In Pennsylvania

John was studying divorce papers while Wesley waited in his brother's truck.

Suddenly, someone knocked on Wesley's window, causing him to flinch.

The woman outside said, "Banks open, John."

John looked up and replied, "Thanks."

Wesley, leaning out of the truck, asked, "Are you sure you don't want me to lend you some money? I can help, John."

John and Wesley climbed out of the truck, and John shook his head. "No, I need to handle this on my own. But I appreciate the offer."

The three of them walked into the bank together, the woman leading the way. As they moved, she broke the silence with a lighthearted remark, "So... Happy Divorce Day."

John replied, "That's not a thing."

Wesley chimed in, "I was just about to say that."

The woman smiled. "It should be. When my divorce went through, I took the boys to Disneyland."

John shook his head. "I'm not feeling the Matterhorn."

"Try to see this as an opportunity," she suggested.

John sighed. "Right now, I'm just trying to remember to wear pants."

The woman scoffed playfully, while Wesley added, "I hope you wear pants. I don't need to see you... you know."

"Shut up, Wes," John said, rolling his eyes. "I thought I'd feel relieved. Sarah and I agreed to stay together until Henry went to college. I've known this was coming for two years."

They entered a room with safe deposit boxes, and the woman put John's key into his box with a sigh. "So, what have you always wanted to do?"

John shrugged. "Uh, Chippendales? Or maybe the NFL—I'm not picky."

The woman opened the box and said, "I'm trying to help you, John."

Wesley added, "He bought a self-help book, but I had the cashier put it in a brown paper bag. He can't bring himself to open it."

The woman chuckled, and John asked, "Who am I?"

She responded, "I think the more important question is, 'Who do you want to be?'"

John nodded. "When I figure that out, I'll let you know."

She gave John a comforting hug, and Wesley glanced around, remaining cautious in the confined space. He always stayed alert in such situations.

After the woman left, giving John a final hug, Wesley said, "Can you hurry up? I'm not a fan of small spaces."

John replied, "You don't have to be in here with me, Wes. I promise I'll be fine."

Wesley frowned. "Dude, don't jinx it."

John scoffed. "I wasn't."

John opened his safe deposit box and took out his papers from his jacket, placing them inside the box. He then removed his wedding ring and added it to the box as well. After closing the box, he pushed it back into its slot.

Wesley sighed with relief. "Good, we can leave now."

As they headed toward the exit, the door burst open, and masked men stormed in. One of them hit the guard, sending gasps and screams through the room. Another masked man fired a shot into the ceiling.

"Everybody on the floor, now!" one of the robbers yelled.

Wesley muttered, "You had to jinx it, didn't you, brother?"

The robbers shoved Wesley and John to the ground, shouting, "Get down! Get down! Who's the bank manager?"

The woman from earlier raised her hand, and one of the robbers said, "Come on, move it, lady. Over here. Now."

He roughly guided her to the side as the other robber demanded, "Fill the bags. Now!" directing the woman behind the counter to start stuffing the bags with money.

The woman John and Wesley had spoken to was shoved to the floor. Wesley quickly stood up and exclaimed, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!"

One of the robbers, pointing his gun at Wesley, ordered, "Hey! Get back down now!"

John, looking concerned, asked, "Stacy, are you okay?"

The robber growled, "You wanna die?!"

Wesley replied coolly, "Man, my life's already a mess. And you don't want to piss me off. Do you even know who I am?"

The robber retorted, "No, and I don't give a damn."

Stacy, still on the floor, said, "That's Wesley Wick."

The other robber's eyes widened. "Wait, Wesley Wick? The Killer? Hell, man, why'd you have to pick this bank?"

The first robber snapped, "What the hell are you talking about?! Who the hell is Wesley Wick?"

Wesley smiled grimly. "I am."

The other robber added, "This guy's a notorious assassin from Chicago. Or he used to be before his entire group got wiped out. At least, that's what I heard."

The first robber sneered, "I don't care who you are."

Wesley's smile widened. "Oh, you will. Because I could disarm both of you without breaking a sweat."

The robber, incredulous, asked, "Really? And how do you plan to do that?"

Wesley swiftly drew his gun and, with a deft flick of his wrist, fired a bullet that curved through the air, striking the second robber's gun and sending it flying. In the same motion, Wesley smashed the butt of his gun into the robber's face, incapacitating him.

With a sharp kick, Wesley sent the first robber's gun skidding across the floor.

He then aimed his gun at the first robber, his voice cold and steady. "Don't move. Move even an inch, and I'll put a bullet in you."

The woman behind the counter said, "I've already triggered the panic button. The police should be arriving soon, Mr. Wick."

Wesley's smile widened. "Perfect. That means we have a minute to finish this."

The second robber, clutching his wounded face, groaned, "I don't want to die, man!"

Wesley, still aiming his gun, said calmly, "I'm not here to kill you. I'm just here to make sure you wait for the police."

The second robber, visibly relieved but still anxious, sank to the floor, his hands raised in surrender.

The first robber, now disarmed and nervously glancing at Wesley's gun, said, "Alright, alright, just don't shoot. We'll wait for the cops."

Wesley nodded and kept his weapon trained on them, his expression resolute. "Good. Now, just stay put and keep quiet until they arrive."

The woman behind the counter, visibly shaken but grateful, started to dial the police again to update them on the situation. Wesley's attention remained fixed on the two robbers, ensuring they stayed compliant until the authorities arrived.

The second robber, still cradling his injured face, said, "Look, man, I don't want any more trouble. Just don't shoot us."

Wesley lowered his gun slightly but kept it aimed at the robbers. "I'm not planning to shoot anyone. Just sit tight and wait for the police. They'll be here soon."

The first robber, still on the floor, looked around nervously and said, "We're not going anywhere. Just don't make things worse."

Wesley kept a close watch on both men, his eyes scanning for any signs of further aggression. "Good. Stay where you are and don't try anything. I've already called the police, and they're on their way."

The woman behind the counter, trying to stay calm, continued her call to the authorities, updating them on the situation. She glanced at Wesley, clearly grateful for his intervention.

The sounds of distant sirens began to approach, growing louder by the second. Wesley kept his attention focused on the robbers, making sure they remained still and compliant.

As the police officers rushed in and quickly secured the scene, they noticed Wesley still holding his gun. One of the officers, approaching cautiously, raised his hand to signal Wesley.

"Hold on there! Drop the weapon and put your hands where I can see them!"

Wesley complied, setting his gun down on the floor and raising his hands. "Easy, officer. I'm the one who stopped the robbery. The two guys over there were the robbers."

The officer's gaze shifted to the subdued robbers and then back to Wesley. "We need to sort this out. Step away from the robbers and stay where you are."

Another officer, who had been briefed by the bank's staff, approached. "I've been informed that Mr. Wick intervened to stop the robbery. We'll need to take your statement and ensure everything's in order."

Wesley nodded, keeping his hands up. "Of course. Just make sure the robbers are handled properly. I'll explain everything."

