Zahra thanked the barista and grabbed her drink, laughing at how they had spelled her name "Zarrah." She took a sip and let the sun reflect off her aviator sunglasses. The heat caressed her. She smiled, convinced that she could feel the presence of her father.
"We have a 10-11 on Main Street." A message came through on the dispatch.
Zahra rushed to the driver side of her police car and hopped in. Pressing the radio button, she spoke into the microphone. "Badge 601 in route."
The engine revved when she turned the key. She flipped the switches for the lights and sirens then rushed out of her parking spot. A 10-11. That's an animal case. Zahra felt her adrenaline increase and she slammed her foot on the gas. The car weaved between the cars and buildings of New York City until she spotted a commotion on the side of the road. She pulled the car over.
There was a crowd surrounding two males. They appeared to be encouraging a fight and the two males had their hands in a defensive position. One took a swing and the other took the hit. Was this the right place? Zahra wasn't sure, but either way this needed to stop. She pushed open her door, hand on her holster. "Hey!" A few people looked over with eyes as big as saucers. Like a deer caught in the headlights, they froze then took off in different directions. Zahra narrowed her eyes. Everyone had disappeared except for one of the two males. The one that had taken the hit stood, breathing hard. Blood dripped down his lip from his nose and he wiped it off, breathing heavily. The broken, the beaten, and the damned... Her father's words echoed in her mind. She sighed and took her hand off her holster. Zahra walked towards the male, preparing to scold him, but something caught her eye. A puppy was curled up, shivering and forgotten by all except the male. He turned and crouched by the puppy.
Zahra approached carefully and knelt next to the two on the ground. She reached her hand for the puppy and it shied away. A soft hush escaped her and she reached out her hand again. It hesitated but accepted her hand. She smiled and scratched behind its floppy ears.
"You're good with animals." The depth of the voice shocked her and Zahra looked to the male.
"I like to think so." Her smile remained until she saw the blood again. "Oh, right! Are you okay?" She reached her hand up and rubbed the rest of the blood off of his upper lip. His tongue poked out and licked it up, brushing her fingers. Zahra frowned, pulling her hand back.
The male gave her a grin. "I usually don't like girls touching my lips until they at least know my name." His confidence gave her a little shiver and she stood.
Zahra stuck her hand out for a hand shake. "Well, I'll have to file a report, so I would appreciate knowing your name. Mine is NYPD Police Officer Zahra Brooks."
He put his hand in her and gave it a curt shake. "Tavian Ruddick." His eyes went to an expensive watch on his hand. That was when she noticed his suit. It was slightly disheveled, but it was a high-end brand. He cursed under his breath and sent her a regretful smirk. "I really must be off. Nice meeting you." Before she could say a word, he ran off.
She stood briefly stunned. The quiet cry next to her brought her eyes back to the ground. The brown puppy with floppy ears looked up at her. Her heart shook. In the puppy's eyes Zahra could see the immense scars embedded on its life. She debated with herself unsteadily about what to do for a while before coming to a conclusion. “Victory has been claimed in your favor today. It looks like I’m your savior.”
"We have a 10-11 on Main Street." A message came through on the dispatch.
Zahra rushed to the driver side of her police car and hopped in. Pressing the radio button, she spoke into the microphone. "Badge 601 in route."
The engine revved when she turned the key. She flipped the switches for the lights and sirens then rushed out of her parking spot. A 10-11. That's an animal case. Zahra felt her adrenaline increase and she slammed her foot on the gas. The car weaved between the cars and buildings of New York City until she spotted a commotion on the side of the road. She pulled the car over.
There was a crowd surrounding two males. They appeared to be encouraging a fight and the two males had their hands in a defensive position. One took a swing and the other took the hit. Was this the right place? Zahra wasn't sure, but either way this needed to stop. She pushed open her door, hand on her holster. "Hey!" A few people looked over with eyes as big as saucers. Like a deer caught in the headlights, they froze then took off in different directions. Zahra narrowed her eyes. Everyone had disappeared except for one of the two males. The one that had taken the hit stood, breathing hard. Blood dripped down his lip from his nose and he wiped it off, breathing heavily. The broken, the beaten, and the damned... Her father's words echoed in her mind. She sighed and took her hand off her holster. Zahra walked towards the male, preparing to scold him, but something caught her eye. A puppy was curled up, shivering and forgotten by all except the male. He turned and crouched by the puppy.
Zahra approached carefully and knelt next to the two on the ground. She reached her hand for the puppy and it shied away. A soft hush escaped her and she reached out her hand again. It hesitated but accepted her hand. She smiled and scratched behind its floppy ears.
"You're good with animals." The depth of the voice shocked her and Zahra looked to the male.
"I like to think so." Her smile remained until she saw the blood again. "Oh, right! Are you okay?" She reached her hand up and rubbed the rest of the blood off of his upper lip. His tongue poked out and licked it up, brushing her fingers. Zahra frowned, pulling her hand back.
The male gave her a grin. "I usually don't like girls touching my lips until they at least know my name." His confidence gave her a little shiver and she stood.
Zahra stuck her hand out for a hand shake. "Well, I'll have to file a report, so I would appreciate knowing your name. Mine is NYPD Police Officer Zahra Brooks."
He put his hand in her and gave it a curt shake. "Tavian Ruddick." His eyes went to an expensive watch on his hand. That was when she noticed his suit. It was slightly disheveled, but it was a high-end brand. He cursed under his breath and sent her a regretful smirk. "I really must be off. Nice meeting you." Before she could say a word, he ran off.
She stood briefly stunned. The quiet cry next to her brought her eyes back to the ground. The brown puppy with floppy ears looked up at her. Her heart shook. In the puppy's eyes Zahra could see the immense scars embedded on its life. She debated with herself unsteadily about what to do for a while before coming to a conclusion. “Victory has been claimed in your favor today. It looks like I’m your savior.”
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