Storiesonline.net ------- My Hero by carniegirl Copyright© 2012 by carniegirl ------- Description: what would you do for your hero Codes: myst ------- ------- Chapter 1 Officer Marsha Thomas of the Saint Simon police department rushed through the Regional Medical center's emergency room door. "My partner has been shot help him," she said. "Officer there is nothing we can do for your partner. Treating him is against the rules, you have all been told that. I'm sorry," the ER nurse said quietly. "Find a Doctor, my partner is not going to die because you refuse to treat him. You will treat Harry or I will put a bullet in your brain. Harry took that bullet for me. If it weren't for Sam, I would be on that stretcher. So you fix him, or I will kill you there is no question about that." Marsha Thomas pulled her service weapon and held it by her leg. The move was just meant to punctuate the threat. "I will do what I can, but there are others who could do it better," she said. "Not at 2AM there aren't," Marsha said quietly. Within minutes another patrol vehicle came into the ER parking lot. The lights were flashing, but there was no siren. The Black SUV with the white doors parked in front of the police only sign. A single uniformed police officer walked from the vehicle to the door. The officer entered with his head turning. He tried to locate officer Marsha Thomas. He approached her then said, "Where is Sam?" "They have him in one of the exam rooms," Marsha said. "Marsha, you know that you have fucked up bringing him here?" the large black officer asked. "Silas, do you think I would leave you on the side of the road to die," she asked. "It ain't the same thing," he said. "You know damn well it is the same thing," Marsha said. "Well they will be calling the chief about now. Waking him up at 2AM for this is not going to be a good thing." Silas said. "It's like you said Silas, I already fucked up. What's he gonna do fire my ass twice," Marsha asked. "I guess not. There is no chance for you no matter what they do I guess." Silas said. The ER nurse came out. "We got the bullet out and stitched Sam up. Now you have to get him out of here, or they will close this place down." she said to Marsha. "Fair enough, make sure you pump him full of antibiotics and then I will take him." Marsha said. "We had to look all over the Internet to be sure we wouldn't kill him with the drugs, but he is good to go. There are even a couple of pills to take with you for the pain. Now he is a little dopey and you need to get him to a real doctor for his kind in the morning," the nurse said. "Send me the bill," Marsha said. "We can't do that. They would close us down for treating Sam. You just take care of your hero the nurse said. When Sam saw Marsh, he wagged his tail and tried to stand but he was too out of it. Marsh and Sam were gone before the chief arrived at the hospital. As she drove home, she didn't know of care how it would turn out. Her hero was asleep in the back seat of the patrol car. That was the sum total of her concern at that moment. The rest of it could wait. ------- Chapter 2 If it had been a TV show, it would have begun with, "It was 2AM and I was working midnight watch with my partner Dirty Harry. The boss was Sergeant Owens. It had been a quiet night so far. I was just as happy since it was Harry's first night back after the suspension. "So Harry what do you say, want to stop for coffee and a bagel at the Alamo?" I asked. Harry didn't answer he was the strong silent type. He did look more or less as if he approved. That being the case I swung the patrol car into the parking lot of the Alamo Convenience store. I never did know why it was called the Alamo. I left Harry in the car while I went inside. The coffee was from a serve yourself pot at least five or six hours old. I didn't mind the main thing I learned during my short time on the thin blue line, was how to drink old coffee and not throw up. The Alamo had a refrigerated section filled with all kinds of microwaveable quick meals. That night I had been thinking bacon egg and cheese on a bagel. I paid the clerk over three bucks for the really forth rate breakfast. At 2AM there were not a lot of options, so I didn't argue. Back at the car I opened the rear door. Once Harry had joined me, I called dispatch, "Dispatch, this is K9 unit 1 show me 10-7 code 10 at the Alamo." I had just reported myself out to lunch, so to speak. "10-4 Unit K9 hold your position the supervisor is in route," the tired sounding female voice informed me. "Roger that," I replied breaking correct procedure, but hell it was 2 in the morning. While I waited for Owens, I turned Dirty Harry loose in the park to do his thing. Sure the rules said he was never off his leash while on duty, but fuck rules. Harry pretty much had things his own way by that time. I called Harry back after ten minutes. I got him on the leash before Owens showed. I ate most of the pretty awful bagel, before i shared with Harry. Yeah that was another rule violation, but then Harry had saved my ass a couple of months earlier. So if I wanted to buy him a Steak, I would buy him a fucking steak. Nobody had bothered to check on our relationship since the incident and I was happy about that. I sure as hell didn't need to spend months on a psychiatrist coach. I watched the patrol car pull in and park beside my car. Sergeant Owens was at least thirty five. He also spoke way too loud for some reason. I had told him more than once to lower