Jill Dorsey, a fresh-off of the academy police officer, 35, 5'9, short blonde hair
Aaron Dempsey, another fresh graduate, 24, 6'1
Part 1
Introduction
Jill and Aaron had been partnered together even since they both graduated from the police academy in Chicago. That was actually not Jill's first job. She'd been a lawyer before having a change of mind/midlife crisis and deciding that she wanted to do something drastically different with her life.
She was designated as the lead partner even though both of them were considered rookies, mainly because of the fact she was more mature, calm and experienced than Aaron.
So far, all was well. They were on regular patrol duties for the past two months, so they had had some time to gain a little bit of live experience.
On this particular day, it was hot as hell. The middle of July, 1 PM, on a Friday. Everyone just wanted to finish work as soon as possible. They were having a quick break when the dispatcher called for a patrol to intervene in a domestic dispute just two blocks from where they were.
Jill's POV:
"Alright, time to go."
I quickly threw out my drink, Aaron doing the same, as he revved up the car and we were on.
After about 5 min we were at the scene. The house looked eloquent. It had two main entrances, as far as we could see.
"Dispatch, we're at the scene. Aaron, check the front door, I'll take the back exit."
As Aaron slowly moved to the front entrance I quickly circled back and saw the back gate. No noise, nothing out of the ordinary so far. I entered the back yard and called out: "Chicago PD, is everything okay in there?"
Nobody answered, as I slowly and quietly pried open the back door and entered what looked like the basement area.
I saw the stairs to the upper level and quietly went up, looking for anything out of the ordinary. As I was opening the door leading to the upper floor and to the main house area a hand quickly reached down, knocking my pistol to the floor. Not panicking, I tried to quickly reestablish my position, but, as it turned out, the assailants were two.
A man in ski mask quickly clamped his hand over my mouth.
"HELPMMHHHHH" "AARONMHPHGG"
I tried to fight them off, biting on the hand and trying to stomp them with my feet but pretty soon my own handcuffs were used to restraint my wrists behind my back as something (probably a rag) was stuffed in my mouth.
"One down, one to go.", muttered the woman assailant (also wearing a ski mask).
Something was going on here. We were called on a domestic dispute, but two professionals had immobilized me in under two minutes. Apparently, there was something at play here, a bigger picture, so to speak.
"HEMPPHJBMEJPMMM"
"Stop struggling or I'll make it worse "
My only hope now was resting on Aaron.
To be continued.
As always, comments and suggestions are appreciated.
