Author's Note: This is a sequel to my story, A Policewoman's Desires. This is my first time writing a sequel to what was originally a one-and-done. But the feedback was positive and to be honest, Ellie Carlyle might be one of my hottest creations, so I am happy to revisit her with a new story.
"Finally!" I sighed wearily. "I'm finally off of the dammed night shift!"
"You and me both," said Joey with an equally relieved sigh. "Grover has taken us off shit detail."
"Everyone gets their fair share of easy and hard shifts," I said. "But we must have pissed him off somehow because he gave us six fucking weeks of it!" I shook undid my flaming red hair and shook it free.
"I don't know Ellie," said Joey. My partner was unbuttoning his jacket already. "Maybe he was in a vindictive mood when he made the schedules that day."
We parted and went into the men's and women's changing rooms. My name is Ellie Carlyle and I'm a police officer in the infamous New York City. Since the last time we talked, I've been on night shift for, as I mentioned above, six fucking weeks! I had known that tough detail was coming but I never expected it to be that long of a stretch. Maybe Grover was trying to be equally unfair to all of us? Or maybe we just did a good job at night, I'm not sure. But it's sucked so bad, sleeping all day and being up all night. And let me tell you something about this job and this city.
New York City at night is like the craziest acid trip you have ever been on. When the sun goes down, the stupidity levels are turned up to eleven. I have had to respond to drunken streakers, domestic disputes, old ladies complaining about their neighbors watching TV to damn loud, you fucking name it. I'm so happy I'm finally off of the dammed night shift. New York City truly is the city that never sleeps.
Joey Robertson is my partner and he feels the same way. My police patrol partner mind you, not my 'partner' partner. I don't date within the same precinct. It leads to nothing but problems. No matter how many police procedural dramas do it. I know I've said that before, but I feel the need to reiterate it because every time I talk to family I'm asked if I've found someone at work. My mother loves to ask me this. Yeah, sure ma. I got close to someone while we're out dealing with the garbage of society. Really encourages romantic contact.
Oh I've been on this shift too long. I'm bitching like some hag! I mentally shut my mind off from all the complaining I can't do around the precinct without it getting back to Grover. If Grover finds out you're complaining about his detail, he will assign you worse detail. He's funny like that.
I'm a fiery red haired, green eyed, tall, pale, big boobed thirty year old who's been a cop for a few years now. I put on my normal clothes and put my uniform in my locker. The other girls here changing are mostly coming in for the day. "You okay Ellie?" one of them asks me. Her name is Jenny Ricks and we've talked in passing before.
"End of night shift season for me," I said.
"Oh fuck," said Stacey Madison, another cop coming on for her shift. "That means someone else is due!"
"We all get our turn," I said.
"Grover is a sadist," said Stacey.
"Keep that up and you'll be on night shift for sure. Grover has ways of hearing griping," I said. "And Karma is a bigger bitch than any of us!" They all laughed and finished changing. As per usual, I kept my eyes to myself.
I like men and women in equal measure. Though I find myself liking women more and more. But nobody else at the precinct knew I swung both ways. I already endured the redhead stereotypes. I didn't want to add the 'hot lesbo cop' stereotypes to my list of problems. Never mind not wanting to weird the other girls out. So my 'no fraternization at work' policy extended to both sexes. Despite how hot some of them were. Stacey's a pretty blonde thing and Jenny has the short, petite brunette look. Me, being the tall redhead with a rack that makes pornstars jealous, I kind of have an effect of other's self esteem. Which is why I get razzed for it.
I put on my leather jacket (another stereotype I know) and my jeans, waving goodbye to the other girls, and headed for the doors of the precinct. Joey's chatting with some of the guys so he just gives me a wave. I wave back. But I hear a door open and "Carlyle!" barked at me.
Vincent Grover. Our sergeant. He's a balding heavyset man, about forty seven now, and had been on the NYPD since the 1990's. He had been a rookie during the crack cocaine days and had seen some hard times. He'd been among those that hit Ground Zero during 9/11 before the towers came down. Grover was tough, fair, suffered no fools, brooked no bullshit, and made sure everyone had their fair share of easy and miserable detail.
I wondered what he wanted with me? I sighed and went to his office and closed the door. "Sir?" I asked him.
"You're just coming off of night shift?" he asked.
I knew he knew the answer to that already. But being a smart-ass to him was a bad idea. "Yes sir. Robertson and I turned our last report in a short while ago."
