Authors: Remmy Duchene
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When morning finally dawned over Excelsior, it
wasn't welcomed. Xavier Crawford wanted nothing to do with it. His eyes burned as though someone had tossed sand in them and every muscle in his body hurt. The day before his team busted through a door and he had to tackle some guy with a handgun. Moaning, he rolled over and pushed into a sitting position, rubbing his lower back with a large hand. Each time he woke up to so much discomfort he thought about getting a new bed, but why bother? He was the only one sleeping in it. Once again, he thought of a new bed and this time, he hobbled down the stairs into the den.
He turned on the laptop and scanned the internet until he found the furniture store he'd always used. Searching through the website—he found a large bed and grabbed the phone.
"Don't you want to come see it first?" the salesman on the other end questioned.
Xavier rubbed his eyes. "Look, my back feels like someone ran over it with a dump truck. My spine is all out of whack and if I sleep on this old bed one more night I'm liable to become a paraplegic. So get the bed over here and do it by end of day. Can you do that? Because if you can't I'm going to have to find another store who can."
"No, we can do that, sir," the salesman replied.
"Will there be anyone there to let the delivery men in?"
"I have to go to work. But tell me what time they'll be here and I'll make sure someone is here."
"That's just it. We have some deliveries before yours."
"Yeah, yeah whatever. Just get it here."
Xavier offered up his credit card number and all the particulars before hanging up. He might as well use some of the inheritance his aunt left him after her death. He wasn't sure he wanted to use any but he didn't make that much on a cop's salary. He'd never had to touch the money before, but he really didn't think his back would survive.
With his first job of the day done, he picked up the phone again.
"Hey Marty. Are you going to be home today?"
"Sorry man," Marty Samms replied. "I'm heading to Amsterdam right now. But Ali will be. What's up?"
"I'm having a delivery today and someone has to be at the house. But we both know I won't be here and I need it today."
"Are you finally getting a new bed? Because your old one is like—torture."
Xavier laughed. "Yes father, I am getting a new bed."
"All right. I'll ask Ali to come over. And don't worry, she'll make sure they set it up for you and
everything. We both know they don't want to mess with her."
Xavier thanked his best friend. "Tell Ali I'll buy her dinner."
Marty laughed. "Yes, as long as it's Japanese, my sister will be all over it."
The shower was next, right after he flipped on the
coffee maker. By the time he got out of the shower, Xavier knew he had to run if he was going to make it to the station on time.
* * * *
Xavier walked into the station house and chucked
his jacket into his chair. He had no idea why he even brought it. It wasn't cold outside. For some reason he was in a horrid mood that morning and the fact he'd driven through Eros to get to Century ticked him off even more.
The traffic through the small town was a nightmare. He turned on his computer and scanned the daily reports.
Nothing caught his attention but there were a few warrants on his desk he and his team needed to execute for the local police. The badge he wore dug into his side but he was so used to it. He ignored it and fingered through the different warrants. He found the hardest one and stuck it to the top.
He figured if they could get that one done first—it would give his team a high… motivation to go after the others.
Dragging his fingers through his hair, he walked
into the break room to find two of his team members there trying to catch peanuts in their mouths by tossing them in the air first. Xavier blinked but said nothing. He walked to the coffeemaker and dumped some coffee into a cup. He took a sip, made a face and chucked the cup and its contents into the sink.
"Battery acid, huh," Mark "Muse" Dempsey chuckled.
"You coulda warned me!" Xavier muttered irritably and flopped into a nearby chair. He reached into a box on the table and pulled out a donut.
"What? And miss the look on your face?" Jackson
"Salsa" Brown questioned. "You're kidding, right?"
He made a sound in the back of his throat.
"I really think you need to get laid," Muse laughed.
"It's been too long and you're starting to implode."
Xavier made a face. "Pervert."
"Did you go see the Cap'n yet?" Muse asked. "He's been asking for you."
"Shit!" Xavier dropped the donut back in the box and pushed from his chair. "Just when I thought the day couldn't get worse."
"What did you do this time?" Salsa wanted to know.
"Who said I did anything? If I did, I can't
Both Muse and Salsa burst out laughing and Xavier
simply stormed from the room muttering a few well-placed profanities. He stopped by his desk trying to remember why he detoured and when he couldn't, Xavier made his way to the captain's office and knocked.
"Come in!" Captain Fiorelli called.
Xavier stepped into the office and closed the door
behind him. Without being invited to, he tossed his body into a chair and stretched his legs out before him. The captain was still having a hushed conversation on the phone by the window, so he waited quietly but impatiently to be addressed.
"Sorry about that. Never have children," Fiorelli joked, hanging up the phone. "Or have children but give them up for adoption the moment you realize they're becoming teenagers."
Xavier laughed. "My father would agree with you.
You wanted to see me?"
"Yes… There's this actor who received his first English role," Fiorelli said. "And he will be playing a SWAT officer. I would like him to shadow you."
Xavier arched a brow. He really didn't like the idea.
Shifting in his seat, he held his breath only releasing it when he spoke. "I don't like this," he said. "I can't babysit some actor."
"Look, the commissioner asked this favor and I told him yes. He's just going to follow you around. The rules are simple—he doesn't go through the door with you guys, ever. He must wear a vest and keep his head down."
"That's going to make me feel better? Cap'n! It's a civilian!"