his voice, so I'm pretty sure I wasn't his favorite patrol person. "Hello Sarge, what's up?" I asked. "Just checking in on you two," he said. Owens was not the checking in on you kind of sergeant. He was more the, you really fucked up this time, kind of sergeant. "Sure you were, so what is it this time?" I asked. "Drug bust at 5AM, vice requested you and Harry," he said. "They don't know me from Adam, they just want the dog's nose most likely," I said. I wasn't upset it was what Harry did. Actually he loved it, so who was I to argue. "Whatever, I'll be calling you with an address closer to the bust time. The narcs don't want to take any chances." he said. "Sarge do they really think we are going to make calls at two in the morning. Maybe they think we are all dirty, except I think they are the most likely to be taking stuff. Not a lot for a patrol officer to skim." "Well Marcha just take it easy. Follow the rules please," he said smiling. "Let me threaten to kill just one Doctor and I never hear the end of it. I did my time on unpaid leave," I said. "It worked out pretty good I think, You were off for thirty days disciplinary action, and Harry was on rehab leave for the same thirty days. I would say somebody was looking out for you, if I didn't know better. "Then it's a good thing you know better," I said. It was true that me and the department's vet had nursed Harry back to health. He most likely could have done just fine without us. Harry was one tough son of a bitch, literally. For the next two hours I drove around looked for broken windows in the industrial area. Mostly that's what Harry and I did. He and I worked the tactical response detail. Sergeant Owens commanded three units. Not exactly a big time assignment for any of us. The hours were crappy. We worked three midnight shits, then three evening shirts, had a few days off then switched back to midnights again. The mission statement had us targeting industrial crime but also to assist everyone who needed extra manpower. That night it was vice, but it could be serving a warrant on an especially hard to find mooch at his girlfriend's house at 4AM. It was just a crappy job reserved for people who fucked up somehow. My fuck up was threatening the doctor in the ER. Harry just had to follow me since I was his handler. Poor fellow could be working regular hours if his handler was anyone else. I was more or less unit one, at least in my own mind. Unit two would have to be Martin Ruger, yes Ruger like the gun. Martin's fuck up was telling a reporter the truth. One thing a street cop should never do is talk to a reporter about anything. One of the cops on his old team was being hung out to dry by some political activist types. A reporter asked Ruger what he thought of the departmental investigation. Ruger said it was a waste of taxpayer money, since the political types were going to find his friend guilty no matter what the facts were. He managed to save his friend, since enough reporters agreed that it was a witch hunt, but he got beat up for talking to the press. The third unit was operated by officer Payne. Payne was a middle aged guy with lots of attitude. He had been in tac the longest. They said he had been assigned to the 'children of the night' permanently because he told the chief to kiss his ass in front of a councilman. They would have fired him, but it was also the councilman's opinion. But everyone knew that the chief was an ass. So Payne would be a child of the night until he died, retired, got fired or the chief did one of those things, Harry and I were the rookies on tac. We were also the first K9 unit ever. So far it had been two weeks and nothing but checking buildings and stopping drunk drivers. Not a very exciting life. Since Harry needed the light duty to complete his healing, I didn't mind the boring nights. At 4:30 AM I met with the Narc squad. There were four of them all flying on adrenalin at least. With Narcs, one was never quite sure that all their highs were natural highs. There was a lot of temptation out there. "We are going to want to send Harry in first," the Narc sergeant said to me. "Sure we can go in and clear the house for you," I suggested. "Let Harry go in first and corner this guy. He is one bad dude," the sergeant said. "Harry and I can handle him." I acted as if I didn't know what he was suggesting, but I did. He wanted me to lay back and let Harry tree their dealer. Harry would tree him alright, but I would be there to watch his back. If I didn't go in with him, Harry didn't go. That was just the way it was going to be. I was surprised to find Ruger and Payne at the meeting. The narcs informed me that there were lots of ways in and out of the house. They would not be surprised, if their man decided to go out a window. There was something just wrong with the whole thing but it had to be done. I smelled of a situation where I knew less than some of the others. I didn't like that. It was five minute till 5AM when Ruger hit the door with a metal battering ram. The door sprung open and Ruger stepped back allowing me and Harry to enter. I released Harry so that he could search out the occupants of the house. There were two occupants of the bedroom. One was a man and the other a woman. The woman coward in the bed, while Harry put the man in a corner. Harry couldn't watch everything that's why I had insisted on going in with him. Harry rightly judged the man to be the real threat, but that didn't mean that the woman was not