The two hardboiled cops went into the police station's locker room, hot and sweaty from a hard day's work patrolling the mean streets of Atlanta. It was already unbearably hot in the summer, but getting involved in a shootout after a botched drug bust had only made things worse.
Officer Radwalski took opened his locker and started to take off his uniform to switch back into his street clothes. He was pretty damned thankful for the Kevlar vests at that point.
"Damnit Walsh, what the hell were you thinking back there?"
"I already told you I'm sorry," his partner replied, "It's just... well you could have gotten yourself killed back there."
"Yeah," Radwalski replied, "And instead you jumped in and nearly got both of us killed! Is that really that much better in your world?"
Walsh shrugged. He was the junior partner in their relationship, fresh out of the academy. But Radwalski... he was a legend. Walsh respected the man, and listened to everything he said. He had heard the stories, but he never really expected that he would be working with the legend he strived so hard to live up to back at the academy.
"No," Officer Walsh finally replied, "It's just that..."
"It's just that nothing," Radwalski gruffly cut him off, "That's just another one of those risks of being a cop down here. We all have to deal with it. So do our families. But we knew that when we signed up for the job."
Walsh had just taken off his pants and was now left with nothing but his underwear. The younger man's body was muscular but lithe, with a dusky tone to it. His partner couldn't help but notice how handsome he was. There was very little body hair and no visible tattoos. Radwalski started to wonder if maybe his partner worked out or something.
"See I get that," Officer Walsh replied, "But I don't know if you get what I am saying. I love you and if anything were to happen to you... I just don't know what I would do."
"What did you just say," Officer Radwalski shot back.