Thread: Golden Shields ( Katy1008 & CrimsonMaster )

Evie crouched behind the shotgun-pellet riddled car, waiting... watching the upstairs window of the house from where all the shooting had been coming. The Glock was in her hand but the chances of her needing to use it from that distance was slim. In her mind she tried to imagine Reed moving within the house. She heard the explosion of the shotgun inside the house and held her breath but it only took a second or two for the sound of the Desert Eagle to be heard. And then almost instantly, the sound of splintering wood and breaking glass filled the air as the body feel heavily through the air. She stood slowly, watching it land and she actually winced as it hit the floor hard. Then there was silence. At that moment, Evie was aware of another man coming up on her shoulder. Is that our only shooter? She turned around and looked at him. The man was in his fifties maybe, wearing a Sergeants uniform. The silver name plate on the mans right breast said Ramirez. Evie had heard of him ... a watch commander... but she had never met him before. Not sure yet Sergeant. My partner is stil... Evie stopped mid-sentence, turned, ducked and lifted her weapon in one smooth movement. She looked back at the house in time to see the man who had fallen out of the window being carried a few feet backwards in the air as another report from the Desert Eagle rattled around the neighbouring buildings. As the man actually landed, Reed stepped out of the front door and was holstering his own weapon. Evie smiled and stood up slowly. Apparently he was on his own. Evie tucked her own gun away inside her jacket, nodded to the Sergeant who took that as the silent hand over of the scene it was intended to be and she made her way back to their own car. Part of her wasnt entirely sure it was going to make it back to the station house, but Reed was already climbing into the drivers seat. As Evie got in on the passenger side, she noticed for the first time the blood on her white t-shirt. For a fraction of a second, she wondered how she had gotten hurt she certainly hadnt felt anything, but then she realized it wasnt her blood. It must have gotten onto her as she had pulled Connors into the car. Mentally she decided that as soon as she got back to the station she would change her shirt. She looked at Reed who simply waited for her to get in, smiled, nodded and then put the car into gear. Twenty minutes later they were back at the station. She told Reed that she was going to change into a clean shirt and that she would catch up with him. She went into the locker room and pulled a fresh clean t-shirt from her locker. Having a set of spare clothes permanently in her locker was something she had learned almost as soon as she had gotten out of the Academy. There was no telling what might happen on any given patrol from the downright lethal to the simple ridiculous and having clean clothes could make the rest of the shift a lot easier. It took her a few minutes to slip off her jacket and the holster, to pull the soiled t-shirt off and replace it with an almost identical sleeveless t-shirt... identical except instead of white it was a pale blue. She didnt put either the holster or the jacket back on, but carried both of them in her right hand as she trotted up the stairs to Detectives floor and returned to her desk, slipping the jacket over the back of the chair as usual and dropping the holstered Glock in her bottom drawer. Reed was already writing his own report. There was blank documentation sitting on her desk. She completed it quickly her report had little to say by comparison to Reeds and then she decided to set up a search in the computer database for any unsolved murder cases with a similar MO to what they had. She made a call to the local FBI office and asked if they would do a search nationally. And that was pretty much the end of her first day as a Detective. No-one could deny that it hadnt been adventure filled that was for sure. By 7.00pm she was sat on her couch in her apartment on the beach front in Marina Del Rey.