a threat to a lesser degree. Harry had his teeth in the mans right forearm. The man came up with a very long knife from somewhere. I couldn't believe that he tried to slash Harry with it using his left hand. Harry would not release his grip on the man's right arm, even as the man raised what amounted to a short saber. He didn't succeed with his murderous intent, only because I shot him twice in the chest with my service weapon. It was the first time I had ever fired it at a human. I was shocked and sickened by the effect it had on the man with the knife. The heavy 10mm slugs carried parts of his body tissue out the rear of his torso as they exited. It was a sight right out of a horror movie. I had taken my eyes off the woman just long enough to handle her lover and then to be sure Harry was okay. I was about to turn back to her, when I heard more gunfire. She had come up with an automatic pistol from beside the bed. That was evident since she was sitting up on the bed pointing it at my back ... To my surprise Ruger shot her before she could shoot me or Harry. Owens and the vice sergeant come into the room, with guns drawn, almost immediately... "My god it's shit together," he said. "Meantime I want both of you to surrender your weapons, then go sit in the car." "Sarge, they need me to have Harry search for drugs," I suggested. "Alright, Payne you stay with Thomas, be damn sure you can testify to exactly what she and the dog do from now till we are relieved," he demanded. "I'm putting Ruger in the car till IA gets here." Harry did his job. He found several small bags of white powder. It was most likely cocaine according to the narcs. What looked like a wholesale bag of weed and some rocks. All in all it was a good sized drug bust. It was going to be a night with no skimming, since the whole tac team was in shit city. We kept a very close eye on everything. The narcs didn't say anything, but they didn't look happy. One of the younger narcs spoke to me when Payne wasn't close enough to hear. "So officer Thomas is it true that you are fucking that dog." "Not really, but I'm sure he would be better then a pencil dick narc," I said smiling at him. He wasn't the first one to make such a comment. ------- Chapter 3 It was 10AM before they got around to interviewing me. I knew that Ruger had already been interviewed and most likely was home in bed asleep. They were saving me for last, since I had to write up a report about the drugs we found, as well as the incident report for killing the drug dealer. I had been in the small interrogation room for fifteen minutes when the door finally opened. Before that I had been in the snack bar writing my reports. They obviously didn't expect me to run, since no one monitored me. "Hello Marsha, I can't say it's nice to see you again," the moderately chubby woman suggested. "Well Lieutenant, you can always just clear me now and save all t his time," I said. "If I could, I would do that in a minute. But we have bodies that have to be accounted for. You do know that there will be lots of stories floating around. All kinds of things about police executing innocent church going folks." Lieutenant Marshal said. "Ah, so you are the good cop today?" I asked. "Ain't no bad cops in here. We are all good cops, we are just in bad places sometimes," she informed me. I expected her to be a real bitch. Not only was she chubby, she was divorced, and had a terrible red dye job on her hair. That hair was enough to ruin any woman's attitude. "Well then let's get this done," I suggested. "So you have been back on the streets two weeks?" Marshal asked. "I'm into my third week," I said. I knew that she had it in the file, but I added it anyway. "And it's Harry's first night back?" she asked. "Yes he has been in rehab since he got shot over a month ago. I have been on suspension and then I was on a desk until three weeks ago." I said. "The only place they felt comfortable assigning you was to the children of the night?" she asked. "You would have to ask the supervisors that," I suggested. "Well it's all here. You are kind of on probation again." She paused a moment then shifted tacts. "So how long you been home from Afghanistan?" "Five months, and before you ask I have been a cop here for four of them," I said. "So you always wanted to be a cop?" she asked. "Lot of cops in your family." "Yes there are and sure I always knew I would be a cop of some kind. When I graduated high school, I went in the Air Force to be a cop there. I was too young to be a civilian cop, so I did the next best thing. "So that's where you became a dog handler?" she asked. "I learned in Texas, then went to the sand box twice," I volunteered. "So finding the gig here wasn't that hard. You had the experience any small town police chief would love." "If you say so," I replied. So, two months ago you were telling an ER Doc that you would shoot her, if she didn't treat your dog. Then tonight you put two in the chest of a drug dealer who is swinging a knife at your dog?" "It's the department's dog, and the guy was swinging the knife at me as well." I said. "Please, I'm not stupid. Harry is hanging on his arm and you are telling me this guy is concerned about you?" "I'm telling you what happened," I replied then I went quiet. "Well you know that you are on a desk again until we figure this out?" she said. "You mean till you figure out how much fallout there is going to be. If no one gives a shit, I will be back at work in three days. Then