Rewind and Elana loosens up

"Nine Bravo Six, be advised, Code Two, to Dempsey Park at Wellington, for a six-four-seven-Alpha."

Officer Elana Reynolds sat in the passenger seat and rolled her eyes. Why couldn't the college kids just rent a motel room instead of making their raging hormones other people's problem? She watched as her partner, Officer Tony Sharpe, sluggishly reached for the radio. His body moved as if the simple motion was a far more laborious task than it should have been.

"This is unit Nine Bravo Six. Show us responding," he muttered.

He sighed and clipped the radio back to the dash. Elana looked at him with utmost sympathy. She couldn't imagine having to work the long hours they did and then go home to a four-month-old. Apparently the baby had recently hit that dreaded sleep regression phase, and Tony had been describing it as a nightly marathon of crying and failed naps. Thankfully, she didn't have to worry too much about him being on point. It wasn't like she was ever worried about her life being in the line. The most exciting part of their beat was usually just scaring off the college kids who decided to get frisky in the bushes of Dempsey Park.

"Do you want to place bets on where we'll find them?" she asked, hoping that their time-honored tradition would help him make it through the day in a way that the two empty extra-large coffee cups in the cruiser hadn’t been able to.

Sharpe sat in the driver's seat with his hands on the wheel, seemingly contemplating how he was going to keep functioning. He let out a wry chuckle, more as a way to acknowledge his partner than as an actual form of laughter. Elana hated seeing him like this. She was used to having a partner who looked like he belonged on a daytime soap opera, but today Tony looked rough. He had dark circles around his eyes, and his normally sexy stubble looked a few days overdue for maintenance.

"Why don't I handle it solo?" Elana asked, trying her best to help him through the day.

Sharpe just responded by giving her a dubious side-eyed glance.

"I'm serious," she continued. "When we get there, you can watch the cruiser. It’s just a six-four-seven. Nothing I haven't seen before."

Sharpe shook his head. "Nah," he said gruffly. "I can do this." His voice sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than her. He sat up straight and shifted the cruiser into drive. They were only a few blocks away from their target, so it would be a short drive, but Elana couldn't help but watch him with a concerned eye, afraid he might fall asleep at any given

[moment.As](http://moment.As) they approached Dempsey Park, she noticed a crowd had formed by the fountain.

"That's odd," she said, leaning forward. "Think that's our event?"

"God, I hope not," Tony groaned. He pulled the cruiser up to the curb and shifted it into park. Elana watched as he visibly deflated at the thought of getting out of the vehicle. Normally he'd be quick to jump into action, but he was obviously mentally defeated.

"Stay here, Tony," she said as warmly as possible, "I'll be fine. You have eyes on the situation. If it's anything more than an **** college kid, I'll radio you."

Tony looked over, clearly processing her suggestion, but still trying to look strong. It was clear when he made his decision, because he breathed away the rest of his strength and sank further into his seat. "OK..." he conceded, "Just be careful."

"I always am," she replied before leaving the vehicle. She didn't want to tell him that part of the reason she was leaving him behind was because she didn't want his appearance to sully their image. The crowd was chock full of smartphones trying to record whatever was happening and she didn't want any bad press if he ended up snapping. He already looked strung out and with his last partner being found nose deep in white powder, she really didn't want any more rumours to circulate. What they needed more than anything was professionalism. They needed her to look pretty and polished in her uniform and handling everything calmly and competently.

Even with this in mind, as Elana approached the crowd, she felt a twinge of anxiety about going in alone. She knew the call was a 647, and a crowd usually meant nothing more than a college kid drunk off his gourd with his bits hanging out, but there was a safety in numbers that the situation currently did not favor.

Over the hoots and hollers of the crowd, Elana heard a wet, rhythmic slapping sound and the high-pitched moan of a woman. "There goes the drunk frat boy option," she thought to herself. The sounds were unmistakably those of people actively having sex. Elana steeled her resolve; she could handle this, and if anything got out of hand, Tony was only a few yards away in the cruiser.

"Police!" she yelled as she approached the pack of people. Many of them were craning their necks to see better or had their smartphones out to record the act. Some of them turned to look at her, startled by her announcement. "Police!" she repeated. "Clear a path!"