As the officers began to handle the robbers and secure the scene, they took Wesley aside to take his statement. He provided a detailed account of what happened, explaining how he had disarmed the robbers and prevented further harm. The bank employees corroborated his story, and the police quickly assessed that Wesley's actions were in defense of the situation and not an escalation.

The officer who had initially approached Wesley said, "Alright, Mr. Wick. It seems you acted promptly to prevent the robbery from escalating. We'll need to file a report, but you're free to go for now."

Wesley nodded, relieved. "Thank you, officer. If you need anything else from me, just let me know."

As the situation settled, Wesley watched the robbers being taken into custody and the scene being processed. The police thanked him for his assistance, and he made his way out of the bank, knowing that he had helped prevent a potentially dangerous situation.

John was finally released and walked out of the bank, making his way over to Wesley, who was waiting outside.

John shook his head and said, "That was insane."

Wesley nodded, still processing the adrenaline. "You can say that again."

John looked at Wesley with a mixture of admiration and curiosity. "You've got to teach me how to curve bullets. That was incredible."

Wesley gave a rueful smile and shook his head. "I wish I could, but it's not something you can teach. It's more of an instinct—something that's in your blood. Our father couldn't do it, and I inherited it from my mother."

John took a deep breath, accepting the answer. "Yeah, I get it. It's a unique skill. Thanks for letting me know."

Wesley clapped John on the shoulder. "Anytime. Just glad we made it through this in one piece."

John looked thoughtful and asked, "Do you know what I'm thinking?"

Wesley shook his head, intrigued. "No, what's on your mind?"

John replied, "We should join the police academy. Become cops."

Wesley's eyes widened in surprise. "Are you serious?"

John nodded firmly.

Wesley, still in disbelief, said, "Oh my god. You mean it. Just think about it—a former assassin from Chicago, now becoming a cop who upholds the law every day. That's a major shift."

John nodded again, unwavering.

Wesley asked, "So, what's your take on this?"

John responded, "I think you'd be a fantastic cop. The way you handled that situation back there—it was impressive. You could have easily taken those robbers out, but instead, you chose to wait for the police. That's the kind of restraint and judgment that makes a great officer."

Wesley looked at John, considering the idea. "You know, I've never really thought about it like that. I've always been on the other side of the law, and I've got a lot of baggage. But if we were to do this, it could be a way to make things right."

John grinned. "Exactly. And you've got the skills and instincts. Plus, think about the impact you could have—helping people instead of taking lives."

Wesley nodded slowly, starting to warm up to the idea. "It would be a big change. And there'd be a lot to prove. But maybe it's time for a fresh start."

John clapped him on the back. "Let's do it, then. We can get started on the paperwork and see where it leads. It might be exactly what we both need."

Wesley chuckled a sense of determination in his voice. "Alright. Let's give this a shot. But I'm warning you, John—if we're going to do this, we're going to do it right. No half-measures."

John nodded enthusiastically. "Agreed. No half-measures. Let's make this happen."

As they walked away from the bank, a new sense of purpose filled the air. Wesley and John were ready to embark on a path that would test their resolve and redefine their futures.

9 months later

In Los Angeles

John and Wesley walked towards the LAPD headquarters, each carrying a backpack. The imposing building loomed ahead, a symbol of their new direction.

Wesley glanced up at the structure and said, "I still can't believe we're doing this. An assassin becoming a cop—it's almost surreal."

John grinned and nudged him. "Hey, let's not forget, you're only allegedly an assassin. There's no solid evidence, and even if you did have a past, you left it behind. This is about who you are now."

Wesley raised an eyebrow. "True. But it's a big leap. I've been on the other side of the law for so long."

John shrugged. "Yeah, but it's all about the future. You've got the skills, and you've shown you can do the right thing. Besides, if anyone can handle this transition, it's you."

Wesley nodded, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. "Let's hope so. Here's to new beginnings."

As they approached the entrance, both men felt a surge of determination. This was the start of a new chapter, and they were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Inside

John and Wesley made their way to the locker room when a woman stopped them.

"Where are you headed, Boots?" she asked.

Wesley pointed down the hall and replied, "Uh, locker room first, then roll call."

Another woman chimed in, "Oh, no. You need to report to the Captain first. It's tradition."

The first woman added, "It's down the hall, up the stairs."

John nodded, "Thanks."

As they turned to follow the directions, Wesley noticed the women chuckling as they walked away.

Wesley said, "I think we might have been played. But let's keep going."

John agreed, "Yeah, we'll find out soon enough."

They eventually located the Captain's office and John knocked before entering with Wesley.

Inside, Captain Andersen looked up from her desk.

"Can I help you?" Andersen asked.

John stepped forward, "Officer John Nolan reporting for duty."

Wesley followed, "Officer Wesley Wick, ma'am."

John glanced around, noting there were no other rookies in sight. Andersen raised an eyebrow and asked, "Did you two get punked, Officer Nolan and Wick?"

Wesley replied, "No, ma'am. We just—"

Andersen interrupted, "Mmm-hmm. Your files are quite puzzling, Officer Nolan and Wick."

She scanned John's file and continued, "Penn State. Pre-law. Then 20 years in construction. Your academy marks are solid, and your work ethic is noted. Cholesterol level's off the charts for a rookie."

John shrugged, "I'm something of a pioneer."

Andersen's gaze shifted to Wesley's file. "And you, Officer Wick. It says you were an account service representative in Chicago, promoted to account manager, and then allegedly known as the infamous assassin, The Killer."

Wesley nodded, "That's correct, ma'am."

Andersen leaned back, her expression unreadable. "Interesting background. We'll see how you both fit into this department. Now, let's get started with the paperwork."

Andersen picked up Wesley's file and scanned through the documents. Her eyes widened slightly as she noted Wesley's impressive scores from the police academy.

"Officer Wick," she said, glancing up, "these scores are outstanding. You scored in the top 1% of your class. Tactical skills, marksmanship, physical fitness—very impressive."

Wesley offered a small smile. "Thank you, ma'am. I worked hard."

Andersen continued, "Given your background and these scores, you should be a valuable asset to the department. But I need to be clear—if any of these allegations are true, or if you're hiding anything, it'll come to light."

John nodded in agreement, "We're both here to work. No hidden agendas."

Andersen's stern expression softened slightly. "Alright. You're both starting in the field training program today. There's a lot to cover, and I expect you to hit the ground running."

Wesley and John exchanged glances, both feeling a mix of relief and determination.

Andersen continued, "You'll be paired with experienced officers who will guide you through your initial assignments. Make sure you pay attention and learn quickly. This is your chance to prove yourselves."

John replied, "Understood, ma'am."

Wesley added, "Absolutely."

Andersen waved them off, "Good. Your training officers will meet you downstairs in the next 5 minutes and the watch commander is a stickler."

As John and Wesley turned to leave, Andersen called out, "Officer Nolan, Officer Wick, I suggest you hurry."