again, if there is an influx of civil rights guys, then I'm going to get tossed under the bus." "That isn't true, but then it doesn't really matter what any of us think right now. We are going to have to wait for things to sort themselves out," Marshal suggested. "So, I'm on a desk, Do I report in at midnight tonight or in the morning?" I asked. "Sergeant Owens will have your new assignment," Marshal said. "You know this doesn't look good so soon after your run in with the doctor?" "Yeah, but I didn't go to that bust without being told to go there. By the way what's going on with Ruger? He saved my ass tonight." "I expect him to come out just fine. He doesn't have a history of threatening anyone else," Marshal said with a smile. "You might want to reflect on what you need to do to stay out of trouble. You are still on probation." "Like hell, I am certified," I said. "Yes that was your qualification to be hired, but you are not off civil service probation here," she informed me. "Well we can fight this out in the press, and then in a court I suppose," I said. "I did the right thing and I won't be laying down for you guys. I also will not go quietly. If you bounce me for public relations, expect it to cost the city. I have the name of a damn good lawyer." "Are you threatening me," she asked calmly. "I'm not threatening you. I am just telling you what I will do. if it comes to that. What I just said should have nothing to do with your findings, any more than what the civil rights people are going to say." I left the interrogation room pretty much satisfied with myself. Even so, I remembered that in my kitchen utility drawer, at the apartment I shared with Harry, there was an attorney's card. They said she was the best women's advocate in town. One of the old timers slipped it to me after I threatened the ER doctor. I picked Harry up from the kennel outside the police station, which was no more than a chain link fence with a single plastic doghouse inside. Harry didn't seem to mind it, since it got him away from the comings and goings of the station. It was kind of a refuge for him. I could have used one myself that morning. Fifteen minutes later I arrived at what was my only refuge and it wasn't perfect. The refuge was a simple six room house converted to a duplex dwelling. Sudie, the old lady of about eighty who owned the house, lived on the right side. I lived on the left. Sudie's half had the original old antique front door. Her rear door was an add on. My half had a cheap front and rear door. They were stuck in places they obviously were never meant to be. My living room was half of the original living room and therefore tiny. From the living room an arched opening led into the bedroom. On the opposite wall another arched opening led into the tiny kitchen. The kitchen area had obviously once been Sudie's dinette. Every appliance could have been carried off by a burglar under his arm. I had a small microwave oven, a large toaster oven, a two burner modern version of the old style hot plate, an apartment size refrigerator, and a kitchen sink unit. I wasn't so sure that the sink couldn't have been carried off as well as the appliances. My bathroom was in what had originally been the back porch. Since I had to have a rear exit to be up to the fire code, I had the whole back porch. The kitchen emptied into a mudroom type area, with the rear door. But off the mud room and behind Sudie's part of the house sat my bathroom. Sudie's rear door opened onto the side of the house, right along side my bathroom wall. It was probably the best possible layout, but it was a bit inconvenient. My floors in the mudroom, bathroom, kitchen and the bedroom were cheap vinyl tile. I did have nice hardwood floors in the living room. I had a cool oriental screen which I could move to cover the arched opening into the bedroom or kitchen. Yes it was a crappy place to live, but Sudie loved Harry, which made it ideal for me. I walked Harry through the apartment and out to the rear door. Hanging on the nail in the tiny treated wood deck was a snap on hook. The hook was attached to a heavy cable, the kind used to raise engines from automobiles in industrial shops. The other end of the cable was attached to a metal rod driven into the ground with a nine pound hammer. I know all this because I did it all myself. I hooked Harry onto the cable while I took a shower. Since the bathroom had once been a back porch it was small. In the far inside corner of the room was a fiberglass shower unit. That unit could have been in a boat, or an airplane cabin, it was so small. Still it was enough to wash the stink of fear from me. On that morning it was more than enough for me. I brought Harry into the house with my hair wet, and wearing only a thick terry cloth robe. Harry was as exhausted as me. I closed the door behind him and wasn't at all surprised to see him make for my bed. "Leave me some room damn it Harry," I said as he passed me. As I expected, when I got to the bed, Harry had more than his half. I pushed him over as I dropped the robe and slipped nude between the cool sheets. Even though I was exhausted, sleep did not come immediately. Since that was the case I spread my legs a bit. I was open just enough to expose the tip of my clit. I put my finger on it and a warm sensation spread through my body. It was not anywhere near a shock just a nice sexy sensation. I lay there massaging my clitoris and thinking about the mess whirling around me. I