A police station

You hadn't been a policeman for too long, but long enough where you were considered a capable officer rather than a rookie. It was while on the job that you first met Katherine. Her house had been robbed and you had been the first officer on the scene due to how close you had been patrolling at the time. You got the thief before he got far. You went to return what was taken and found yourself meeting this absolute knockout of a woman. You found yourself stopping by to make sure she was okay more often than necessary. When you finally got up the nerve to ask her out, she had cheerfully asked, "What took you so long?" That began their blissful courtship, long-term relationship, and eventually marriage.

"Well, well, well, Officer Shaw. Welcome back to the beat, brother."

You turn and smile at Officer Graham, an older veteran. "Thanks, but I feel like the honeymoon was all-too short."

"Oh it'll feel that for awhile," he said sagely. "I remember when Francine and I first got hitched. "We were on cloud-nine for months. You'll get back in the swing of things soon enough," Graham assured. "I take it you kids loved the honeymoon?"

"Oh I want to hear this." Up came Officer Vega. A woman of Puerto Rican heritage who had recently joined the ****, but quickly won friends with her friendly personality at the precinct, but professionalism when in the field. She was a bit on the small size, but her uniform showcased a pair of perky B-cup breasts and her pert apple-bottom that left little argument of her femininity. She was very affectionate with her friends, of which you felt lucky to be among as she came up and gave you a hug. "Good to see you, Shaw."

"Likewise, Vega. You trimmed your hair," you noted, having remembered as being longer before you left but now it barely reached the back of her neck.

"Told the kid people are going to think she's a lesbian," Graham teased.

"What if I was?" She challenged.

"You're not, or you're at least bi. Do I have to bring up the incident with that male stripper?" Graham retorted.

"Touché, touché," she conceded, raising her hands up in front of her in defeat.

I smiled at the camaraderie. This was a small town and you were glad it didn't seem to suffer from a lot of the corruption that plagued bigger precincts. This crew was a family.

"So where did you guys go?" Vega asked.

"Stories can wait until lunch, Officer Vega," came the matronly voice of Chief Benson, a black woman in her 40's. She was tall and thick, near equal-parts muscle and soft skin. In her youth she had been a bulldozer of an officer, having one of the best records on the ****. With a desk job came a decline in hard muscle and a bit of a softer touch. You used to have a bit of a crush on her, but never let it wander into unprofessionalism. Besides if you did you had no doubts that Chief Benson could still kick your ass six ways to Sunday. She turned your way and gave a small smile. "Welcome back, Officer Shaw. It's been a slow week so you don't have work backed up."

"Thanks, Chief. Good to be back."

"Uh huh. You just got back from your honeymoon and you're happy to be back? Bullshit. Get to work, Shaw." Benson's tone was dry, but there was definitely a hint of fond mirth in her tone as she went back to her office.

You shook your head and chuckled as you sat at your desk. "Has Unger been in yet?" You ask, referring to your partner.

"Should be in soon," Graham said assuredly. "You can have a look at some of the the caseload in the meantime."