John immediately broke into a jog. Wesley, with a smirk, called back, "Do I need to run? Could I just ask for a tardy slip?"

Andersen raised an eyebrow and said, "Officer Wick, no fraternizing with your fellow officers. Get moving."

Wesley's smirk widened. "Understood, ma'am." With that, he dashed after John.

Andersen watched them go, a satisfied smile on her face. She knew that Wesley's quick wit and John's earnestness would make them an interesting addition to the force.

Later

The rookies had changed into their uniforms and gathered for roll call in the conference room.

Wesley adjusted to his suit, trying to get comfortable as he moved his arms around.

Grey, the watch commander, cleared his throat. "All right, everyone, settle down. Settle down."

John took a seat next to Lucy, while Wesley sat at a table across from Jackson, Lucy, and John.

Grey scanned the room and said, "We've got some new faces this morning, and a few of you are pushing the envelope on rookie age."

Laughter filled the room, and Wesley remained stoic as the joke about his brother's age passed by.

Grey focused on John. "Get up."

John, Lucy, Jackson, and Wesley stood as Grey continued, "After six months in the Academy, you've earned your spot here. But remember, you'll need to prove you belong. We adhere to strict protocols and traditions. They're the bedrock of our department. Got it?"

John and the others replied, "Yes, sir."

Grey nodded. "Sit down."

The rookies took their seats again.

Grey then announced, "Now, let's start with the Training Officer match game. Our contestants are: Lucy Chen, a standout who made her first arrest before even starting her shift; Legacy Jackson West, who broke every record his father set at the Academy; John Nolan, who was around before disco even went out of style"—the room erupted in laughter—" and Wesley Wick, known in some circles as The Killer, from Chicago. Quite the reputation, huh?"

Wesley remained calm as Grey's words hung in the air.

Grey turned his attention to Wesley, his gaze unwavering. "Officer Wick," he said, his tone cutting through the chatter, "we need to address something directly. There's chatter about your past—specifically, allegations that you were a notorious assassin in Chicago, known as The Killer."

Wesley met Grey's gaze steadily, showing no sign of unease. "I understand," he said calmly.

Grey continued, "Let me be clear: if there's any truth to these allegations if you're even remotely connected to any of that, you'll be out of this program immediately. We don't have room for anyone who might compromise the integrity of this department."

Wesley nodded. "I assure you, I'm here to follow the law and serve with honor. I've left that life behind and am committed to proving myself here."

Grey scrutinized Wesley's expression before nodding slightly. "Good. You'll need to show through your actions, not just your words. This is a fresh start. Keep it clean, and focus on doing the job right."

Wesley gave a small, respectful nod. "Understood."

Grey turned away, signaling the end of the discussion. "Alright, let's move on. We've got training to get to."

The room settled into a focused silence as the rookies prepared for their next steps, the weight of their pasts and the promise of their future roles hanging in the air.

Grey glanced at his paperwork and said, "And the assignments are as follows: Officer Bradford, you're getting our hotshot. Officer Lopez, you'll be working with our legacy. That leaves Officer Bishop to team up with the, let's say, more seasoned rookie."

Wesley raised his hand, and Grey looked over with a hint of annoyance. "Officer Wick, what is this, middle school? What's with the hand-raising?"

Wesley asked, "Who am I paired with, sir?"

Grey sighed and said, "Right. Officer Wick, you'll be riding with me today. Is that clear?"

Wesley nodded. "Yes, sir."

Grey's tone softened slightly as he added, "Good. Remember, today is just the beginning. Forget everything you learned at the Academy and listen to your T.O. You'll learn how things work out in the field. That's all. Be safe out there. Officer Bishop, I need a moment with your rookie."

Bishop responded with a nod, "Yes, sir."

Wesley and John remained in the room as the others departed. Once they were alone, Grey turned to John and asked, "So, how's the adventure treating you so far?"

John replied, "Oh, it's been... eye-opening, sir."

Grey's expression hardened. "I don't care. I don't like you, Officer Nolan. It's nothing personal, but I despise what you represent—a walking mid-life crisis. The LAPD isn't a playground for people seeking to 'find themselves.' If you succeed, it's going to open the floodgates for more middle-aged dreamers looking for their version of 'Eat, Pray, Love.' And that's a dangerous precedent that could cost lives."

John began, "Sergeant, with all due respect—"

Grey cut him off. "You're dismissed."

John exited the room, and Wesley stepped forward. "Sergeant, with all due respect, my brother deserves better than what you're giving him."

Grey's gaze shifted to Wesley. "Boot, he doesn't. This is my domain, and I set the rules. If you want to defend your brother, I can treat you the same way."

Wesley met Grey's gaze steadily. "Sir, my brother is an excellent person. He scored nearly as well as I did at the Academy. If the department didn't believe he could handle this, why is he here?"

Grey's eyes narrowed as he regarded Wesley. "You're new here, Officer Wick. You don't know how things work. The job isn't about scoring high on tests; it's about surviving the streets and proving you belong."

Wesley stood his ground. "With all due respect, Sergeant, if you're judging my brother based on your assumptions rather than his performance, then you're the one who's missing the point. He's here because he can handle it. And if you can't see that, maybe you're the one who should reconsider your stance."

Grey's expression was a mix of surprise and irritation. "I'll make a note of your opinion, Officer Wick. But remember, you're not in the Academy anymore. Out there, it's not about proving points; it's about staying alive. Don't make me regret giving you both a chance."

Wesley nodded, a mixture of defiance and respect in his posture. "Understood, Sergeant. We won't let you down."

Grey gave a curt nod. "Good. Now get out of the conference room and get to work. The real test begins now."

As Wesley left the room, he caught up with John outside. John looked at his brother with a mix of frustration and concern. "That didn't go quite as I expected."

Wesley shrugged. "He's got his way of doing things. But don't let it get to you. We're here to prove ourselves, not to play games. We'll show him what we're capable of."

John nodded, taking a deep breath. "Yeah, you're right. Let's just focus on doing the best we can."

The two of them walked out of the precinct, ready to face their first day on the job with renewed determination.

Grey then walked out and said, "Boot, get our gear from the station."

Wesley nodded and said, "Yes, sir."

Later

Outside

Grey and Wesley stood by the patrol car.

Grey said, "This isn't just a car; it's your shop. Treat it with respect. Start by inspecting the exterior for any damage—nicks, scrapes, dents. Log everything you find."

He opened the back door and asked, "Has the suspect left anything behind?"

Wesley set their gear down and peered inside the back of the car, carefully searching for any items.

Grey continued, "Check for money, drugs, or anything that doesn't belong."

Wesley looked around and then said, "The shop is clear, sir. Nothing was left behind."

"Good," Grey said. "Now, onto the shotgun safety check. Ensure it's empty. Clear it out and close the action."

Wesley followed the instructions, pumping the shotgun several times, checking it for safety, and then loading it carefully.

Grey observed, "With the way you're handling that weapon, it's clear you've used it before."

Wesley nodded, "Yes, sir. It's one of the many weapons I've been trained to use."

