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Legacy in Death-A "sort of" Prologue
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20 August 2012
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"Just tag the Lieutenant," Detective David Baxter rolled his eyes as his aide, for the fourth time in ten minutes, picked up his PPC and pressed refresh.
Officer Troy Trueheart shoved his PPC in his pocket and sighed, "I don't want to bother her."
"Well you're bothering me, kid, so just tag Dallas and see if she'll give you the results already."
"They're not posted until tomorrow," Trueheart pointed out, his pretty face filled with anxiety, "What if I didn't pass?"
"Of course you passed, kid, geez, I taught you, didn't I?"
Trueheart forced his hand to not reach into his pocket but instead reach for the beer Baxter had bought him to celebrate the completion of his Detective's exam. The senior officer gave him a hard look from across the table, then sighed when Trueheart just slid the bottle back and forth between nervous hands.
"Oh for gods sake, Trueheart, I'll tag Dallas."
"But she might not-" He was cut off by Baxter.
"She knows, you know she does. Besides, she told Peabody early."
Trueheart's eyes went wide, "She did?"
Baxter took another gulp of his beer and pulled out his link, "Of course she did. And if I knew, I'd tell you too. But I don't." And it kind of pissed him off that Dallas wouldn't tell him. He'd trained Trueheart, dammit.
"Well, that's different." Trueheart muttered.
"How? Dallas trained Peabody. I trained you. She took the test. You took the test. She found out early, why can't you find out early?"
"Maybe," he wanted to know so badly but he didn't want to look desperate. Of course, what he really wanted to know was what would happen after he got his gold shield. If he got his gold shield.
Trueheart was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't realize that Baxter had actually been making a link call. He sat up straight, completely mortified when he heard his Lieutenant's voice over Baxter's link.
"Dallas."
"Baxter. Sorry to bother you at home."
"It's no problem. I know why you're calling."
Baxter shot a look across the table and grinned, "I can't deal with him, Dallas. He's a nervous wreck."
Trueheart thought he heard a short laugh, then Dallas' voice say, "You have no idea." Then he was sure he heard her laugh, along with Baxter's, and he instantly felt better.
"Baxter, Trueheart cannot be nearly as much of a pain in the ass as Peabody was. But yeah, I figured you would call."
"You did?"
"Of course. I knew Trueheart took the test and I knew he'd be anxious about it."
"And you have the results?"
Lt. Eve Dallas was a hard cop, and her face showed no emotion on the tiny link screen, but Baxter tried his hardest to read her stony face. "It's not fair if I give them to you."
"I'm his trainer!" Baxter argued, "And you told Peabody early when she was promoted."
Dallas winced. It was barely noticeable, but Baxter caught it. "What? What was that? I saw that, Dallas. What is it?"
"Nothing," she continued her stony look, "The results will be posted tomorrow morning, Baxter."
"He's not going to sleep, Dallas. And hell, neither will I."
"Oh for gods sakes, Baxter!" Now she rolled her eyes, "How do you think he did?"
Baxter shrugged now, glanced at Trueheart, who also shrugged. Her response was a sigh.
"Of course he passed! And yes, I know he's there. And Trueheart, you are not supposed to know until tomorrow. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir! Yes Lieutenant! Trueheart happily drank his now warm beer as Baxter grinned from ear to ear across the booth from him, "Thank you, sir! Thank you so much!"
"Oh geez," Dallas rolled her eyes, but the amusement shone on her face for a moment longer. Then, the hard stony look returned, "You two keep that to yourselves, okay?"
"We've gotta go celebrate," Baxter argued, "You should meet us."
"Not until tomorrow." She sighed, "Just, don't tell anyone, okay?"
Baxter shrugged again, "Sure Dallas, if you want. What's the big deal?"
She sighed again, "Because Trueheart tested higher than anyone else."
"Well that's great!" Baxter lit up, "You hear that kid? I made you the best?"
But his Lieutenant still looked frustrated, "I mean higher than anyone else has ever. Since me."
Baxter stared into the link screen, "What?"
