THE BRASS RING
By Mavis Applewater
For Disclaimers see part one.
A specail thanks to my beta reader Joanne.
As Always For Heather
CC ushered the irate man towards the holding cell. He wasn’t really a man. He was nothing more than a boy. His misfortune was that he was just old enough to be tried as an adult. He may look young and innocent but the youth had blood on his hands. He had been aiming for a member of a rival gang when he shot down a little girl on her way home from Sunday School. It saddened the policewoman that two young lives were now ruined because of something so senseless. The only thing that eased the pain for her was that the case was finally wrapped up and the little girl’s family could rest easy knowing that the idiot responsible was going to jail.
When she and Max cornered him, the little bugger was so frightened that he wet himself. She was a little miffed at the way Max was taunting him about it as they escorted him down to Central Lockup. “Give it a rest, Max,” she growled as she looked towards the guard. The guard was about to open a cell. “No way,” CC protested as she pointed down the narrow hallway. “He needs to be isolated.”
“What did this little pip squeak do?” the older man asked as he towered over the boy.
“Never mind,” CC snapped, her blue eyes flashing with anger.
“He killed a kid,” Max announced loudly as CC cringed.
There were certain things that didn’t sit well with other inmates. You might be a lowlife drug dealer or a thief but even this group had their standards. And anyone who hurt a child was a marked man. Most people didn’t seem to understand that most of them had children themselves.
“The gang shooting?” the guard grumbled as he stared down at the youngster. CC nodded in confirmation. “Follow me. I have a dark corner for the little weasel.”
As they followed the guard, the jeers from the other inmates started. CC could feel her prisoner tense up through her grip. CC tightened her grasp as they approached the cell and the taunting increased. She could see Max loosen his hold as he snapped his head back. “Shut up!” he screamed at the rowdy inmates.
“Shit,” she muttered as her prisoner began to squirm. Max had loosened his hold just enough for the youngster to free himself. CC was slammed against the wall. The scuffle was short lived. She was a lot bigger than the boy and he was handcuffed. They locked him in his cell but not before CC had been slammed into the iron bars when they undid his restraints.
She watched as the youngster scrambled around his cell like a caged animal. CC felt slightly woozy from her head making contact with the cement wall. “Nice going,” she growled at her partner.
“I’m sorry,” Max apologized quickly.
“No you’re not,” CC spat out as she walked back down the corridor. “Keep an eye on him,” she instructed the guard. Despite the fact that they had already taken his shoes and anything else that he might use to harm himself, she knew that he was about to face an endless night of taunting.
Finally they stepped outside to find that the sun had set. CC swayed slightly and fought back the bile that was rising in her throat. “Calloway?” Max asked, his voice trembling slightly. “Are you all right?”
CC nodded her head only to reach out so she could hold onto the wall of the building. “No,” she managed to choke out. Max steadied her as he led her to their vehicle.
“I’m taking you to the hospital,” he stated firmly as he lowered her into the car.
“Fine,” she conceded. “But you can do the paperwork, jackass.”
A short while later CC found herself sitting in the emergency room waiting area with an ice pack on her head and one hell of a headache. She let Max call it in to the precinct and handle everything. She thought it was only fitting since he had been the cause of her pain. It gave her a small sense of pleasure that he would be getting home very late after dealing with the paperwork and their lieutenant.
Finally a nurse escorted her into a curtained exam area. Max tried to follow but retreated when she glared at him and said, “Sit!” The nurse instructed her to put on the ugly paper Johnny and have a seat on the exam table.
CC held up the flimsy sheet of paper in disgust. “It’s my head,” she protested. The gray-haired woman just stared at her and then scowled as she crossed her arms, daring CC to argue. “That didn’t work for my motherm” CC said in defiance.
“Are you going to be trouble?” a familiar voice questioned her as Jamie stepped into the room.
“Officer, you wouldn’t be giving my nurse a hard time now, would you?” Jamie mocked her.
“Howdy, neighbor,” CC jested as her stomach clenched. After that night and disastrous morning, the two women had been getting along. It was all very friendly although CC couldn’t stop feeling something more for the blonde doctor. She was becoming very good at convincing herself that it was just old emotions. That is until she would see Jamie. It was always that first glance that would make her heart skip a beat. So far she had successfully managed to hide her feelings from everyone except herself.
“What?” she asked, realizing that Jamie had been speaking to her.