Grey raised an eyebrow, "As an assassin?"

Wesley met Grey's gaze steadily, "Sir if you're trying to push me out because of my past, you're wasting your time. My brother suggested this career change, and he was right. He believed I needed a purpose that involved saving lives instead of taking them. We moved to LA and joined the police academy to make a positive impact. I understand I'll be judged for my past as 'The Killer,' and I've accepted that."

Wesley finished securing the shotgun and closed the back of the car, his expression resolute.

Grey studied Wesley for a moment before nodding slowly. "Alright. I respect your determination. But just so you know, it won't be easy. This isn't a redemption arc; it's real life. And out here, you'll be judged by your actions, not your past."

Wesley nodded, "Understood, sir."

Grey gestured to the patrol car. "You've got the basics down. Next, let's go through the paperwork, and then we'll head out for a shift. And remember, your past might follow you, but it doesn't define you. Just do your job right, and you'll earn respect from the people who matter here."

Wesley and Grey walked back towards the station as Grey continued, "You'll need to get used to the routine—paperwork, checks, the daily grind. It's a lot more than just handling a weapon."

Wesley nodded in agreement. "I'm ready to learn and adapt, sir."

Grey led Wesley inside, through the bustling precinct, and to the desk where the daily logs and shift assignments were posted. "Here's where you'll be spending a good chunk of your time. Get familiar with it. And don't be afraid to ask questions if you're unsure about something."

Wesley took in the surroundings, noting the busy atmosphere and the serious expressions on the officers' faces. "Got it. I'll make sure to stay on top of everything."

As they wrapped up the paperwork and Grey introduced Wesley to some of the other officers, the atmosphere started to feel a bit more welcoming. Despite the initial tension, Wesley felt a sense of purpose. He was here to make a difference, and he intended to prove himself, one shift at a time.

Grey clapped Wesley on the shoulder as they finished. "Alright, rookie. Let's get out there and see what you've got."

Wesley followed Grey, ready for the challenges that lay ahead, determined to make a fresh start and earn his place in the LAPD.

Grey and Wesley climbed into the patrol car, the vehicle feeling like a second skin to Grey but still foreign to Wesley. As they settled in, Grey started the engine and began to drive out of the precinct.

"Alright, Wesley," Grey said, focusing on the road. "This is where you get to see how things work. No more classroom theory. Out here, it's about quick thinking, adaptability, and teamwork."

Wesley nodded, observing the city streets as they passed by. "Got it. I'm ready."

Grey glanced over. "Good. Our first stop is a routine patrol through the neighborhood. We'll check for any unusual activity and make sure everything's running smoothly."

Later

In the neighborhood

They drove through a mix of residential and commercial areas, with Grey occasionally pointing out key locations and landmarks. Wesley kept a vigilant eye on their surroundings, trying to absorb as much information as possible.

"How's your first day going so far?" Grey asked, trying to gauge Wesley's comfort level.

Wesley replied, "It's different from what I'm used to, but I'm getting used to it. Just trying to stay alert and learn."

Grey smiled slightly. "You should be. Out here, being alert is crucial. If you see something that seems off, speak up. We don't want to miss anything that could be a potential issue."

As they approached a busy intersection, Grey's radio crackled to life with a call about a disturbance at a nearby park. "Looks like we've got our first call," Grey said, his tone shifting to a more serious edge. "Let's head over there."

Wesley's heart raced slightly, but he kept his composure. "Yes, sir."

They arrived at the park, which was teeming with activity. A small crowd had gathered near a playground where two men were arguing loudly. Grey parked the car and both officers got out, Wesley following closely behind.

Grey approached the scene with confidence. "Alright, Wesley, watch how I handle this. Stay calm, observe, and only intervene if necessary."

Wesley nodded, taking mental notes as Grey approached the men, who were now shouting and pushing each other.

"Alright, gentlemen," Grey said, his voice firm but calm. "What's going on here?"

One of the men, a middle-aged guy with a beer in hand, shouted back, "This guy's been making a scene all afternoon. I just want him to leave!"

The other man, younger and agitated, retorted, "I have a right to be here! He's the one causing trouble!"

Grey listened, maintaining a neutral expression as he assessed the situation. "Alright, let's calm down. Both of you need to step back and explain what happened without shouting."

As the men reluctantly complied, Grey signaled to Wesley to stay nearby and keep an eye on the crowd. Wesley watched as Grey skillfully de-escalated the situation, talking to both parties and getting their statements.

After a few minutes of calm conversation and a brief check of identification, Grey managed to diffuse the tension. "Alright, we're going to give both of you a warning. Any more disturbances and we'll have to take further action. Now, let's all calm down and go our separate ways."

The men grumbled but eventually dispersed, the crowd thinning out. Grey turned to Wesley. "Good work staying alert. This is the kind of situation you'll encounter often. It's about managing people, assessing risks, and keeping things under control."

Wesley nodded. "Understood. It's a lot to take in, but I think I'm starting to get the hang of it."

Grey clapped Wesley on the shoulder as they walked back to the patrol car. "You'll do fine. Just remember, every shift is a learning experience. The more you handle, the better you'll get."

As they drove off, Wesley felt a mix of exhaustion and accomplishment. The day had been challenging, but it had also been a crucial step in proving himself.

Later

Grey and Wesley were back in the patrol car when the radio crackled to life.

"7-Adam-100, we have a possible code-ten for 10-65 at Wallis Bank."

Grey glanced at Wesley. "What's the call, Boot?"

Wesley grabbed the radio, responding with a steady voice, "7-Adam-100, we're en route to the 10-65 at Wallis Bank. Please advise if additional units are needed. Over."

As the dispatcher acknowledged their response, Grey shifted into gear and sped towards the bank, his focus sharp and determined. "Alright, Wesley, this is a potential robbery in progress. Stay alert and follow my lead."

Wesley nodded, bracing himself for the intensity ahead.

The patrol car raced through the streets, lights flashing and sirens blaring. Grey's eyes were locked on the road as Wesley reviewed the details in his notebook.

As they approached Wallis Bank, Grey slowed the car and pulled into a spot that offered a clear view of the entrance. They both scanned the area for any signs of suspicious activity.

Grey said, "Remember, we don't know what we're walking into. We'll approach with caution. Stay close and keep your head on a swivel."

Wesley nodded, his gaze shifting between the bank and the surrounding area. They exited the vehicle, weapons at the ready, and made their way towards the bank's front entrance.

Grey stopped just short of the door, signaling Wesley to hold back. He peered through the glass, noting the people inside were visibly anxious, and several appeared to be on the floor.

Grey said, "Looks like we've got a situation. I'll go in first to assess. Stay out here and keep an eye on the back."

Wesley watched as Grey pushed the door open and stepped inside, his posture tense but controlled. He could hear muffled voices and the occasional shout from within.

While Wesley waited outside, he kept an eye on the back of the bank and the surrounding streets. He knew that while Grey was in the middle of a potential crisis, his role was to ensure the perimeter was secure and to prepare for any possible escape routes or additional threats.