The Lieutenant's gave him a half smile, "Congrats, Baxter, your kid technically outranks you."
Officer Troy Trueheart shoved his PPC in his pocket and sighed, "I don't want to bother her."
"Well you're bothering me, kid, so just tag Dallas and see if she'll give you the results already."
"They're not posted until tomorrow," Trueheart pointed out, his pretty face filled with anxiety, "What if I didn't pass?"
"Of course you passed, kid, geez, I taught you, didn't I?"
Trueheart forced his hand to not reach into his pocket but instead reach for the beer Baxter had bought him to celebrate the completion of his Detective's exam. The senior officer gave him a hard look from across the table, then sighed when Trueheart just slid the bottle back and forth between nervous hands.
"Oh for gods sake, Trueheart, I'll tag Dallas."
"But she might not-" He was cut off by Baxter.
"She knows, you know she does. Besides, she told Peabody early."
Trueheart's eyes went wide, "She did?"
Baxter took another gulp of his beer and pulled out his link, "Of course she did. And if I knew, I'd tell you too. But I don't." And it kind of pissed him off that Dallas wouldn't tell him. He'd trained Trueheart, dammit.
"Well, that's different." Trueheart muttered.
"How? Dallas trained Peabody. I trained you. She took the test. You took the test. She found out early, why can't you find out early?"
"Maybe," he wanted to know so badly but he didn't want to look desperate. Of course, what he really wanted to know was what would happen after he got his gold shield. If he got his gold shield.
Trueheart was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't realize that Baxter had actually been making a link call. He sat up straight, completely mortified when he heard his Lieutenant's voice over Baxter's link.
"Dallas."
"Baxter. Sorry to bother you at home."
"It's no problem. I know why you're calling."
Baxter shot a look across the table and grinned, "I can't deal with him, Dallas. He's a nervous wreck."
Trueheart thought he heard a short laugh, then Dallas' voice say, "You have no idea." Then he was sure he heard her laugh, along with Baxter's, and he instantly felt better.
"Baxter, Trueheart cannot be nearly as much of a pain in the ass as Peabody was. But yeah, I figured you would call."
"You did?"
"Of course. I knew Trueheart took the test and I knew he'd be anxious about it."
"And you have the results?"
Lt. Eve Dallas was a hard cop, and her face showed no emotion on the tiny link screen, but Baxter tried his hardest to read her stony face. "It's not fair if I give them to you."
"I'm his trainer!" Baxter argued, "And you told Peabody early when she was promoted."
Dallas winced. It was barely noticeable, but Baxter caught it. "What? What was that? I saw that, Dallas. What is it?"
"Nothing," she continued her stony look, "The results will be posted tomorrow morning, Baxter."
"He's not going to sleep, Dallas. And hell, neither will I."
"Oh for gods sakes, Baxter!" Now she rolled her eyes, "How do you think he did?"
Baxter shrugged now, glanced at Trueheart, who also shrugged. Her response was a sigh.
"Of course he passed! And yes, I know he's there. And Trueheart, you are not supposed to know until tomorrow. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir! Yes Lieutenant! Trueheart happily drank his now warm beer as Baxter grinned from ear to ear across the booth from him, "Thank you, sir! Thank you so much!"
"Oh geez," Dallas rolled her eyes, but the amusement shone on her face for a moment longer. Then, the hard stony look returned, "You two keep that to yourselves, okay?"
"We've gotta go celebrate," Baxter argued, "You should meet us."
"Not until tomorrow." She sighed, "Just, don't tell anyone, okay?"
Baxter shrugged again, "Sure Dallas, if you want. What's the big deal?"
She sighed again, "Because Trueheart tested higher than anyone else."
"Well that's great!" Baxter lit up, "You hear that kid? I made you the best?"
But his Lieutenant still looked frustrated, "I mean higher than anyone else has ever. Since me."
Baxter stared into the link screen, "What?"
The Lieutenant's gave him a half smile, "Congrats, Baxter, your kid technically outranks you."
