he supervised on his squad and had enjoyed in his bed. He had suspected that the young rookie was gay and succumbed to temptation by inviting him home after a hot midnight shift to find out what Baxter looked like under the uniform that hung so well on his body.
What he found made his head spin with lust and desire, which the young man returned without hesitation. The dilemma for Sergeant King was that he was responsible for certifying Baxter for solo duty in his own police unit and now he was having a personal relationship with him. For the moment, he wasn’t sure how to handle the situation as he had no experience with it. Should he transfer Sean to another sergeant? If he did, how would he explain the reason for the move? Normally, the only time that was done was when there was a discipline problem of some sort and the sergeant felt that it was caused by a personality clash rather than a troublesome rookie. While discipline might come to play a role between them, it wouldn’t be this kind of discipline, nor would it be a problem.
It was another hot August night in Prince George’s County, Maryland when King and Baxter got into their patrol car for the beginning of the last midnight shift of the weekly rotation. As they settled into their cruiser, Brian’s hand lightly brushed against Sean’s leg as he made sure the shotgun was properly latched into its stand in front of the dashboard of the cruiser.
Both men felt an electrical shock race through their bodies at the innocent contact. When Brian looked over at Sean’s face, he found him looking back.
“You ready to hit the streets?” Brian asked.
“As always. Let’s do it,” Sean replied with a smile that could melt ice.
“Okay, put us 10-8, then,” Brian ordered.
In response, Sean picked up the mic and spoke into it, “Car 221, 10-8 with King and Baxter on board.”
“10-4, car 221, 22:02 hours,” replied dispatch.
It was a routine night with the usual problems that police expected when the temperature and humidity were high. Lots of domestic violence calls, with a couple of drunks thrown in for good measure, had been the agenda of the night. It wasn’t until a call came out just before two a.m. that both men’s blood pressure rose.
“Car 221 and any other available unit, report of a 10-82 in progress at the KFC located at 2957 Queens Chapel Road. Caller stated that as he drove by the business, he saw two men with guns apparently holding up the store. Car 221 handle priority.”
Sean grabbed the mic and acknowledged the call while asking for a description of the suspects.
“Car 221, be advised description just came in as follows: two men in their late twenties, early thirties, dark clothing with hats. No further.”
“10-4, we’re about a minute away,” Sean replied.
“Be very careful. If they’re still on scene, keep yourself behind cover and do exactly what I tell you to do. Don’t get you or me killed on this call,” Brian said.
When they drew within two blocks of the KFC, Brian cut the siren and lights in order to make a more stealthy approach to the scene. A backup car that was not far behind did the same thing.
As they pulled into the edge of the parking lot in front of the KFC, they could see two men just beginning to exit the store and head for a Buick parked directly in front of the door. When the suspects saw the cruiser, they each fired a shot at Brian and Sean, striking the cruiser’s window. They jumped into their car as Sean picked up the mic and reported in.
“Shots fired; two suspects getting into a late model Buick.”
“10-4, Car 221; all units: report of shots fired on scene at the KFC on Queens Chapel Road,” dispatch relayed.
This announcement put every patrol unit in a two-mile radius in a response status to the scene of the robbery. This type of situation was handled by officers in the field as if it were an “officer in trouble” call.
Both Brian and Sean jumped out of their
What he found made his head spin with lust and desire, which the young man returned without hesitation. The dilemma for Sergeant King was that he was responsible for certifying Baxter for solo duty in his own police unit and now he was having a personal relationship with him. For the moment, he wasn’t sure how to handle the situation as he had no experience with it. Should he transfer Sean to another sergeant? If he did, how would he explain the reason for the move? Normally, the only time that was done was when there was a discipline problem of some sort and the sergeant felt that it was caused by a personality clash rather than a troublesome rookie. While discipline might come to play a role between them, it wouldn’t be this kind of discipline, nor would it be a problem.
It was another hot August night in Prince George’s County, Maryland when King and Baxter got into their patrol car for the beginning of the last midnight shift of the weekly rotation. As they settled into their cruiser, Brian’s hand lightly brushed against Sean’s leg as he made sure the shotgun was properly latched into its stand in front of the dashboard of the cruiser.
Both men felt an electrical shock race through their bodies at the innocent contact. When Brian looked over at Sean’s face, he found him looking back.
“You ready to hit the streets?” Brian asked.
“As always. Let’s do it,” Sean replied with a smile that could melt ice.
“Okay, put us 10-8, then,” Brian ordered.
In response, Sean picked up the mic and spoke into it, “Car 221, 10-8 with King and Baxter on board.”
“10-4, car 221, 22:02 hours,” replied dispatch.
It was a routine night with the usual problems that police expected when the temperature and humidity were high. Lots of domestic violence calls, with a couple of drunks thrown in for good measure, had been the agenda of the night. It wasn’t until a call came out just before two a.m. that both men’s blood pressure rose.
“Car 221 and any other available unit, report of a 10-82 in progress at the KFC located at 2957 Queens Chapel Road. Caller stated that as he drove by the business, he saw two men with guns apparently holding up the store. Car 221 handle priority.”
Sean grabbed the mic and acknowledged the call while asking for a description of the suspects.
“Car 221, be advised description just came in as follows: two men in their late twenties, early thirties, dark clothing with hats. No further.”
“10-4, we’re about a minute away,” Sean replied.
“Be very careful. If they’re still on scene, keep yourself behind cover and do exactly what I tell you to do. Don’t get you or me killed on this call,” Brian said.
When they drew within two blocks of the KFC, Brian cut the siren and lights in order to make a more stealthy approach to the scene. A backup car that was not far behind did the same thing.
As they pulled into the edge of the parking lot in front of the KFC, they could see two men just beginning to exit the store and head for a Buick parked directly in front of the door. When the suspects saw the cruiser, they each fired a shot at Brian and Sean, striking the cruiser’s window. They jumped into their car as Sean picked up the mic and reported in.
“Shots fired; two suspects getting into a late model Buick.”
“10-4, Car 221; all units: report of shots fired on scene at the KFC on Queens Chapel Road,” dispatch relayed.
This announcement put every patrol unit in a two-mile radius in a response status to the scene of the robbery. This type of situation was handled by officers in the field as if it were an “officer in trouble” call.
Both Brian and Sean jumped out of their
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