Moments later, Grey's voice came through the radio, "7-Adam-100 to dispatch. We have multiple hostages inside. The suspects are armed. Requesting backup immediately."

Wesley could hear the urgency in Grey's voice. He moved closer to the back entrance, positioning himself to cover both the door and the alley behind the bank.

Within minutes, other units arrived on the scene, and Wesley coordinated with them to set up a perimeter. He provided them with updates and ensured everyone knew their roles in the unfolding situation.

As the backup units prepared to assist Grey, Wesley kept his focus sharp, knowing that the safety of the hostages and the resolution of the situation depended on their precise and coordinated actions.

As Wesley stood guard outside, the situation inside began to escalate rapidly. Shouts and gunfire erupted from within the bank, and Wesley's attention was immediately drawn to the entrance. His instincts kicked in, and he prepared for the worst.

Without warning, the suspects burst out of the bank, guns blazing. The gunfire was directed at the officers who had just arrived. Wesley's heart raced as he saw one of the suspects aiming directly at Grey, who was moving toward cover.

In a split second, Wesley raised his weapon, and with precise aim, fired a shot. The bullet curved mid-air, intercepting the incoming round meant for Grey. The two bullets collided with a sharp clang, and the suspect's shot was deflected harmlessly away.

Wesley's quick reflexes allowed him to act immediately. He sprinted toward Grey, grabbing him and pulling him to safety behind a nearby car. Bullets whizzed past them, embedding themselves in the concrete and metal of the patrol car.

Grey glanced at Wesley with a mix of astonishment and appreciation. "Nice save, Boot. But we need to get this under control!"

Wesley, still focused on the situation, grabbed his radio and spoke urgently into it. "Dispatch, this is 7-Adam-100. We are under heavy fire. I count four suspects armed with automatic weapons. We need immediate backup and medical units. Repeat, we have four armed suspects, and we're taking fire. Over."

The radio crackled with a response. "7-Adam-100, backup is on the way. Hold your position and stay safe."

Wesley turned to Grey, who was now crouched beside him, assessing the situation. "We need to push back. If we stay here, they'll keep us pinned down."

Grey nodded in agreement. "On your mark."

Wesley took a deep breath and signaled to the other officers to follow his lead. With precise coordination, they moved from their cover, advancing carefully toward the suspects' positions. Wesley's training and experience were evident as he provided cover fire, forcing the suspects to shift their attention.

As they advanced, Wesley's mind raced, calculating each move and ensuring their actions were as strategic as possible. The goal was to neutralize the threat while minimizing the risk to the hostages and the officers.

The backup units arrived quickly, joining the fray and assisting in the containment of the suspects. The combined efforts of the officers, led by Wesley's swift actions, began to turn the tide of the confrontation.

Wesley kept a watchful eye on Grey, ready to protect and support him through the chaotic scene, ensuring that the situation would be resolved as safely and efficiently as possible.

Over the radio, Wesley heard Lucy's voice crackle through: "This is 7-Adam-19, en route to the 10-65."

Wesley grabbed his radio and responded urgently, "7-Adam-19, this is 7-Adam-100. What's your ETA? We're under heavy fire, and if we stay exposed any longer, we're at risk of being pinned down. Over."

The radio crackled again before Lucy's voice came through, "7-Adam-100, we're five minutes out. Hold tight."

Wesley glanced at Grey, who was taking cover behind the patrol car. "Five minutes," Wesley relayed, keeping his voice steady. He turned to Grey, "We need to hold our position and keep the suspects at bay until backup arrives."

Grey nodded, peeking around the patrol car to assess the situation. "Roger that. I'll cover you while you keep the suspects pinned. Focus on keeping them from flanking us."

Wesley aimed his weapon carefully, scanning the area where the suspects were positioned. He could see them ducking behind cover, sporadically firing at their location. Wesley fired controlled bursts, trying to suppress their fire and maintain their position.

"Dispatch, this is 7-Adam-100," Wesley called into the radio. "We have multiple suspects armed with automatic weapons, currently engaging us. We need additional units to secure the perimeter and provide backup. Over."

The dispatcher's voice came through with a confirmation, "Copy that, 7-Adam-100. Additional units are en route. Hold your position."

As Wesley continued to provide cover fire, he glanced over at Grey, who was focused on coordinating their response. "Just hang in there," Grey said, "Backup is on the way."

Wesley kept his focus on the suspects, feeling the tension build as the minutes ticked by. With every burst of gunfire, he stayed alert, ready to act until help arrived and they could regain control of the situation.

The sound of gunfire intensified as the suspects realized the cops were not backing down. Wesley ducked behind the patrol car, his ears ringing from the barrage of bullets. He could see the flashes of gunfire from the suspects' weapons and felt the sting of a bullet that grazed his arm.

"Grey, we're getting pinned down!" Wesley shouted, trying to maintain his composure despite the pain. He could see Grey huddled behind the car, his face set in a grim expression.

"Stay low and keep your head down!" Grey barked back, firing back at the suspects. "We need to hold out until backup arrives!"

Wesley glanced at Grey's position, seeing that he was taking heavy fire. He leaned out briefly to return fire, aiming at the suspects who were getting bolder with their shots. His bullets found their marks, and he saw one of the suspects drop to the ground.

"Dispatch, this is 7-Adam-100, we're under heavy fire. We've sustained injuries, and we need immediate assistance. Over!" Wesley's voice was urgent as he called in.

The dispatcher responded quickly, "7-Adam-100, units are en route. Hold your position. We're prioritizing your location."

Wesley adjusted his grip on his weapon, gritting his teeth against the pain in his arm. He looked over at Grey, who was still focused on suppressing the suspects' fire. "We're going to need to keep their heads down until backup gets here," Wesley said, his voice tight with effort.

Grey gave a curt nod, his eyes scanning the area. "We've got to make sure they don't get any closer. Keep firing, and don't let them think they've got the upper hand."

As Wesley continued to fire, he felt the adrenaline pumping through him, sharpening his focus despite the pain. The sound of approaching sirens was a welcome relief, and he could see the distant lights of backup units converging on their location.

"Hang on!" Wesley shouted to Grey, trying to keep their spirits up. "Help is almost here!"

Despite the pain and the relentless barrage of gunfire, Wesley kept up his efforts, determined to hold the line until the reinforcements arrived.

Then Lucy's voice crackled over the radio, "7-Adam-100, this is 7-Adam-19, we're a block from your location."

Wesley, clutching his injured arm, pressed the radio to his lips and responded, "7-Adam-19, this is 7-Adam-100. We have an officer down, backup arrival time is unclear. Approach with caution. Stop short of the bank and use your vehicle for cover. Over."

As Wesley finished speaking, bullets continued to ricochet off the patrol car, forcing him and Grey to duck lower behind their makeshift cover. The air was thick with tension, and the staccato of gunfire filled the streets.

