Embracing His Syn (Nothing Special 2)

Day approached God’s door and Syn watched as both men just looked at each other, neither man speaking. God pulled his guns in the truck, his eyes roaming all over Day’s body, making sure he was indeed alright.

“I guess I’ll just secure our perp, while you guys have your moment,” Syn said dryly. He holstered his weapons and yanked the man up to pat him down. He pulled the suspect's arms down and secured them behind his back. He yanked off the guy's hood and was stunned by the long flowing hair that came with it. Holy shit. This is a woman. “Umm. Guys?”

God and Day turned to look at Syn and noticed at the same time. The looks on their faces said it all. What the fuck? The woman was strikingly beautiful. Despite the baggy clothes, Syn’s pat down told him she had a body that could stop traffic.

Day walked over and stood, eyeing the woman curiously. Syn moved to stand in front of her again. Although sirens could be heard, God radioed a 10-26; informing dispatch that the suspect had been detained and gave the operator their location so a squad car could come to transport the suspect. God stepped out of the truck and Syn noticed the woman’s brave façade disappear at the sight of him.

“So why were you shooting at us, GI Jane?” Day asked her.

The woman stuck her chin in the air defiantly. Syn figured he may as well and place her under arrest and read her Miranda rights now.

“You carrying?” God asked.

“Fuck you,” she snarled angrily.

Day smiled, glancing at them. "You pat her down good?” Day looked at Syn, waiting for an answer.

“Yep. She must’ve tossed her weapon before she rounded the corner. She’s clean, otherwise.”

“Uh, huh.” Day looked at her again.

Syn knew Day was a people reader, a profiler. He noticed body language, mannerisms, things other people often over looked. It was obvious he saw something that Syn and God didn’t. He watched Day move in until he was practically on top of the woman. She looked Day in the eye for several seconds before she let out an exasperated huff, shifted her weight onto her left foot and rolled her eyes up and to the right.

“Yep, she’s carrying,” Day said with confidence. He squatted and patted the many pockets on her pants and stood back up, grinning at her. “Oh, you’re really gonna make me go there?”

Two squad cars pulled up, followed closely by two more, lights flashing, coloring the neighborhood in red and blue. Syn was glad he didn’t divert his attention away from his Lieutenant. Day unzipped the dark hoodie, boldly lifted the woman’s black tank top over her large breasts and dug his hand roughly underneath one boob then the other. He yanked a small plastic bag of blue pills stamped with a dolphin.

Syn cursed himself for not checking her more thoroughly. He knew better.

Day chuckled deeply. “Women have the best hiding spots.”

“Did ya enjoy that ya bastard?” she spat. Her accent and slang told Syn she was from up North; Newark, New Jersey, maybe Brooklyn or Queens, New York. She jerked away from Day but God was there fast, tightly gripping the back of her neck. She hissed at the hold.

“Calm the fuck down.” God’s harsh glare told her that was his last warning.

“I’m sure ya enjoyed it more than me hot ma’,” Day quipped back, already mocking the woman’s northern slang. She pursed her lips angrily as she was put in the back of a squad car.

God instructed the patrol officer to get her processed and into a holding cell until he was ready to interrogate her. He sternly told the officer that no one was to question her except him. The officer nodded his understanding and drove off.

‘All Work and No Play’

Syn couldn’t help feeling angry about his role in this arrest. He’d been left completely in the dark. He didn’t wait for God and Day to finish their quiet exchange before he interrupted. “Hey!” Syn shouted, shoving God's shoulder, spinning him around to face him. God’s glare had little effect on Syn. “If I’m going to be a goddamn Sergeant under your command, then I demand to know what the fuck is going on at all times.” Syn vaguely registered that Ronowski and several more members of their team had arrived in two dark unmarked Suburbans and were standing behind him.

“You break into my goddamn apartment; almost get me killed on the way to a crime scene that I've still not seen, to apprehend a suspect who I was not informed about before finding myself getting shot at. I need to know every fuckin’ thing that you know, and then I want to know even more. I want to know why the fuck are we responding to a homicide any goddamn way? And don’t fucking tell me because you say so. You outrank me, but if you don’t treat me with the same fuckin’ respect that you demand yourselves I will whip your happy, in-love asses, and that’s not because I said so, but because it is so.”