knew that what I had done could come back to bite me, but I hadn't even considered that when I shot that asshole. He was threatening me and Harry and that was enough to get him killed. My tension was increasing as I continued to massage my clitoris. I could feel the lubricant seeping from me and down my thighs onto the sheet. I enjoyed all the sensations my body produced as it moved toward a climax. I enjoyed the increase in tension and the muscles tightening. I enjoyed the loss of control as I got close to climax. I enjoyed the tension so thick that I could hardly breath as I finally broke through. I felt the sense of relief as I felt my muscles flex involuntarily. It was at that moment that I felt Harry push against me first with his nose then with his hips. He had no doubt caught the scent of me. Without a doubt, I reeked of sex. Harry recognized it probably because it was similar in all animals. Since working police dogs are usually intact males, he reacted to it. There were benefits to him realizing I was a sexual being. It gave us another layer of bonding. One I never talked about. With the military dogs it was never possible to bond on a intimate level. Handler and dog were seldom alone. Harry and I had been alone a great deal so there was a certain amount of animal bonding. That morning was for sure not the first time he had seen me masturbate. ------- Chapter 4: Back to the Grind Ten days after the IA lieutenant threatened to fire me, I was standing between Ruger and the Chief of Police. The chief is giving us each a commendation. "Our local Tactical Squad raided a drug house to arrest the residents. During the routine raid, one of the dealers attempted to take Officer Thomas's life with this ten inch knife." The chief held up a clean plastic bag with the knife inside. It was pure theater for the press. "In the process of defending herself Officer Thomas was forced to fire two shots at the drug dealer. The drug dealer, a felon well known to the Aster Police, was killed instantly. Officer Ruger was backing up Officer Thomas and was forced to shoot a female suspect in order to prevent her shooting officer Thomas in the back. The female suspect was killed instantly as well. Though we regret the loss of any life, we are extremely pleased that the two officers were not killed or injured. This afternoon we are here to commend these two brave officers for their courage and good sense." "It is worth noting that both suspects are implicated in at least three homicides. It appears from the physical evidence that both suspects participated in the brutal murders of at least two of their competitors and one police officer in Tryon. The weapon used in the officers shooting was found during the search of the residence. It as in fact the same weapon the female suspect pointed at Officer Thomas's back." I leaned over to Ruger and whispered, "You know it was 'give us the commendation or fire us'?" I asked. "Of course, you killed a black man to save a dog. You are lucky he was wanted for a whole lot of black on black crimes. If not you probably would have been charged with something," Ruger said. "No doubt, but I shot him to save myself," I suggested. "I was there remember?" Ruger asked. "Officer Thomas, would you explain exactly what happened in that house?" one of the reporters from Tryon asked. "It was a routine drug raid that turned into a shoot or die situation. Those things do happen now and then, I'm told." "Is this the first man you have killed?" she continued. "No, I was forced to kill some men during a Taliban Ambush a couple of years ago. Those were the first men I killed," I replied. "How about you Ruger, was this your first?" I was trying to get the attention off me. "Yes this was the first woman I was forced to kill," Ruger said. The news conference went on down that path for several more minutes before it wound down. When it ended Marshal from IA cornered me in the hallway. "You were lucky both times, now try to stay out of trouble," she demanded. "I just hope I'm not the kind of person who attracts trouble. Some folks do you know. It just comes to them no matter what they do," I suggested. "If that is the case, we will be seeing a lot of each other," she said. "In that case next time bring flowers and candy," I said. I drove straight home to let Harry out. Even though he was perfectly behaved I put him on the cable to do his business. A stray female in heat walking by might well trump his training. "Would you do me a favor please," Sudie asked as I stepped from my car. "If I can sure," I replied to the old lady. "I need someone to reset my computer," she said angrily. I know how to use it, I just can't figure out how to reset the damn cable. Some idiot knocked out our power and everything stopped working." "Let me put Harry out and I'll reset everything while he is doing his thing," I said. I walked into my tiny apartment before I went into Sudie's equally small place. I decided that Harry was the laziest dog in the world, when he wasn't working. He managed to drag his ass off the bed and check me out for new smells. First he made sure I wasn't in heat, then he checked out the smells on my clean uniform. I led him to the back door where I attached the cable to his collar and sent him out into the world or at least our back yard. While Harry wandered around the back yard searching for just the right spot to leave his feces, I went into Sudie's part of the house and began to reset clocks and her Internet