The crowd cooperated for the most part. The split wasn't immediate, but as she moved through the mass of bodies, some would grab the attention of the people ahead of them to make it so she didn't have to shout again. She noticed a couple people (guys, mostly) checking her out as she passed, but it didn't faze her too much - she needed to remain focused on the task at hand and Elana was used to attention of that nature. She had been blessed with the kind of genetics that made her hard to miss. Even if a man managed to look past her generous chest and sculpted butt, the contrast of her dark hair and blue eyes was always sure to ensnare them. Elana knew that being attractive had its downfalls (sometimes it led to less than respectable reactions from civilians, and she was not oblivious to the whispers of her fellow officers in the precinct), but it was impossible to deny that the pros of being beautiful definitely outweighed the cons.

When she finally made it to the middle of the crowd, the sight that greeted her nearly floored her. From the sounds alone, she had been expecting to see something explicit, but she was not expecting to see a scene that was so utterly gratuitous that it looked like it belonged in a porno.

There was a couple vigorously fornicating against the concrete wall of the fountain. A woman was bent over, supporting herself against the barrier while a man was rapidly thrusting into her from behind. The man was a black male with a scrawny build and scruffy brown hair, and he was nearly drowning in the blue t-shirt he wore. His black pants were bunched around his ankles, making it clear that he hadn't moved far since they started having sex. Considering his frail physique, Elana was actually mildly impressed that he was able to keep up the vigor and pace with which he pistoned in and out of the woman. Based on his stature, she would have assumed he wouldn't have the stamina for it.

The woman, though... the woman looked like she fucked for a living. She looked like she belonged in a studio with professional lighting and multiple cameras instead of being bent over the wall of the Dempsey Park fountain. Her long blonde hair was fashioned into two pigtails that swung in perfect syncopation with the slapping sound of the man's hips against her clearly enhanced butt. A pair of ridiculously large implants protruded from her chest, refusing to move separately from the rest of her body. She wailed loudly, shouting vulgar obscenities and urging the man to go harder, faster, stronger.

Elana concluded that if this wasn't an actual porn shoot, it had to be a publicity stunt for one. She didn't pause to assess the scene for long. With all the spectators and camera phones, she knew she couldn't afford to blunder her response. She reached for her radio. "Sharpe, be advised, I have two perps that require detention by the fountain." She kept the details vague enough so as not to throw Tony under the bus for being sluggish, but to still let him know she required his assistance. In her mind’s eye, she could practically hear him groaning about having to leave the cruiser, but his response over the radio was clear and professional.

"Roger that. I’m on my way."

The crowd began to hoot and holler as the woman with the disgustingly large breasts started moaning harder and harder. Elana was about to step forward and instruct them to cease when the hairs on the back of Elana’s neck stood on end. She got the feeling that something was wrong. It felt as if some members of the crowd were more interested in watching /her/ than the couple. She turned to the spectators, hoping to dissuade her own anxiety.

"All right people, move along! Show's over!" she called out. Many of the onlookers groaned in dismay, and a few began to disperse, but Elana still couldn't identify the source of her unease.

"All right everyone, Police! You heard her, move along!" came Officer Sharpe’s booming voice from the other side of the crowd. Elana took comfort in the fact that he was finally there to support her. She turned back to the couple and grabbed the cuffs from her belt.

"Sir, ma’am. Police. I need you to stop."

They kept going as if she didn't exist.

Elana reached forward to grab the arm of the scrawny man. "Sir, you are under arrest for lewd conduct in public!" The man continued his rhythmic pace, but as Elana managed to snap one cuff onto his arm, she heard a voice ring out above the sounds of the disappointed spectators and Tony’s

[crowd-clearing.It](http://crowd-clearing.It) was a man’s voice, one she hadn't heard before, yet it left an immediate imprint on her consciousness.

"And yet the brute still shows," the voice said with a bravado as if he were projecting it to orchestrate the very scenario around her. "Let’s try it again."

Elana turned her head to see who was talking and her eyes caught those of an exceedingly average-looking man standing slightly separated from the rest of the crowd. He smiled as he watched her and never broke eye contact even as he took a step back and sat down on top of another man who was down on all fours, positioned like a bench. That man had gelled blonde hair and the physique of an athlete, but Elana couldn't find a single distinguishing characteristic about the other man except for his unnerving smile.

"Sir?" Elana addressed the smiling man, even as she continued to struggle against the perpetually thrusting scrawny guy. "Are you a part of this?"

"You bet I am," he replied behind his awful smile, “But so are you."

Elana blinked, and...