dianepm
Professional Insomniac
The following story is completely untrue. I don't own U2 (If I did I'd be doing more interesting things than writing this....
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I have never written anything before in my life so please tell me if I'm doing something wrong. OH, and suggestions for a title would be greatly appreciated.
I knew it was going to be one of those days when I woke up and saw that my alarm clock was un-plugged. I looked at my watch. Holy crap!! It’s 7:30 and I have to be across town at 8 am. 5 years on the NYPD and I haven’t been late once. Well, until today. Good thing my boss likes me. I jump out of bed and grab some clothes. Black boots, black jeans and a black top. I strap on my gun and badge like other women put on jewellery. 7:50 I leave the house. “Not too bad” I think to myself.
I pull out of my driveway like the devil himself is after me. I put in my Pop CD and crank up Mofo. I run into traffic and after a 30 second debate with myself I put my light on my car and hit the siren. Technically you’re not supposed to do that, but this is a special circumstance. I haven’t had my coffee yet so I’m just a tad cranky. I pull up to the station house 25 minutes later and go get some coffee from the Starbucks on the corner.
“Hi. I want one very large regular coffee with 3 milk and 2 sugars.”
I walk into the building and notice that my partner is sitting at her desk and there is no one in the conference room.
“Hi Mags” she says.
“Hey Kat, you did it again didn’t you.” I say to her.
“Did what?” she asks not so innocently.
“You told me to be here an hour before I actually had to be here”
“Would that be a bad thing?”
“I guess not” I say.
I sit at my desk and think about the first time we were partnered together. We were staked out at this run down warehouse and we weren’t really talking as we didn’t know each other very well. I hear her starting to hum “With or Without You” under her breath. I start humming too and she asks if I’m a U2 fan.
“Since I was about 15 years old” I told her.
“Me too.” She says.
We are both around the same age, I am 30 and she is 28. I was on the force in Toronto for a few years before I came to New York. We had this running joke that if we went into a dangerous situation we would say to each other “ If I don’t come back, give my badge to Bono/Edge” I would say Bono and she would say Edge, as he was her favourite.
“Detectives Waters and Byers” I heard our Lieutenant yell out his door. “Conference room 3. Now!”
I shoot Kat a look that says “What did we do now?”
I grab my coffee and quickly walk through the door. I walk in and see two men sitting at the table. One has the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen. The other has intense green ones.
“This is David Evans and Paul Hewsen” I see them both wince at the sound of their names.
“I think they’d prefer Bono and Edge actually Lieu.” I say.
“I knew this was going to be an interesting day” I think to myself.
)I have never written anything before in my life so please tell me if I'm doing something wrong. OH, and suggestions for a title would be greatly appreciated.
I knew it was going to be one of those days when I woke up and saw that my alarm clock was un-plugged. I looked at my watch. Holy crap!! It’s 7:30 and I have to be across town at 8 am. 5 years on the NYPD and I haven’t been late once. Well, until today. Good thing my boss likes me. I jump out of bed and grab some clothes. Black boots, black jeans and a black top. I strap on my gun and badge like other women put on jewellery. 7:50 I leave the house. “Not too bad” I think to myself.
I pull out of my driveway like the devil himself is after me. I put in my Pop CD and crank up Mofo. I run into traffic and after a 30 second debate with myself I put my light on my car and hit the siren. Technically you’re not supposed to do that, but this is a special circumstance. I haven’t had my coffee yet so I’m just a tad cranky. I pull up to the station house 25 minutes later and go get some coffee from the Starbucks on the corner.
“Hi. I want one very large regular coffee with 3 milk and 2 sugars.”
I walk into the building and notice that my partner is sitting at her desk and there is no one in the conference room.
“Hi Mags” she says.
“Hey Kat, you did it again didn’t you.” I say to her.
“Did what?” she asks not so innocently.
“You told me to be here an hour before I actually had to be here”
“Would that be a bad thing?”
“I guess not” I say.
I sit at my desk and think about the first time we were partnered together. We were staked out at this run down warehouse and we weren’t really talking as we didn’t know each other very well. I hear her starting to hum “With or Without You” under her breath. I start humming too and she asks if I’m a U2 fan.
“Since I was about 15 years old” I told her.
“Me too.” She says.
We are both around the same age, I am 30 and she is 28. I was on the force in Toronto for a few years before I came to New York. We had this running joke that if we went into a dangerous situation we would say to each other “ If I don’t come back, give my badge to Bono/Edge” I would say Bono and she would say Edge, as he was her favourite.
“Detectives Waters and Byers” I heard our Lieutenant yell out his door. “Conference room 3. Now!”
I shoot Kat a look that says “What did we do now?”
I grab my coffee and quickly walk through the door. I walk in and see two men sitting at the table. One has the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen. The other has intense green ones.
“This is David Evans and Paul Hewsen” I see them both wince at the sound of their names.
“I think they’d prefer Bono and Edge actually Lieu.” I say.
“I knew this was going to be an interesting day” I think to myself.
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I don't see anything wrong with it. I like your style. 
More soon? 
Woot!
