This is a work of fan fiction, written by Rochelle Theresa Brown for entertainment purposes only, and not for profit. It is inspired by, and very loosely based on the final episode of Season Four of THIRD WATCH, "The Price of Nobility", written by Edward Allen Bernero and Brooke Kennedy. Amy Carlson told her mother NOT to watch that episode.

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Characters in this story are from ANOTHER WORLD, and are the sole property of Procter and Gamble Productions.
WARNING! This story contains some graphic, albeit mild, violence. # (Please don't scroll down to the footnote; you'll get there soon enough.)

Although this story has no sexual content, it is not suitable for children.

This work is under copyright.

NOTE! Although this story is told in the first person by Josie, it is not the one promised in WRITER AND CHARACTER.


CAR BOMB: Version 3




REPORT BY DETECTIVE JOSIE SINCLAIR, 23rd PRECINCT, BAY CITY, ILLINOIS, POLICE DEPARTMENT

I'm at my desk, writing this report as part of my punishment for disobeying orders, placing myself in unnecessary danger, and going into the field when I was already on desk duty. (Never mind why I was on desk duty; it has nothing to do with this report.)

If I gave this report a title, it would probably be The Price of Stupidity. I pulled a dumb stunt yesterday that could have gotten me killed. As it is, I paid for my actions!

I was, as I said, stuck at my desk, typing reports and, I admit, bored out of my skull, when I heard Joe get on the radio to some of my fellow officers, who were in squad cars, and tell them that that he'd just gotten word that a car bomb had been planted on Avenue M. That was all the info he had. Nobody knew just which car it was; nobody knew who was the target. We learned later on that there was no target; the car had been picked in a random, senseless act of violence. Then again, what I did was every bit as senseless!

"You know what to do," Joe said. "Just clear the area. Don't go looking for the bomb. Let the Bomb Squad handle that."

Now, I heard Joe perfectly clearly, and I know it's the Bomb Squad's job to find and diffuse bombs, but stubborn me had to try to handle things on my own. After all, one of the things I learned at Quantico was how to diffuse a bomb. Anyway, I jumped up and ran out of the police station. Joe hollered at me to come back, but I paid no attention. I was going to find and diffuse that bomb myself, with no help from anyone. Joe got to Avenue M just as I was checking out first car. You're probably asking yourselves, "Was she out of her mind? What was she thinking?" Well, looking back, I have to ask myself the same questions!

Joe yelled at me to get away from there, but did I listen? No. I told him that I knew what I was doing, and I kept looking for that bomb, even after Joe said, "Sinclair, get away from there right now! That's an order!"

Well, if it weren't for Joe's quick action, I might not be here today. Seeing that I wasn't about to get away from that car, Joe picked me up, slung me over his shoulder, and carried me away real fast, with me yelling all the way, "Put me down!"

And then we heard the explosion, and yes, it turned out that the car that blew up was the car I'd been inspecting. Nothing else blew up, and nobody was hurt.

Joe stopped in front of a building with a bench in front. A second later, I got the shock of my life.

Joe said, "Now, Josie, this is for your own good. You are going to learn once and for all not to disobey orders,not to act on your own, and especially not to place yourself in unnecessary danger!"

The next thing I knew, Joe was sitting on the bench, I was face-down over his lap, and his hand was coming down,
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! on the seat of my pants.

I really yelled then. "Hey! What are you"

Joe went right on with the paddling. I said that it was the shock of my life. Well, it was also the spanking of my life! Joe has a very strong hand, and he did not go easy on me.

"OWWWWW!!!" I hollered at the top of my lungs. "OWWWWW!!! OWWWWW!!! OWWWWW!!!" Joe told me later on that I could have been heard in Chicago!

And just when I didn't think I could take any more, Joe said, "Okay, Josie. It's over."

He helped to my feet. I stood there, rubbing the seat of my pants and crying. And I wasn't just crying because it felt like you could broil a steak back there. I was also crying because I was good and mad. After all, I never thought corporal punishment was a departmental option!

"Believe me, Josie, that hurt me a lot more than it did you," Joe said. "I hate making you cry, but if anything happened to you, everyone in the department would cry."

"Including you?" I asked.

"Especially me."

That, and the look in Joe's eyes, made me understand why he had spanked me. I wasn't angry any more, but I couldn't stop crying just yet.

Joe took me in his arms and held me close. I sobbed in his arms, with my head on his shoulder.

"There, now," Joe said. The hand that had spanked me so hard now stroked my hair and rubbed my back and shoulders as gently as could be. "There, now, honey. It's okay now."

After about a minute, I stopped crying, took a deep breath, and said, "I'm all right now."

"Good," Joe said. "Well, there's no sense in your going back to the 2-3 now. Your shift is almost over. But for the rest of your punishment, and to help you to remember," he went on, "I'm adding two weeks to your desk duty."

"Great," I thought. "Just great." You see, today was supposed to be the last day!

"And tomorrow, I want you to write a report on today's events."

"Do I have to tell (I looked at the sidewalk) everything?"

"That's up to you," Joe said.

Well, as you can see, I decided to tell the whole story, even though part of it was a little bit (okay, a lot) embarrassing to write about. And I've definitely learned my lesson this time. I shudder every time I think about what would have happened if Joe hadn't carried me away from that car in time. And besides, it's bad enough being on desk duty and writing a report for punishment without having to do it standing up!



# Mild, my foot!
Josie

Car Bomb: Version 1
CAR BOMB: Version 2
CAR BOMB: Version 3B
(The same events as in Version 3, but from Joe's viewpoint.)
CAR BOMB: Version 4
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