“Good Golly your fast!” Lindsey called out when she turned the corner. “Mr. Mills.” She acknowledged the suspect. “How are you?” Lindsey yanked the him to his feet just asthe sounds of sirens and tire screeches filled the alley with the arrival of back-up.
“Check him for weapons.” She ordered the officer as she handed the suspect over. She knelt beside her partner. “You OK?” She asked as touched a raw scrape that ran from just above his eye brow to his quickly swelling cheek bone. She heard him let out a hiss and felt someone gently push her out of the way. The EMT’s had come out of nowhere it seemed. There were three of them in dark jackets speaking quietly but firmly while Jason argued every request they made. The basic questions were asked while one of them, John Tucker, who she had met just last week at another incident, shined a flashlight into Jasons eyes.
“I didn’t hit my head you moron.” Jason growled. “Just help me up.” He was getting angrier by the minute with all this fuss in the middle of an alley way just because he twisted his ankle stepping off a curve. He’d be fine once he walked it off. John Tucker turned to Lindsey and asked.
“Do you happen to have a mirror?” This time it was her turn to get angry. What? Because she was a girl she’d carry a mirror wherever she went? He must have realized how his question came across because his blue eyes widened just a fraction and he moved out of the firing range of her clenched fist. He pulled a cell phone from his pocket and snapped a picture.
“Are you sure you didn’t hit your head?” He asked, handing the phone to Jason for inspection. He stopped struggling to stand for a moment before shoving the phone at John. "If you don't help me up I'm going to knock you out." He threatened between gritted teeth.
"You heard the man. Help him up." The blue eyed paremedic stood back and shoved his hands in his pockets. "When he falls flat on his face, we'll strap him to a back board and haul is butt in." Jason let out a string of curses on the way up, he swayed for an instant but stood his ground.
"You were saying?" He glared at John Tucker. Lindsey had the distinct feeling that those two men had a history. What she didn't know was if they were rivals or friends. That is until John Tucker threatened to call Sam unless he climbed aboard the ambulance and took a ride to the local ER. That's when she realized he was the first responder Sam had been trying to fix her up with for months. She cocked her head sideways as she watched his tight rear-end forceably guide her partner into the ambulance.
When the doors to the emergency vehicle closed she flipped her cell phone opened and scrolled through her contacts until she found Sam's name.
"Be a best friend, tell the truth, and overuse I love you
Go to work, do your best, don't outsmart your common sense
Never let your prayin knees get lazy
And love like crazy"