connection. "That should do it," I said as I headed for the door. "Wait a minute I have something for you," she said. She said it as she handed me a plastic box with three donuts. "You should not have done this," I said. "Horse shit, my daughter brought me a half dozen and I can't eat them all. I know all cops love donuts." she said. "Yes, occupational hazard," I agreed. Those donuts were headed for the break room at work, not my ass, I decided. Harry and I went for a jog on the city park trail. That trail ran several miles around the marina. The trail would have gone on for ten miles, if it had covered the complete reservoir, but there was a highway bridge, complete with a walkway, which cut the run to just over five miles. The jog went just under an hour. I was exhausted when we returned, but Harry was just warming up. He could have gone ten more miles at least. I was glad to get home, because I hated to run. I ran because I couldn't afford a gym membership. Well I could have, but I would have had to give up something else. Even then I could never afford those little designer outfits the rich housewives wore to the gym. That being the case Harry and I run and I sweat. It was several hours later when I pulled into the parking lot for my 8PM to 4AM shift with the tactical unit. Yes I was back to the Children of the Night. I put Harry into the chain link pen behind the station, while I met with the team for the first time since the drug dealer's death. Ruger had been allowed to rejoin the team just three days after the shooting. I got held up for a weak longer, since I was damaged goods from my previous IA investigation. "Officer Thomas since your last visit we have a new member of the team. Marsha Thomas, meet Officer Evans. Evans has joined us to make the team complete." Sergeant Owens informed me. "So Evans what did you do?" I asked. "I dated the wrong man," the petite blond replied. The joke around the station was that you had to do something really bad to end up on the Tactical Unit. "Didn't we all but they usually don't get you toss into this hellhole," Ruger said. "Date the wrong person I mean, not always a man" He added it very quickly since most all cops are homophobic. "I was the chick on the side for Captain Simpson," she informed him. "Might as well get it out in the open and end this bullshit tonight." Even though she had been on the squad three days, it was my arrival that prompted the tell all. The chief took Simpson down a week ago, while I was still on communications duty. Since there was a power struggle and Simpson lost, all things Simpson were banished. So the chick on the side got sent to the children of the night to be lost forever. At least that was the most likely plan. "We are all experienced officers and professionals, so let's just go do our jobs and leave the politics to the people with metal on their collars," Owens said. Tonight I want you to go through the abandoned factory sites at least three times. We have reports of increased gang activities there. I'm not sure what they are doing, but the gang squad says to take a look so let's take a look. If you spot anything, call for backup. Do not try to play hero, call it in." He paused a second then ended with, "Be safe and do it to them before they do it to you." At least the advice was good, I thought as I walked out the rear door or the station, first I collected Harry, then I hit the road. I drove the squad car around for a couple of hours then stopped to let Harry pee. It was almost midnight when I pulled into the parking lot of the closed furniture plant. I saw the custom cars parked around the warehouse's entry, and knew instantly that I had found the gang's meeting place. "This is TAC unit K9, I'm in the parking lot of the Homer Martin plant on Everhart drive. I got five custom cars parked here in violation of the no trespass signs posted everywhere. I need backup." "10-4 K9" the dispatcher replied. "All TAC units your K9 unit is requesting backup." "This is TAC 1 I am ten minutes out, and heading that way." Owens said. Within a minute I heard calls from all the TAC units. I sat outside the fence as the four other units arrived. "So let go arrest the trespassers," Owens said. "Thomas you and Harry go in first we will be right behind you. Evans you stay back and keep an eye on the door. We don't want any surprises." "Roger that," the little blond said. In spite of all the drama it was a simple bust of six dudes with gang tats. They were holding a little weed and a couple of guns they should not have had, but it was all in all no big deal for any of us. The fact that they weren't holding any real weight is probably why we didn't have to fight them. If it came to violence, I planned to tazer, or shoot to kill. I did not plan to throw fists at any of the gangsters. "Officer that is one bad ass dog you got there," one of the gang bangers said. "You don't know the half of it," I said. "You should mount him. He would be a lot more protective, if you was his bitch, I know about that kind of stuff," he said. I just smiled and said, "So do I homey." ------- Chapter 5: So That's How it Feels Six months after the drug raid that got me back on desk duty, and five months after the gang banger bust that got me and Harry noticed again for a the right reasons, I was still working on the tactical unit. That particular Friday at three PM, I was just out of the shower. I was also standing naked in the tiny bathroom with my hair soaked. I tried