Grey glanced at Wesley, noticing the blood seeping through his uniform. "Hang in there, Wick," he urged, scanning the area for any sign of their approaching backup.

Suddenly, the gunfire paused for a brief moment. Wesley took the opportunity to peek over the hood, spotting the suspects reloading behind the bank's entrance.

Grey gritted his teeth. "They're reloading. We need to make a move before they open up again."

Wesley nodded, his grip tightening on his gun despite the pain in his arm. "Ready when you are, sir."

Just then, the sound of screeching tires echoed down the street. Wesley's heart lifted as Lucy's patrol car skidded to a halt a few yards away, blocking the road. Lucy and her partner, Jackson, leaped out, immediately returning fire and drawing the suspects' attention.

"7-Adam-19 on the scene!" Lucy's voice came through loud and clear over the radio. "Engaging suspects. Hang tight!"

Grey seized the moment of distraction. "Wick, follow me. We're flanking them."

Without hesitation, Wesley pushed through the pain and followed Grey around the side of the patrol car. Together, they moved quickly, using the parked vehicles for cover as they closed in on the bank entrance.

As they rounded the corner, one of the suspects spotted them and opened fire. Wesley reacted instinctively, returning fire with precision. His shots found their mark, forcing the suspect to retreat behind cover.

Grey barked into his radio, "All units, suspects are heavily armed and taking cover at the bank entrance. Move in with caution. We need to contain this now!"

With backup arriving and the suspects pinned down, the tide of the firefight began to turn. The coordinated effort between the officers started to overwhelm the robbers, who were running out of options.

"Let's end this," Grey said, signaling Wesley to move in closer.

Wesley nodded, adrenaline surging as he prepared to make the final push.

Wesley noticed an opportunity and said, "Sergeant, I've got a shot."

Grey, maintaining focus, replied, "Then take it, Officer Wick."

In a swift, practiced motion, Wesley stepped out from behind cover, flicked his wrist, and fired. The bullet curved in mid-air, arcing up and then down to strike one of the suspects squarely in the shoulder.

Grey, watching from cover, blinked in astonishment. "How the hell did you do that, Boot?"

Wesley, catching his breath, replied, "Well, it's..."

Grey cut him off, "Let me guess, some kind of assassin trick? Curving bullets to hit targets hiding behind cover?"

Wesley nodded, "Yeah. Just be glad the suspects can't pull off the same stunt."

Lucy crouched nearby, and grinned, "That was incredible, Wes."

"Thanks, Luce," Wesley said, a hint of a smile on his face.

Bradford, peeking over the hood of a car, added, "Nice work, Wick."

Wesley noticed they were still under fire and instinctively fired back, his aim so sharp that another suspect was hit in the shoulder without him even looking directly at the target.

Lucy's voice came over the chaos, "You got another one, Officer Wick."

Wesley nodded, "Nice."

Grey, taking advantage of the chaos, stepped out and fired, hitting a suspect who had attempted to come out from behind the corner.

With most of the suspects down, the last one, realizing the dire situation, dropped his machine gun and bolted, bag in hand.

Wesley didn't hesitate. He sprinted after the fleeing suspect, calling into his radio, "Control, this is 7-Adam-100-A. Pursuing the last suspect on foot. Three suspects are down and in custody. The final suspect is fleeing down Pico Street. Over."

As Wesley chased down the final suspect, he heard Grey's voice crackle over the radio, "Control, this is 7-Adam-100-B. We need an RA on the scene, everything at Wallis Bank is Code 4."

Fueled by adrenaline, Wesley picked up his pace, weaving through the crowd as the suspect desperately pushed through pedestrians. Just as Wesley closed the gap, the suspect stumbled and fell.

Wasting no time, Wesley lunged forward, tackling the suspect to the ground. Pinning him down, he quickly cuffed the man's wrists, locking them securely. "You're under arrest," Wesley said, his voice steady as he ensured the suspect was restrained.

With the suspect securely in handcuffs, Wesley grabbed his radio, catching his breath. "Control, this is 7-Adam-100-A. The last suspect in custody at Pico Street. Need a unit for pickup. Over."

He waited for confirmation before turning his attention back to the suspect. "You have the right to remain silent," Wesley began, his voice firm and clear. "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be provided for you. Do you understand these rights as I've read them to you?"

The suspect, still winded from the chase, nodded. Wesley kept a steady grip on him as they awaited backup, his eyes scanning the area for any further threats.

Wesley leaned heavily against the wall, gripping his shoulder where the bullet had grazed him. The pain was sharp, but he forced himself to stay focused.

The suspect, glancing nervously around, asked, "How long until that unit gets here?"

Wesley shot him a cold look. "Just keep quiet," he snapped, his voice strained but controlled. "Thanks to you and your buddies, I'm bleeding out here. So do yourself a favor and save the small talk." He pressed harder against his wound, his eyes never leaving the suspect.

As Wesley leaned against the wall, trying to steady his breathing, the sound of sirens grew louder. Within moments, an ambulance pulled up, followed by a squad car. Grey, Lucy, and Bradford quickly exited the vehicle, their expressions tense.

Lucy rushed over, concern etched on her face. "Wes, are you okay?" she asked, kneeling beside him.

Wesley gave her a weak smile, still pressing his hand to his shoulder. "I'll live, Luce," he said, his voice slightly strained. "Just a graze, but it hurts like hell."

Grey, assessing the scene, turned to the suspect on the ground. "This the last one?" he asked, his voice authoritative.

Wesley nodded. "Yeah, he's the last of them," he replied, his eyes narrowing at the suspect, who was now sitting on the ground, handcuffed.

Bradford moved to secure the suspect, while the paramedics quickly attended to Wesley. As they began to treat his wound, Grey crouched down beside him. "Hell of a job out there, Boot," Grey said, his tone surprisingly warm. "But don't make a habit of getting yourself shot."

Wesley chuckled softly, wincing as the paramedics cleaned the wound. "I'll try not to, Sergeant," he replied, trying to keep the mood light despite the pain.

Lucy placed a reassuring hand on Wesley's uninjured shoulder. "You're going to be okay, Wes," she said, her voice filled with relief.

The paramedics finished bandaging Wesley's shoulder and helped him to his feet. As they prepared to load him into the ambulance, Grey gave him a firm nod. "We'll meet you at the hospital," Grey said, "Get that shoulder looked at."

Wesley nodded, allowing the paramedics to guide him into the ambulance. Before the doors closed, he looked back at his fellow officers. "See you soon," he said with a small smile, his voice resolute despite the pain.

As the ambulance drove off, Grey, Lucy, and Bradford watched it disappear down the street. Grey turned to the others. "Let's wrap this up and get to the hospital," he said, his voice carrying a tone of urgency.

They nodded in agreement, knowing that Wesley had done his part, and now it was their turn to ensure he got the care he needed.

Later

At the hospital, Wesley sat on a bed in the ER, his shoulder bandaged and his uniform jacket draped over a nearby chair. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the room, mingling with the low hum of medical equipment. He was tired but relieved to be out of the immediate danger.

