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Chapter 2

This morning I knew something was going to be different. I had one of those gut feeling I usually get, although this time it wasn't a bad one, it was a good one. My father always says to trust your gut, it is usually right. My dad should know, he's a cop.

Today was Friday on the thanksgiving long weekend, which means NO SCHOOL. I doesn't really matter much to me since I rarely ever go, but this just means I won't get bugged for it. My best friends Rhys and Mark called me up yesterday and said that they found a house to hit where the owners left for vacation and wouldn't be back until Monday. Rhys worked on surveillance for a couple of days while tactics were left to me and Mark.

We were in Rhys's basement. It was decided that we would hit the house around 11 in the morning. Rhys was to disable the security system while I pick the lock. We were inside when all of the sudden the alarm started going off.

"Rhys, what's going on?" I asked.

"Crap. Drea, Mark you guys need to get out of there. The house had a backup system in case someone hacked into it. The cops are on their way."

We all bolted out of the house and went running; we were about a block away from the house.

"We need to split up." Mark said.

"Agreed." Rhys said. We all went our different ways. For some reason my gut started getting the same feeling again. I started to walk back to the scene. I hid behind a tree that backed up towards a house that was on sale, so no one would see me. I could see my dad just left in his cruiser, his rookie wasn't in the car which means he probably got called to the station. I looked around at the scene and saw a couple of my dad's friends.

You think it's ironic that a cop's daughter was a criminal but it's actually really fun. I respect cops and what they do but being on the other side has more adventure and more risk. Right now I guess you can say I'm going through a rebellious phase, it's been going on ever since my mom left us 4 years ago when I was 14.

I skimmed the crowd and noticed all the rookies. My dad always said it was fun to break in new rookies. I noticed one was looking at my direction, our eyes caught. He was hot, I'm serious here. He had that rugged sexy look to him. I noticed he was looking me over so when he caught me eyes again I smiled and ran off as fast as I could. I could hear him start to run after me. I heard him running after me, he was probably 10 feet behind me. I was smiling so wide. I took off my hat and went into the abandoned building. Rhys, Mark and I have been here partying many times, so I knew it pretty well. I went up the stairs and onto the second level. He was confused as to where I went. I was very intrigued by him and couldn't help but admire his looks.

"Hello." I heard him said. I didn't respond. "Why don't you come out." He said. I was trying my hardest to keep in my laughter. "I think I'm just talking to myself here. Of course she is gone, why would a criminal listen to a cop." He was rambling. I couldn't keep it in any longer and I let out a loud giggle.

"I like you, your funny." I told him. My phone started buzzing in my pocket and I knew it was probably Mark or Rhys checking to see how I am doing. I reached back for it without thinking

"Hands where I can see them." He yelled out. I laughed even more, you could just smell the rookie coming off of him. I couldn't help myself.

"Rookie?" I asked. He stared at me confused. "I can tell. You see you have this certain jumpy attitude to you." I stood up and could see the grip on his gun tighten. "It's okay Officer, I'm just going to come down the stairs." I put my hands up to show him I didn't mean any harm. I stopped right in front of him. I could tell he was looking at my eyebrow piercing. "Swarek." I said. I realized my dad's rookie was Swarek, he was talking about him last night.

"What?" he replied shocked. I now know what my dad was saying; rookies are fun to play with.

"It's on your tag." I giggled out. I put my hands out for him to cuff. "Are you going to handcuff me, or am I going to have to do this myself?" I asked. I could tell he was staring at me. He finally snapped back to reality and put his gun in his holster and grabbed his handciffs and cuffed me.

"What's your name Swarek?" I asks him.

"Swarek." He replied.

"Your first name? Swarek Swarek?" I looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Sam." He said.

"Sam." I repeated. I likes the sound of that. Sam Swarek.

"How about you, what's your name?" he asked me.

"Drea." I replied.

"Why did you give in so easily?" He asked me as we started walking back towards the scene.

I shrugged, "A little extra points with your T.O wouldn't hurt." I know my dad will be surprised he caught me. Usually I don't let the cops get me. My dad knows I'm not exactly the model citizen but I haven't been arrested for anything yet. That's the plus of having a cop as a father; you get out of some pretty sticky situations with a slap on the wrist and a promise never to do it again.