to get a look at my body full length, but it was a waste of time. The best I could do in the tiny bathroom was to see from my small breasts to the top of my wet stringy hair. It was definitely not a flattering look for me. I had peasant hips, fit only for dropping babies in the field. I had mismatched boobs as well. My boobs would be better suited for a model, than a real woman, especially one, with hips two inches larger than her chest. I hated my body, but I knew that the body was only a small part of who I was. Still, it would be nice to have guys go wow, when they saw me for the first time. What happened at that moment was that when I met a guy for the first time, he was pleasant enough until he found out I didn't put out of the first date. At that point he almost always drifted off to someone either more attractive or more slutty. I suppose that they felt if they were going to be forced to invest time in a woman, they wanted one more attractive. I didn't really have one of those magnetic personalities, so I was just plain, out of luck in the male companion hunt. I made a reasonable amount of money, and I lived very frugally. So of course, I was saving my money for a boob job. I'm sure that if people knew that tidbit, they would think that I was foolish and vain for wanting to do it. Still it was my money and I was the one risking my ass for it, so fuck em. I also never told anyone about the secret savings. I needed $5,000 or maybe a little more figuring for inflation. The estimate was already six months old and probably would be another year before I actually had the money. I was pretty sure the city insurance plan would never pay for it. I considered it necessary for my mental health, but I doubted the insurance company would see it that way. The nights at work were so boring that nothing, since the warehouse bust, stuck in my mind. I mean sure we were apprehending people for the detectives, or escorting inter-agency arrest units now and then, but nothing really exciting ever happened. When we cornered the guys with the warrants they simply gave up. It would have been a lot more fun to chase them like they always seemed to do on TV. On that Friday in June I checked my bank savings accounts on line before I headed for the station. I had a couple of saving accounts. One was for household emergencies and the other for my boob job. So far I had 3K of the 5K I needed. Since it was payday I could expect to add 200 to the boob account and that was always a good thing. With that in mind I drove to the station in a good mood, even if it was a Friday night with me working 8P till 4A. "Sometime tonight we are going to be serving a federal warrant for the justice department. There is a guy here in the downtown hotel they have paper on, so around midnight, when we are sure that the mooch is in his room, we will go in." Sergeant Owens said it at roll call. "Try to do it after midnight, at least it will be something to wake us up," Ruger said. Immediately after roll call I recovered Harry from the holding pen behind the station where he relaxed while I suffered through roll call. We rode around for several hours without doing anything significant. It was just a typical night as a small town copper. I did get to stop a well known local attorney. She was actually the one whose card I had in my kitchen cabinet's drawer. I stopped her for running a stop sign. Once I saw her driver's license, I knew I had an ethical problem. It was quite possible that she would be asked to defend me someday, so the way she saw me was important. "I am sorry Ms. Brown, but I am going to have to write you a ticket for the stop sign violation," I said. "I know who you are Officer Thomas; I was told that you might be calling me to defend you one day. It seems you spend a lot of time in trouble." she said. "Yes Ma'am I do; and I have your card at my house. I can't let that make a difference in how I enforce the law." I said. "Good for you," she said. "You won't be too upset, if the ticket gets lost in the system will you?" she asked. "Not at all," I replied. Meeting the famous Jennifer Brown and writing her the ticket at 11PM on a Friday night was the most exciting thing that had happened to me in weeks. That is until the call came to meet the rest of my team at the downtown motel's parking garage. "Everybody wears a vest for this one," the sergeant said. "I am told this guy might want to shoot it out. He did the last time they had him cornered." I put Harry's vest on him, even before I squirmed into my own vest. The plan was for my team to go up the stairs while the Justice Department lawyer and two FBI agents went up in the elevator. Once we had cleared the stairs and hallway, we would hit the door. It was a damn good plan; of course it went wrong from the start. Somehow the subject of the operation got wind of it. Either that or he decided that it was time to take off. He left his room at the same time we entered the stairwell. We were three stories below him and headed up, when he entered the stairwell and headed down. We turned a corner and there we all were face to face. Harry and I were in the lead going up the stairs, so we got shot at first. Actually I got shot and released Harry who went for the man with the gun. He had the man on the ground in a second. The gun he used to shoot me went over the side and down the stairwell past my team. It turned out that the man on the stairs had other weapons, but Harry wasn't letting him get to