Back to the Story

Somewhere in the middle of December, I left the story and went off in a few different directions...namely the Holidays, and all the emotions that go along with that.

So, in the retelling of mine and Roc's story: he was working Midnights, and we had just had two big events to attend. The Christening and The Wedding; both events that ended up being slightly disastrous, and virtually no fun at all.

I was still adjusting.
We were sleeping irregular hours, and our schedules were tough...we had become the stereotypical "two ships that pass in the night."

And he was learning how to become a better cop. He was off foot and in a sector, and for the very first time...he had to draw his gun and point it at someone.