Post by Pen McCarthy on Jun 18, 2021 4:50:13 GMT
“You’re the only one that can do this McCarthy, We’re out of options.”
“One more complaint he’s done. We can't do this anymore. You're his last chance.”
“We know it’ll be...awkward, but if anyone can get him on his feet, it’s you.”
She’d thought that nearly two years ago, and in the end, she’d failed. What made Burelson think that she would be able to fix a man that clearly didn’t want to be fixed?
Clearly, the Captain of the task force and her own Captain had gotten into evidence and smoked all the crack. They couldn’t be serious, working with Nate? A man she had some serious history with? Their last conversation hadn’t been pleasant. What made them think Nate would even be willing to work with her?
“You’re his key to getting back on the task force. Bi-weekly updates on how he’s doing. If you give you’re blessing he can go back without question.”
She’d laughed. Oh, he was going to love that, and she made it clear exactly what she thought Nate would think about it too. Give Penny all the power over the man’s career, that would go over so well. But...out of everyone, she could see why they picked her. He burned through all his other partners, and no one had the patience for his new attitude. No one knew him like she did. She was still hesitant... but she had reluctantly agreed. TJ would have given him the boot, and she was sure her bother would let her hear his opinion on her new ward the moment he learned about it.
Any other woman in her right mind would have said no, but those women weren’t Penny. Being on the force was a part of Nate. Without it, she feared he really wouldn’t come back after his brother’s death. Some part of her still cared about that cheeky idiot that was lost in the asshole that had taken over. She couldn’t see someone who loved being a cop so much, suddenly not be able to do it anymore. Especially if they were given one last shot.
She’d moved on, and she hoped Nate had too, or else this was going to be a lot more difficult for the both of them.
Her boots echoed down the linoleum hallway, early that morning. The California heat was already starting to warm up the city, and reports said it was going to be in the high 80’s that week. Pen had her signature leather jacket on, a pair of form-fitting light blue jeans tucked into a pair of black combat boots, and a loose v-neck cotton shirt. Her badge was clipped to the front of her waistband and her police-issued .45 was holstered on her hip.
Her messenger bag bounced against her left hip while she mindlessly sucked on the straw to her bright pink, bedazzled tumbler. The atrocity could be seen a mile away, and the Giant purple "P" on it, made it clear who it belonged too, and only an idiot would take it. Her sunglasses rested on top of her head, and she pushed the door open to the public safety department. “Good ole police work” As she fondly called it, as they helped keep the peace on the day-to-day lives of L.A. for their district.
She waved at a few people who were already at the office, and she wandered her way towards her desk in the sea of cubicles. Burleson and Juarez were bringing Nate to her after breaking the news to him, and she threw herself down into her chair with a sigh. Pulling the strap of her bag off her shoulder and tossing her sunglasses on the surface of her desk. She had a stack of neat case files and folders from various things stacked on either side of her desk. Small touches of personal things covered her desk, Namely pictures of back home. A picture of her and JT fishing, Mama in her kitchen, and a picture of Daddy. The reason why she and TJ had entered this profession in the first place. Their had once been pictures of someone else on her desk, but after that particular break up she'd done her best to remove him from work as much as she was able. Even if it meant shoving them in the very bottom of her junk drawer.
She sipped at her sweet tea (homemade of course and the only sweet tea she’d drink as anyone not from the south didn’t know how to make it right) and crossed her legs. Leaning back in her chair, she stared off into space at her cubicle wall, and she could hear voices approaching.
Hands clasped around that tumbler, she swiveled around in her chair the moment she noticed someone had darkened her cubicle doorway. Her dark eyes looked up and she arched her brows as an almost innocent, childlike look crossed her face from the way she looked expectantly at the visitors while drinking her drink.
Here we go…
@nate
“One more complaint he’s done. We can't do this anymore. You're his last chance.”
“We know it’ll be...awkward, but if anyone can get him on his feet, it’s you.”
She’d thought that nearly two years ago, and in the end, she’d failed. What made Burelson think that she would be able to fix a man that clearly didn’t want to be fixed?
Clearly, the Captain of the task force and her own Captain had gotten into evidence and smoked all the crack. They couldn’t be serious, working with Nate? A man she had some serious history with? Their last conversation hadn’t been pleasant. What made them think Nate would even be willing to work with her?
“You’re his key to getting back on the task force. Bi-weekly updates on how he’s doing. If you give you’re blessing he can go back without question.”
She’d laughed. Oh, he was going to love that, and she made it clear exactly what she thought Nate would think about it too. Give Penny all the power over the man’s career, that would go over so well. But...out of everyone, she could see why they picked her. He burned through all his other partners, and no one had the patience for his new attitude. No one knew him like she did. She was still hesitant... but she had reluctantly agreed. TJ would have given him the boot, and she was sure her bother would let her hear his opinion on her new ward the moment he learned about it.
Any other woman in her right mind would have said no, but those women weren’t Penny. Being on the force was a part of Nate. Without it, she feared he really wouldn’t come back after his brother’s death. Some part of her still cared about that cheeky idiot that was lost in the asshole that had taken over. She couldn’t see someone who loved being a cop so much, suddenly not be able to do it anymore. Especially if they were given one last shot.
She’d moved on, and she hoped Nate had too, or else this was going to be a lot more difficult for the both of them.
Her boots echoed down the linoleum hallway, early that morning. The California heat was already starting to warm up the city, and reports said it was going to be in the high 80’s that week. Pen had her signature leather jacket on, a pair of form-fitting light blue jeans tucked into a pair of black combat boots, and a loose v-neck cotton shirt. Her badge was clipped to the front of her waistband and her police-issued .45 was holstered on her hip.
Her messenger bag bounced against her left hip while she mindlessly sucked on the straw to her bright pink, bedazzled tumbler. The atrocity could be seen a mile away, and the Giant purple "P" on it, made it clear who it belonged too, and only an idiot would take it. Her sunglasses rested on top of her head, and she pushed the door open to the public safety department. “Good ole police work” As she fondly called it, as they helped keep the peace on the day-to-day lives of L.A. for their district.
She waved at a few people who were already at the office, and she wandered her way towards her desk in the sea of cubicles. Burleson and Juarez were bringing Nate to her after breaking the news to him, and she threw herself down into her chair with a sigh. Pulling the strap of her bag off her shoulder and tossing her sunglasses on the surface of her desk. She had a stack of neat case files and folders from various things stacked on either side of her desk. Small touches of personal things covered her desk, Namely pictures of back home. A picture of her and JT fishing, Mama in her kitchen, and a picture of Daddy. The reason why she and TJ had entered this profession in the first place. Their had once been pictures of someone else on her desk, but after that particular break up she'd done her best to remove him from work as much as she was able. Even if it meant shoving them in the very bottom of her junk drawer.
She sipped at her sweet tea (homemade of course and the only sweet tea she’d drink as anyone not from the south didn’t know how to make it right) and crossed her legs. Leaning back in her chair, she stared off into space at her cubicle wall, and she could hear voices approaching.
Hands clasped around that tumbler, she swiveled around in her chair the moment she noticed someone had darkened her cubicle doorway. Her dark eyes looked up and she arched her brows as an almost innocent, childlike look crossed her face from the way she looked expectantly at the visitors while drinking her drink.
Here we go…
@nate
