Greg and Jill (Police officers on Patrol)

The cruiser hummed steadily down the empty stretch of road, Greg’s hands gripping the wheel a little too tightly. His jaw was set, like he was trying to prove something with the way he drove.

Officer Jill Turner sat in the passenger seat, her posture sharp and composed even after hours of patrol. Thirty-two, blonde hair pulled into a strict bun that left not a strand out of place, her crisp uniform hugged a body that was unmistakably feminine, broad hips, long legs and a chest that strained against the fabric every time she shifted. Her no-nonsense demeanor only sharpened her curves into something untouchable, like a challenge most men knew better than to take.

“You know how many complaints I’ve had to field about you this month?” she asked, her tone ice cold. Her arms were folded under her chest, the fabric pulling taut over the heavy swell of her DDs. She didn’t even glance at him, just kept her eyes on the road ahead.

The rookie, Greg winced, shifting his grip on the wheel. “C’mon, Sarge, half of those are bullshit. People exaggerating-”

“No,” she cut him off flatly. “You think pulling a woman over just to compliment her tits isn’t going to make it into my inbox? You think telling a drunk driver you’ll ‘let him slide if he dances for you’ doesn’t get noticed? You’re not clever, you’re reckless. And you’re making me look bad.”

His knuckles whitened on the steering wheel. “I didn’t mean-”

“Intent doesn’t matter. Optics do. You’re only in this position because of what happened with officer Valentine and that delinquent Tommy or else she’d be patrolling this route, I still can’t believe it.” She adjusted in her seat, her badge gleaming as the cruiser passed under a streetlight. “You’re on thin ice. One more fuck-up and you’re not going to be a cop, you’ll be parking cars at the mall.”

The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the low crackle of the radio.

Then the mounted phone on the dash lit up.

Both of them turned their heads at once. The display read DISPATCH – DIRECT.

Jill frowned. “That’s unusual.”

Greg reached toward it, but she held up a hand. “I’ll take it.” She pressed the accept call button and put the phone on speaker.

“This is Officer Turner. What’s the call?”

A voice came through the other end, flat, monotone and oddly mechanical.

“Officer Turner. Confirming it is you I am speaking to.”

Her brow furrowed. “Yes. This is Turner. Who am I speaking with?”

Greg gave her a questioning look.

“You are being connected to someone important,” the voice said, without inflection. “Stay on the line.”

Jill glanced at her partner. “Important? What the hell does that mean?”

Greg shrugged, frowning. “Maybe the Captain?”

Before Jill could answer, a man’s voice cut in through the cruiser’s speakers, smooth, amused and dripping with arrogance.

“Well now, that was fast. I just ordered your dispatcher to connect me with the hottest cop on the ****. The fact she patched me through in under thirty seconds? That means her taste can be trusted. Still, I want to hear it from your mouth, Officer Turner, are you hot?”

Jill’s eyes widened. “Excuse me?!” she snapped, her voice sharp with outrage. “Whoever this is…you’re making a serious mistake prank-calling law enforcement. Do you realize this line-”

Greg cut his eyes toward her, his grip on the wheel tightening. Something about this didn’t sit right. If this was some idiot screwing around, why did it come straight through dispatch? He bit back his suspicion, deciding to stay quiet, to just watch.

The man’s chuckle rolled low and mocking throughout the car.

“God, listen to you. All bark, no brains. Do me a favor, Officer Turner, shut your stupid mouth and go completely blank.”

The words hung in the air like a command more than a request.

And Jill…Jill who had been mid-tirade, cheeks flushed with fury– just… stopped.

Her lips froze halfway into a scowl, then pressed together. Her whole posture slackened, her shoulders rolling down as her jaw unclenched. Her bright blue eyes dulled, glassing over, the sharp fire of authority snuffed out in an instant.

Greg’s heart lurched. “…holy shit.” he said out aloud.

She sat there in the passenger seat, perfectly still. Expressionless. Her gaze forward and empty, like a mannequin propped in uniform.

The man on the line chuckled again, savoring the silence.

“There we go. That’s better. So much prettier when you’re quiet. Isn’t that right, dude? I know you’re there, I heard ya. What do you think of officer hot piece of meat there? Tell me the truth.”

Greg shot a glance at Jill. She was sitting upright, face smoothed out like someone had scrubbed away her thoughts. The same woman who had been barking at him five minutes ago about professionalism and discipline was just… blank.

He swallowed, then let the bitterness spill. “Honestly? She’s a fucking nightmare. Always riding my ass, acting like she’s God’s gift to the earth. Thinks she’s smarter, tougher, better than everyone else. Can’t stand her.” He paused, a smirk tugging at his lips. “But yeah… she’s hot. Can’t lie about that. Tight body, stacked tits, nice ass. Shame she’s such a cold bitch, though if she had even half a decent attitude, she’d be perfect.”

The man on the phone laughed, low and smug. “Knew it. That’s what I like, brutal honesty. Two glowing reviews back-to-back. Dispatch didn’t disappoint me.” He whistled, like he was inspecting a prize at an auction. “So it’s official, I got a good one. And you? You sound like my kind of guy, brother. Frustrated, overlooked, pissed off at the system. I can work with that.”

Greg leaned back in his seat, eyes still flicking over to Jill’s frozen, obedient face. His pulse picked up. “What do you mean, ‘work with that’?”

The caller chuckled again. “I mean… I’m gonna give you some justice. Even the score. Teach that bossy bitch a lesson she’ll never forget. But the fun part? You’re gonna be the one holding the leash.”

“Justice?” Greg echoed, narrowing his eyes. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be in on some joke, but the way the caller’s voice rolled with easy confidence made it hard to dismiss. Clearly, this guy had something.

The man on the other end chuckled. “Relax, kid. You’ll see. Hey, Jill, you can hear me, right?”

Greg turned to look at her. Jill’s jaw was locked tight, her lips sealed in that blank silence the stranger had **** on her. Then, slowly, her lips parted.

“Yes,” she answered flatly, monotone.