The rookies walked out and to the kit room. "I wonder how our will be." "You're about to find out!" The three training officers walked up to the rookies. "Let's get our gear and you can set up the shop." Officer Owens nodded at Emily. She grabbed the bags then staggered under their weight. She thought one teeney tiny spell souldn't hurt. She closed her eyes, and imagined the bags getting lighter and lighter… "Garcia!" she felt the bags were like 2 pounds each. "Coming, Sir!" She ran to the shop. "Wow, you're strong!" Owens remarked. "Thanks, sir." she quickly touched her finger to the bags, and they slumped, as heavy as they were before. Then, she shut the trunk and went into the shop. "So," Owens said as they were pullin out of the parking lot. "We need to set some ground rules. First, Let me do the talking today. You can just watch, I don't want you getting hurt." "All due respect sir, I went to the academy. I know things." Owens chuckled. "Sorry. I guess I'm just nervous. My last rookie wasn't exactly… safe." "Oh, one of those people who won't let you correct them because they think google never lies?" "Exactly. Oh, pull around here." Emily pulled over next to the curb. "Drug bust?" "Yep." The two officers walked up to the teens. "Shit, it's the cops!" One of them took off north, the other ran west. "You take black hoodie!" Owens yelled, then both of them took off. Emily looked at the ground in front of the hoodie guy, and the tiniest piece of pavement rose up an inch, sending him flying across the pavement. "Oof, looks like some nasty road rash." Emily looked at the dude's red, raw cheek. "You should really watch where you're going." she said, cuffing him. "That rock wasn't there before." Hoodie said. "I threw it." Emily said calmly. "Wow, boot, you're lucky!" Owens walked up, baseball capped criminal in hand. "Yeah, I guess." "Come on, we gotta take these guys back to the station." A few minutes later they were back at the station. "I'll handle processing." Owens offered. "Thanks!" Emily replied. She looked in the briefing room and saw Fynn and someone she didn't recognize. "Dad, can you PLEASE just listen to me for ONE second! I don't want you to pull any strings or plan my career! I just want to pave my own way!" "I'm not saying this as your dad, I'm saying this as your captain. Don't backtalk me. This is a chance you'll never get again, so I need you to be sure." "whatever." Fynn stormed out of the room in a huff. "Wait, your dad's the captain?" Emily said, wide eyed, "Yeah. he keeps offering to give me a leg up because he wants the family legacy to continue. But i don't want his help. I want to prove myself, on my own." "Wow, sounds tough. You know, he shouldn't show preference to you. It's against protocol." "you think i'm gonna assertively tell my dad, my BOSS, to back off? No chance." Fynn sulked outside. "What's THEIR deal?" "MEGAN!" what are you doing here? I thought you failed the academy!" "I didn't fail, i was accused of lyin in my file, and they confirmed it wasn't true, so, here i am! But i'm only here to say goodbye, i'm working in mid-wilshire now. But we can still hang out outside of work!" "i'd like that." Emily smiled at her old friend. "Hey, say hi to my cousin, Angela for me at mid wilshire!" "sure! Later, bestie-boo!" Megan hugged Emily then walked out of the station.
The next day, Sargent Peterson announced, "Alright everyone! So we just got a tip about a possible 607. Swat is mobilizing as we speak, and we need all hands on deck. Today is going to be a crazy day." The room hushed for a second ,then chaos descended. Everyone started rushing around, getting gear, calling family members, and putting on vests. "Sargeant Peterson, what's going on?" Emily asked, worried. "A 607 is a mafia war, which you would know if you paid attention in class." "So what, we try to arrest as many mafia members as we can before civilians get hurt?" "That's the goal. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some chaos to control." Emily ran out of the briefing room to find her T.O. "There you are, boot. Come on, get in the shop. Bulletproof vests are already in the shop." They zoomed off. "Just heard gunfire on 6th and footholst, investigating now, requesting backup code-3," Officer collins' voice came over the radio. "Copy". Replied Emily. She looked at her T.O. and he nodded. "7-l-20, show us responding." WEEOOOEEEOOOEEOO the sirens blared, and they sped down the street. They arrived on scene not 2 minutes later and saw officer Collins sprinting up to their shop. "We have one in custody, one is running, give officer Simmons a hand and cut the runner off." "yes sir". Emily and Owens saw the suspect running down an alley towards them, and Officer Owens hugged the wall. As the suspect came barreling down the alley at full speed. Owens stuck a leg out to trip him, but he saw it, jumped ofer the leg, and opened fire. Emily panicked, shouted, "STOP!" and time stood still. She sighed, caught her breath, and realized there was a bullet an inch from Owens' shoulder. She flicked it away, and took the gun from the man. She took the bullets out of the magazine, then put it back in, and placed the gun back in the man's rough hands. She jogged back to where she was standing, and released time. Officer Walsh came barreling in and pointed a gun at the confused suspect. Emily walked up to the suspect to cuff him, then realized something she hadn't noticed before. "Well, Well, look what we have here. You should slip into something more comfortable, like a coma." Morris Delancey looked, wide eyed, at emily. "Emily Garcia!?" "That's right. I should actually be thanking you. You know it's because of you that I decided to become a cop." Morris rolled his eyes and followed Owens to the shop. Later at the station, everyone was buzzing. "Sargent?" Emily started. "Emily. Let me brief you and your t.o. So we got wind of a big drug op going down tonight. I need you to scope it out, see what security's like." "Sure, what's the address?" Owens asked. "219 mapleview lane." Emily paled. The world seemed to blur around her, and she almost fainted, when sergeant Peterson''s voice brought her back. "Emily, what is it?" "That-... that's my childhood home."