The door to his room swung open, and Grey stepped in, his expression unreadable. He glanced around before his eyes settled on Wesley.

"How's the shoulder, Boot?" Grey asked, his voice gruff but laced with genuine concern.

Wesley shrugged slightly, wincing at the movement. "It's just a graze, nothing too serious. The doc says I'll be fine, just need to take it easy for a few days."

Grey nodded, taking a seat beside the bed. He studied Wesley for a moment before speaking. "You did good out there today. You kept your head in a tough situation, and that's not something every rookie can say."

Wesley looked down, feeling a mix of pride and exhaustion. "Thank you, Sergeant. I just did what needed to be done."

Grey leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms. "You did more than that, Wick. You put yourself on the line, and you kept those suspects from doing any more damage. I can't ask for much more from an officer."

Wesley met Grey's gaze, sensing a shift in the way his sergeant saw him. "I appreciate that, sir. I know I've got a lot to prove, but I'm here to make a difference, not just for myself but for my brother, too."

Grey nodded slowly, his expression softening just a fraction. "You've shown today that you're not just here to coast. But this isn't a one-day thing, Wick. You're going to have to keep proving yourself, day in and day out."

"I understand, sir," Wesley replied, his voice steady. "I won't let you down."

Grey stood up, placing a hand on Wesley's uninjured shoulder. "Get some rest, Boot. I'll see you back at the precinct when you're cleared for duty."

As Grey turned to leave, Wesley called out, "Sergeant... thanks for giving me a chance."

Grey paused at the door, glancing back with a small nod. "Just make sure you're worth it," he said before walking out of the room.

Wesley watched the door close, feeling a sense of resolve settle over him. He knew the road ahead wouldn't be easy, but he was ready to face whatever challenges came his way.

After a few hours of observation and a final check from the doctors, Wesley was discharged from the hospital. He had a fresh set of clothes and a sling for his injured arm. The doctor had stressed the importance of taking it easy, but Wesley wasn't one to sit idle, especially not on his first day in the field.

He caught a cab to a nearby diner where John, Lucy, Jackson, and their Training Officers were having lunch. The place was a classic spot frequented by cops—worn booths, a long counter with swivel stools, and the smell of coffee and burgers filling the air.

As Wesley walked in, his eyes scanned the room until he spotted his brother John and the others at a booth near the back. They were deep in conversation, but John looked up first, spotting Wesley as he approached.

"Wes!" John called out, getting up from his seat. The others turned, surprised to see him out of the hospital so soon.

"Shouldn't you be resting?" Lucy asked a mix of concern and relief in her voice.

Wesley smiled as he approached the table. "Doc said I'm good to go as long as I take it easy. But I wasn't going to miss this."

Jackson, who had been relatively quiet, grinned. "You know how to make an entrance, man. That was some impressive shooting back there."

Wesley waved off the compliment as he took a seat, gingerly settling into the booth next to John. "Just doing my job. You all would've done the same."

Officer Bradford, Lucy's TO, gave Wesley a respectful nod. "You handled yourself well. Not every rookie can keep their cool in a firefight like that."

Wesley nodded back. "Thanks, sir. Just tried to follow my training."

John, clearly proud of his brother, leaned in slightly. "You always had a knack for staying calm under pressure."

Their conversation continued, filled with a mix of banter and war stories from the more experienced officers. Wesley felt a sense of belonging, something he hadn't fully expected to feel so soon.

As their lunch progressed, Lucy asked, "So, what did Grey say before you left the hospital?"

Wesley took a sip of water before answering. "He said I did good, but he reminded me that I have to keep proving myself every day. I guess that's part of the job, right?"

Bradford, who had been listening closely, nodded. "Grey's tough, but he's fair. If he's giving you a chance, it means he sees potential in you. Just don't get too comfortable."

Wesley smiled. "I'm not planning to, sir."

The conversation shifted back to lighter topics, with Lucy and Jackson recounting their own first-day experiences. Wesley listened, feeling more at ease with each passing minute. Despite the challenges of the day, he knew he was in the right place, surrounded by the right people.

As the lunch continued, the atmosphere at the table grew more relaxed. John, Lucy, Jackson, and their TOs shared stories, offering advice and light-hearted anecdotes that made Wesley feel more at ease.

John, clearly in a good mood, leaned back in his seat and looked over at Wesley. "So, little brother, how's it feel to be officially part of the LAPD now? A pretty intense first day, huh?"

Wesley chuckled, wincing slightly as his shoulder reminded him not to move too much. "Yeah, definitely not what I expected. But I'm glad to be here. It feels... right."

Lucy smiled warmly at him. "You did good, Wes. You're going to fit in just fine."

Jackson nodded in agreement, his expression serious. "You've got what it takes. Just keep your head down, listen to your TOs, and stay sharp. The rest will fall into place."

Wesley appreciated the encouragement, feeling more confident with each passing moment. He glanced around the table, taking in the camaraderie and the sense of belonging that seemed to come naturally to this group.

Bradford, who had been quietly observing, spoke up. "Wesley, just remember that the job isn't always going to be as intense as today. But when it is, you've got to be ready. And from what I saw, you've got the instincts. Just keep honing them."

Wesley nodded. "Yes, sir. I will."

As the conversation shifted to lighter topics, the group laughed and joked, the tension of the day slowly melting away. They talked about their favorite places to eat, shared funny stories from their time on the force, and even debated the best way to handle certain types of calls.

Wesley found himself laughing along with them, feeling more at ease than he had all day. He realized that despite the challenges, he was exactly where he was meant to be.

As the lunch hour began to wind down, the group started to gather their things, preparing to head back out. John stood up and clapped Wesley on the back, careful to avoid his injured shoulder. "Ready to get back out there?"

Wesley grinned. "Absolutely. I'm not letting a little thing like a bullet wound slow me down."

Lucy shook her head with a smile. "Just don't push yourself too hard, Wes. You need to heal up so you can keep up with the rest of us."

Jackson added, "Yeah, we don't want you getting sidelined before you've even had a chance to get started."

Wesley appreciated their concern but was determined to prove that he could handle whatever came his way. "Don't worry. I'll be fine."

As they made their way out of the diner, Wesley couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. He was part of something bigger now, part of a team that had his back. And despite the challenges that lay ahead, he knew he was ready to face them head-on.

At night

At the precinct

Wesley walked into the precinct, heading directly for the Captain's office. He knocked gently on the doorframe, drawing Andersen's attention.

Andersen looked up, spotting Wesley. "Officer Wick. I thought you were supposed to be resting."

Wesley responded, "I am, ma'am. I just needed to keep busy without straining my arm further."

Grey, who was also in the office, chimed in, "You should head home, Officer Wick. It's not healthy to push yourself too hard."

Andersen gave Grey a pointed look. "Sgt. Grey, thank you. I'll handle this from here. You're dismissed."

Grey nodded and glanced at Wesley. "I'll see you in a couple of days, Boot. Remember to take it easy and get some rest."

