code she’d violated. She glanced over her shoulder at the clock. She wasn’t late. Matter of fact, she was eight minutes early. She looked back at him; the only sound was soft murmuring, coffee percolating, and men and a few women dressed in their blues milling about, getting ready to leave the precinct for the possible quiet and tranquility of first shift.
“No you’re not. That’s not your desk anymore.” He gently reached over and took her by the hand, ushering her up from her worn, hard wooden seat. He led her back into a small area formerly used for miscellaneous storage only to discover it had been cleaned out. A picture of a park in springtime hung on the wall, and a new computer sat on a shiny, red cherry desk. Jayme cupped her mouth with her palms, smearing her sheer gloss as she lunged forward, her heart thumping in exhilaration.
“It’s mine?” she squealed.
“You’re damn right.” He lightly laughed. “You deserve it, Jayme, and we all pitched in to get it ready for you this morning. I’ll have Kirt and Danny move your stuff in here.”
Just then, she noticed a blue and white shiny box. Her stomach rumbled in anticipation.
“You didn’t.” She smirked as she pointed to the damn thing with the pretty silver bow.
“We did…burger cookies. Knock yourself out.” And with that, he shut the door, leaving her alone to devour the shortbread, fudge-covered goodness in a single gulp. Jayme slumped down in her chair and ran her fingers along the gorgeous wood grain of her desk. She couldn’t wipe the smile off her face. The room was stuffy; the size of a kid’s closet, but it was all hers. She’d make it grand. She looked behind her towards the small window. She was underground, so there wasn’t much to see except the bottom of trees and debris brushed up against skinny pipes and a desolate sidewalk. She sighed, grateful to at least be provided a slither of light. Out there on the main floor, they received little illumination due to a lack of windows. A tall, old, dark green file cabinet with chipped paint covered in silver knicks stood on the far right side of the room. She surmised all of her paperwork was in there; years and years of research and cases. She kept her own copies of everything she’d had her hand in, for she felt it imperative. Startled by the echo of the phone ringing on her desk, she jumped in her seat. She picked it up, a sheepish grin as she answered.
“Sergeant Khrome speaking…”
“I’d like to file a citizen’s complaint!” came a deep voice, full of mirth.
Jayme closed her eyes, swiveled in her chair and crossed her legs, shaking her head back and forth.
“You nut.”
“You love me anyway though…” he teased.
“Of course.”
“Now that I’m back in town, I think we need to celebrate your promotion.”
“Oh, Xzion, I can’t, baby. I have so much to do today! I still need to meet with the guys this afternoon. I have over thirty reports from yesterday that I need to review and unfortunately, I have to take one guy off the street and put him on desk duty while we investigate a real complaint. Unfortunately, thus far, it has merit.”
“Hmmm.” Xzion groaned into the phone, making her throat quake from the depth of his tone. “So, you think he did it?”
“Mmmmm.” She shook her head and ran her finger along the coiled, black phone chord. “My gut tells me yes, but that the story is exaggerated. It’s a real shame, because we can’t afford to lose any more cops right now, but…” She shrugged. “We also can’t have officers abusing people simply because they are angry and lose their cool.”
“Well, I suppose I will have to check you out later.” He sighed on the other end, causing her guilt to morph into something huge. She’d felt so neglectful. She and Xzion barely had time to speak in the last two weeks, let alone cuddle and love on one another. She could tell he was getting restless and in his protests, he declared he was going
“No you’re not. That’s not your desk anymore.” He gently reached over and took her by the hand, ushering her up from her worn, hard wooden seat. He led her back into a small area formerly used for miscellaneous storage only to discover it had been cleaned out. A picture of a park in springtime hung on the wall, and a new computer sat on a shiny, red cherry desk. Jayme cupped her mouth with her palms, smearing her sheer gloss as she lunged forward, her heart thumping in exhilaration.
“It’s mine?” she squealed.
“You’re damn right.” He lightly laughed. “You deserve it, Jayme, and we all pitched in to get it ready for you this morning. I’ll have Kirt and Danny move your stuff in here.”
Just then, she noticed a blue and white shiny box. Her stomach rumbled in anticipation.
“You didn’t.” She smirked as she pointed to the damn thing with the pretty silver bow.
“We did…burger cookies. Knock yourself out.” And with that, he shut the door, leaving her alone to devour the shortbread, fudge-covered goodness in a single gulp. Jayme slumped down in her chair and ran her fingers along the gorgeous wood grain of her desk. She couldn’t wipe the smile off her face. The room was stuffy; the size of a kid’s closet, but it was all hers. She’d make it grand. She looked behind her towards the small window. She was underground, so there wasn’t much to see except the bottom of trees and debris brushed up against skinny pipes and a desolate sidewalk. She sighed, grateful to at least be provided a slither of light. Out there on the main floor, they received little illumination due to a lack of windows. A tall, old, dark green file cabinet with chipped paint covered in silver knicks stood on the far right side of the room. She surmised all of her paperwork was in there; years and years of research and cases. She kept her own copies of everything she’d had her hand in, for she felt it imperative. Startled by the echo of the phone ringing on her desk, she jumped in her seat. She picked it up, a sheepish grin as she answered.
“Sergeant Khrome speaking…”
“I’d like to file a citizen’s complaint!” came a deep voice, full of mirth.
Jayme closed her eyes, swiveled in her chair and crossed her legs, shaking her head back and forth.
“You nut.”
“You love me anyway though…” he teased.
“Of course.”
“Now that I’m back in town, I think we need to celebrate your promotion.”
“Oh, Xzion, I can’t, baby. I have so much to do today! I still need to meet with the guys this afternoon. I have over thirty reports from yesterday that I need to review and unfortunately, I have to take one guy off the street and put him on desk duty while we investigate a real complaint. Unfortunately, thus far, it has merit.”
“Hmmm.” Xzion groaned into the phone, making her throat quake from the depth of his tone. “So, you think he did it?”
“Mmmmm.” She shook her head and ran her finger along the coiled, black phone chord. “My gut tells me yes, but that the story is exaggerated. It’s a real shame, because we can’t afford to lose any more cops right now, but…” She shrugged. “We also can’t have officers abusing people simply because they are angry and lose their cool.”
“Well, I suppose I will have to check you out later.” He sighed on the other end, causing her guilt to morph into something huge. She’d felt so neglectful. She and Xzion barely had time to speak in the last two weeks, let alone cuddle and love on one another. She could tell he was getting restless and in his protests, he declared he was going
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