nice to the perp crap. Those were the days.
They rode in silence patrolling the beat they had been assigned. So far rather than a couple domestics and a false fire alarm there had been nothing big. But that was about to change.
"55-Charlie." The radio chirped.
Faith groaned. "You have got to be kidding me! Five minutes until the end of the shift! If someone isn't dying I swear!" she exclaimed. The rookie remained quiet. Obviously stunned by her outburst.
In an aggravated tone she spoke up
"55-Charlie to Dispatch go ahead." She said as the clock turned to 10:58
"Police requested at Brooks and 22nd. Possible 10-16 expedite." The dispatcher barked.
"10-4 55-Charlie enroute" Great, she thought just another domestic to end the already boring day.
She flipped on the lights and the probie looked at her as he continued driving at the same speed. She sent him a look as she threw herself back in the seat.
"Is there a problem Adams?" She asked as she waited on the boost of speed that never came.
"No Maam, just driving with due regard to caution. Following the book maam."
She rolled her eyes. If he kept up at the speed he was keeping either the man or the woman was going to be dead by the time she got there.
"Adams, either step on it or hop out and let me drive!" She exclaimed after he continued the same slow pace for another minute or so.
Finally, she heard the purr of the engine as he increased his speed. That was more like it. Running the siren was a chore as when he sped up he through all caution out the window. Something that she did not want to think about. Finally they arrived on 22nd street. Scanning for any domestic violence she was surprised to see the street completely empty minus one perp who was huddling by a stairwell. Great she thought to herself.
"55-Charlie to dispatch."
"55-Charlie go ahead"
"10-23 (onscene) possible 10-32"
"55-Charlie so note approach with due regard to caution."
"10-4 dispatch."
That was odd. Usually dispatch did not give orders like that. It was 10-4 and that was all. The high ups must be meddling again.
"Adams Ill take lead on this one be prepared to shadow." She said as she reached for the door handle.
"Yes. Maam" he replied as he put his hand on the mic. Obviously anxious to use the radio.
She stepped out on the street and took time to look at the perp in front her. Black hoodie over his head, Jeans, nikes, a collar of a grey tee shirt showing. Seemed like the normal drug dealer.
"Hey buddy, what you doing out on the streets this late at night?" she asked. The figure seemed to lurch a little before taking off into a full run.
"Oh HELL no!" Faith said as she went in pursuit of him. He better have something good.