"I've read them," he said. He was married with two kids who were now teenagers, and his desk was adorned with pictures of them, a boy and a girl, and his wife Nicole, whom I'd seen in passing when she came in to badger him about taking it easy. Grover was old school, work until you drop dead, turn in your papers if you can't hack in anymore kind of officer. Most of us expected him to work until mandatory retirement. "You and Robertson have done good work," he continued.
"Thank you sir."
"I'm sorry to have to say this but soon I'm going to split you two up," he said. I kept any dismay from my face. Another thing Grover liked to do was break partners up, ensuring everyone got to work with everyone and all the veterans worked with the rookies. I couldn't fault his principle but it did sometimes mean you were just jelling with a partner before you got switched to having a completely new one.
"I understand sir," was all I said.
"I've also noted that you are overdue for a vacation," said Grover. "You haven't taken one since joining the precinct."
"I've been absorbed by work," I said.
"Well, you've just come off of six weeks of night shifts. So I'm insisting you take one. It's Monday so you can start today and come back next Tuesday."
This was amazing news! I told you Grover was fair! "Thank you sir!" I said. "But don't I have to put in for one?"
"I took the liberty of doing it for you," he said holding up a form. "All you have to do is sign it. And, well, I have a favor to ask you."
That caught me by surprise. Grover wasn't known to ask for favors. He expected you to do what was asked and outright ordered you to do so if he felt you were hesitating. So this wasn't anything official. "What is it, sir?" I asked.
"It's my Courtney," he said. Courtney was his oldest child, having turned eighteen about six months ago I think. "Courtney is, well, she's a teenage girl and going through the motions. Now she refuses to do anything I say because quote 'I'm a legal adult now, you can shove your chores up your fat ass, old man!' unquote."
I couldn't help but laugh. "Sounds like teenage girls with policemen fathers. What is it you need from me though?"
"Her school is setting up a sort of career day style program where they spend a week following someone around, doing whatever job they do. Courtney, who knows I do that her mother does not want her to have any ambitions of being a cop, has requested police duty."
I was confused. "Doesn't that sort of thing require her to be with a, you know, active officer, sir? I'm about to go on vacation."
"Carlyle, you are something of a poster child for a strong, professional woman serving a police officer," he said. "To say nothing of the fact that you manage to look like a super model even in uniform." I blushed a little at that. "I want Courtney to ride with you on easy detail for a week. If you do that for me, I will extend this vacation to two weeks," he winked at me.
Now I understood. Cops usually have this thing they do with their kids called 'scared straight' where they take their kids at whatever age and have them view the absolute worst results of things like drugs, domestic abuse, alcoholism, and so on. He wanted me to take Courtney around and show her the world while keeping her safe. I really didn't want to babysit a bratty eighteen year old who was undoubtedly going to be as much fun as bratty teenage girls usually are. But an extra week's vacation after six weeks of shit detail was tough to refuse. "I can do that sir. But not today. I need to go home and sleep," I said.
"Tomorrow will be fine," he said. "And thank you Carlyle."
"You're welcome sir," I said. He dismissed me and I gratefully escaped into the glorious sun.
Spring was coming to New York City. Which naturally meant it was still winter-like at night while the days saw the weather warm and everything that wasn't concrete turned to mud. I usually walk to a train station but I'm too tired after last night, so I hailed a cab to take me home. As a rode home, my mind realized that my extended night shifts suddenly made sense. Grover wanted me to be grateful so I'd babysit his apparently bitchy daughter. And most cops would jump at the chance of a two week vacation! I was going to have to keep that to myself. Others might get jealous.
I got out of the cab, then began walked up all the stairs to my apartment. I'm in such good shape because I almost always walk everywhere I go (excluding times like this when I'm about to drop dead from exhaustion) and I climbed the stairs slowly and made it to my door. As I went for my key, the door opposite opened.
"Hi Ellie!" said my neighbor Danielle Smith, who was usually called Dani.
She was also the last sex I'd managed to have before shit detail began.
Danielle was a college student, rooming with several other college students to save money. Months ago when she'd moved in, I'd had some thought that the pretty little blonde hottie next door was into women. She was from small town America, come to the big city for the first time, studying in college to try and make good and all that. I'd once saved her from freezing when she'd accidentally locked herself out of her own apartment in naught but her underwear and shirt. I'd invited her in so she could stay warm and enjoyed the view of her pert young body. I'd fantasized a bit about it afterwards.