“I said, are you going to be a good girl?” Jamie repeated. Despite her teasing tone, CC didn’t miss the look of concern on the smaller woman’s face.
“I’m always good,” CC jested in response as she winked playfully, hoping to lighten the mood.
“Humph,” Jamie scoffed as she blushed slightly. “Behave,” she cautioned CC as she ran her fingers through her short blonde hair.
“Okay, you win.” CC sighed as she rolled her eyes. “I’ll put on the paper napkin.” She watched as the two women stood their ground. “I don’t need an audience.” She shooed them away.
“Oh, she’s shy,” Jamie joked to the nurse before they departed the room.
Later CC was tugging on the paper Johnny, trying to cover some part of her body as Jamie flashed a pen light in her eyes. “Stay still and follow the light,” Jamie scolded her.
“I can’t help it.” CC groaned as she tried to close the gap in the back of the gown. “I feel so exposed.”
Jamie sighed as she lowered the light. “CC, I’m a professional,” she explained gently. Then she glanced over her shoulder at her nurse who was carefully recording CC’s vitals onto a chart. Jamie leaned in. “Besides, I’ve seen it before,” she whispered in CC’s ear. CC blushed as the inside of her thighs quivered slightly. “You’re adorable when you blush,” Jamie whispered teasingly.
“Stop it,” CC cautioned her as she gritted her teeth.
“Behave and I will,” Jamie instructed her as she pulled away. “Now let’s try this again. Follow the light with just your eyes.”
CC decided to cooperate just so she could get out of there. Jamie seemed to be placated as she continued her exam. “You’re not going to ask me who the President is again?” CC teased as Jamie examined her shoulder.
“No, although Howdy Doody was an interesting answer,” Jamie said flatly. “Quite a nasty bruise you’re sporting back here.”
“What about those?” the nurse inquired.
CC bit back a laugh, knowing that the nurse had spotted the fading hickeys that Jamie had left there. “Those seem to be old,” Jamie squeaked out.
“Oh, those?” CC began, knowing that Jamie was blushing behind her. She jumped slightly as a cold metal stethoscope was placed on her back. “Good Lord! Don’t you warm those things?”
“Take a deep breath,” Jamie instructed her in a flat tone.
The exam continued as Jamie poked and prodded every inch of her body and then shipped her off for x-rays.
Later CC was sitting on the exam table swinging her legs, bored out her mind. Her head had stopped hurting and she just wanted to go home. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Jamie reappeared. “So did you find anything interesting?” CC questioned her.
“No,” Jamie responded as she sipped her coffee. “Just as I suspected, your head is completely empty.”
“Cute,” CC scoffed as she looked around to ensure that they were alone.
“You can get dressed now,” Jamie offered with a smile.
“Thank you.” CC sighed with relief.
“As I was saying, you’re fine but just a little beat up.” Jamie continued. “What happened?”
“Difference of opinion,” CC lied as she began to get dressed. “Uh, Jamie . . . there’s something I would like to talk to you about,” she began hesitantly. CC knew she had to ask and it had been bothering her since they’d woke up together that morning. “That night.” She paused for a moment as her mind searched for the correct words. “We weren’t careful,” she finally spat out, unable to look at Jamie.
“I understand,” Jamie said gently, CC could feel the small blonde approaching her. “CC, look at me,” Jamie requested softly. CC swallowed hard before turning to face her. Jamie gave her a reassuring smile. “I had the same concerns myself. It wasn’t a very smart thing to do. In fact, I had myself tested a couple of days later. I’m fine. If you want I can set up a blood test for you.”
“Thanks.” CC sighed with relief as she finished putting on her clothes. “I would like a test. I’ll see my own doctor though. Thanks for not being offended.”
“Why would I be offended?” Jamie responded. “We had unsafe sex, not knowing one another’s sexual history. So how are you getting home? Even though you checked out, I would feel better if you didn’t drive.”
“I’ll have Max take me home. It’ll be his penance.” She chuckled as Jamie gave her a curious look.
Later that night, CC indulged in her favorite activity. She sat on the sofa cradling her niece in her arms. “So Emma, what am I going to do?” she asked the cooing infant. “Don’t tell anyone, but I think I’m falling for her all over again.”
A soft knock on the front door interrupted her thoughts. “Now what?” She sighed as she stood, carrying Emma to the door. The scowl she was sporting quickly vanished when she opened the door and found Jamie standing on the other side.
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