them. After the team had the bad guy cuffed. I managed to call Harry off him. My chest hurt like a bitch, but the vest had stopped the heavy slug. The vest stopped the slug, but not the emotion of getting shot for the very first time. I was scared shitless and I fully admitted it. If I didn't have a broken rib, I was going have a deep bruise not to mention I hit my head on the stairs when I fell. Without a doubt I also would have some scrapes from sliding down the stairs in free fall for a few feet. "You okay?" Ruger asked. "I will be, if you shoot that son of a bitch," I said with a weak smile. "Well I can't shoot him, but he is going to need a bunch of stitches from Harry's teeth wounds, if that is any consolation," Ruger said. "I would rather see the prick dead, but it will have to do," I admitted. "Do you need an ambulance?" Owens asked. "No, I think I'm okay. I might have a busted rib though. I have some significant pain, but I don't think it's too bad." "Lay still, if you have a broken rib it might puncture a lung. Ruger and the dog get along. He can drop him at the station. If you come home, you can get him. If they keep you, we can get someone to take care of him." "Okay, but you know you better take care of him. If he doesn't get food and water, I will be pissed and you don't like me pissed," I said as a warning. "Don't worry, Marsha, I'll take him to the station and make sure he is taken care of the way you would want," Ruger said. "And if you are gone too long, I will take care of the rest," Sandra Evan said smiling. It was an evil smile, even though she and I had managed to get along the last few months, there was still that rumor floating around and I knew it. The paramedics made me lay flat even though I could sit up. It was painful but I could do it, I had been sitting up, when they arrived. They put me on the gurney, then bumped me down the stairs and into the rear of the Ford ambulance. Once at the regional hospital I got a cat scan, and then shuffled back to the ER. Finally a doctor, you guessed it, the same one I had threatened to shoot came in. "Ah we meet again, only this time you don't have a weapon," she said smiling. "You can't be sure of that," I said smiling back at her. She nodded then said, "Well it is cracked but not separated. If you take it easy a couple of weeks you will be fine. Take the pain killers and sleep. Three days off work completely then desk duty for you young lady." "You have a way of getting me assigned to a desk Doctor," I said. "That's right you got a month on the desk after you threatened me in front of witnesses. I could have told you to do that kind of thing, when we are alone," she said. "So you didn't make the complaint?" I asked. "Why would I? I was looking for an excuse to treat your BFF," she said. "Then I apologize for all the things I called you in private," I said. "Not to worry, now take the pills I'm sending home with you. And seriously stay home for the next three days, then light duty for two more weeks," she said. "Right, I will do that." I promised. I knew that I was lying. I might take a day or so off but when I went back, it was back to the TAC unit. A little pain might be a good thing. I recovered Harry before I went home. Let the bosses figure out what to do with Harry for the two days I was going to be off work. They could send someone for him if that was their choice. The shot had worn off by the time I got home, so I took a pill. Bending to hook Harry to the cable was painful, but by going slowly I managed. I didn't even take a shower I just undressed and put on the heavy robe while Harry was out doing his thing. When I finished the slow painful chore, Harry was waiting on the deck outside my rear door. The pill kicked in so I was a bit confused as I made my way to the bed. I was in the twilight zone when I touched my clit. It felt really good as I drifted in and out of reality, so I continued to manipulate it as I got more and more lost in the feeling. I was pretty deep into the climb to orgasm when Harry pushed me with his nose. I looked and saw that the smell from my sexually aroused body had excited Harry as well. His penis had exposed itself. It wasn't a huge penis but it was thick and angry looking. It was also hypnotizing. That feeling was probably helped by the drugs rushing through my brain. I was very turned on before I saw Harry's tool, but seeing that just pushed me up to another level. "Are you turned on baby? I'm sorry honey, I didn't realize that I did that to you," I whispered to Harry who only whimpered as an answer. I couldn't help myself I put my left hand on his penis, while my right hand massaged my clit. I came first in a wild gut wrenching and painful orgasm. The pain almost made me pass out. I stopped stroking Harry for a few seconds but his whining and nudging me with his nose was so pitiful that I went back to stroking him. He moved his body trying to help me and the head of his penis became enlarged in a kind of bulb configuration. I continued to stroke him until he shot hug wads of semen onto the sheet. He also pressed his body against mine even though we were separated by a sheet. I didn't even think about the fact that some of the sexual rumors about us had just been made true. I was so worn out, drugged, and satiated that I just wanted to sleep, and I did. ------- To Be Continued... ------- Posted: 2012-03-09 Last Modified: 2012-04-13 / 04:02:43 pm ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------