Wesley replied, "Yes, sir. I'll do that."

Once Grey left, Andersen turned her attention back to Wesley. "Are you feeling alright, Wes?"

Wesley gave a slight nod. "As good as I can be. I wasn't expecting a graze to the shoulder, but it's part of the job, I guess."

Andersen said, "When I heard there was an officer down at the bank and realized you and Grey were on that call, I was really worried."

Wesley managed a smile. "I'm glad to know you're looking out for me, Captain."

Andersen walked over to the door, closed it, and then pulled down the blinds. "Of course I was worried. But for now, let's drop the formalities. I want to talk to you as Wesley, not Officer Wick."

Wesley looked at her, concerned. "What's going on, Zoe?"

Without a word, Andersen pulled Wesley into a hug. "You had me scared when I found out it was you out there."

Wesley wrapped his good arm around her and held her close. "I never meant to make you worry. I promise I'll be more careful."

Andersen pulled back slightly, her eyes searching his. A soft smile formed on her lips, and she leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

Wesley was momentarily taken aback, but he quickly melted into the kiss, returning it with equal tenderness. When they finally broke apart, Andersen's eyes held a mix of relief and affection.

"Just promise me you'll be careful out there," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Wesley nodded, his smile widening. "I promise. And I'll make sure to stay safe for you."

Andersen's smile grew as she touched his face gently. "Good. I'm glad you're alright. Now, let's get you some rest and proper care."

Wesley nodded, feeling a renewed sense of warmth and resolve. As they moved to leave the office together, it was clear that their bond had grown stronger through the day's trials.

As they were heading out, Bradford spotted them and asked, "Captain, Officer Wick? Is everything alright?"

Andersen turned to Bradford, her tone reassuring. "Everything's fine, Officer Bradford. I'm taking Officer Wick home to make sure he gets some rest. If anyone needs me, they can reach me on my cell."

Bradford nodded, acknowledging the situation. "Understood, Captain. I'll pass the message along."

With a final nod, Andersen and Wesley continued on their way, leaving Bradford to relay the message as needed.

Andersen led Wesley to her car, opening the passenger door for him. As he settled in, she closed the door and walked around to the driver's side.

Sliding into the driver's seat, Andersen glanced over at Wesley. "Hey, Wesley, I was thinking... if you're up for it, you could come over to my place for a bit. It's closer to the hospital, and I can make sure you're settled and comfortable. Plus, it might be nice to relax somewhere quiet."

Wesley gave her a grateful smile. "That sounds good, Zoe. I'd appreciate that. Thanks for taking care of me."

Andersen nodded, her smile warm. "It's no trouble. Let's get you home and make sure you're taken care of."

With that, she started the car, and they drove off, heading toward Andersen's place.

At Andersen's apartment

Andersen pulled up to her cozy apartment building, the streetlights casting a warm glow over the entrance. She parked the car and quickly got out to open Wesley's door, offering him a supportive arm as he stepped out.

"Careful," she said, her voice soft and reassuring. "Let me help you inside."

Wesley took her arm with a grateful smile. "Thanks, Zoe. I'm still getting used to this arm of mine."

As they walked to the building, Andersen's touch lingered a bit longer than necessary, her fingers brushing against his arm. "Well, I'd say you did pretty well today, despite the circumstances. Quite the show with that bullet curve."

Wesley chuckled, his gaze meeting hers. "Glad I could impress you. I didn't think I'd be doing a lot of impressing today, just trying to keep us safe."

Andersen led him to the elevator, their shoulders brushing as they waited. "You've got a knack for it, though. It's not every day I see someone pull off moves like that."

Wesley raised an eyebrow playfully. "Oh? You think I'm impressive, do you?"

She grinned as the elevator doors opened. "Maybe just a little. But mostly, I think you're very good at keeping cool under pressure."

Wesley smirked. "And you're someone who knows exactly how to make a guy feel better."

As they reached her apartment, Andersen unlocked the door and guided Wesley inside. The space was warmly decorated, with soft lighting and comfortable furniture. She helped him to the couch and then went to the kitchen to fetch some refreshments.

"Make yourself comfortable," she called from the kitchen. "I'll be right back with something to drink."

Wesley settled onto the couch, looking around with a contented sigh. "I'm already comfortable, thanks to you."

Andersen returned with a couple of drinks, handing one to Wesley as she sat down beside him. "I'm glad to hear that. It's nice to be able to relax for a moment."

Wesley took a sip, his eyes meeting hers with a hint of warmth. "It is. Especially with someone like you around."

Andersen's smile widened as she leaned in slightly. "Well, I'm glad you think so. Here's to a bit of downtime and recovery... and maybe getting to know each other a little better."

Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in their quiet bubble.

Andersen's smile lingered as she leaned closer to Wesley, her gaze softening. "You know, Wesley, it's moments like these that make the rough days worth it."

Wesley's heart raced as he felt the warmth of her presence. "I couldn't agree more, Zoe."

Their faces drew closer, and Wesley's hand gently brushed against her cheek. Andersen's eyes fluttered closed as their lips met in a tender kiss. The contact was electric, full of a mix of relief and budding affection. Wesley responded, pulling her closer, his hand resting lightly on her waist.

The kiss deepened, their connection growing more intense. However, as Andersen's hand moved to hold Wesley's arm, she accidentally touched the spot where he had been injured. Wesley winced, a sharp pain shooting through his shoulder.

Andersen immediately pulled back, her eyes wide with concern. "Oh God, Wesley, I'm so sorry! Did I hurt you?"

Wesley tried to smile through the pain, but his expression betrayed him. "It's okay, Zoe. Just... caught me off guard."

Andersen looked genuinely distressed as she gently cradled his injured arm. "I didn't mean to. Let me check it."

Wesley nodded, though he winced again as she carefully examined the area. "It's fine. Just a little tender."

Andersen's eyes were filled with regret as she touched his shoulder gently. "I didn't realize it was still so sensitive. I feel awful."

Wesley shook his head, trying to ease her worry. "It's not your fault. I'm just a little sore, that's all."

Andersen leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to make you feel better, not cause more pain."

Wesley's eyes met hers, filled with gratitude and affection. "You've done more than enough already, Zoe. Just having you here is all I need."

Andersen gave him a soft smile, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "I'm here for you. Let's just take it easy for now."

Wesley nodded, his heart warmed by her genuine care. "Sounds like a plan."

They settled into a more comfortable position on the couch, Andersen's hand resting gently on his uninjured shoulder as they both relaxed into each other's company.

Wesley sighed deeply, his eyes meeting Andersen's with a mixture of determination and vulnerability. "You know what, Zoe? Fuck it."

Before Andersen could react, Wesley reached up and carefully undid the sling that supported his injured arm. He winced slightly as he moved, but his focus was solely on Andersen. With a look of resolve, he leaned in, ignoring the lingering pain in his shoulder.

Andersen's eyes widened in surprise as Wesley's lips met hers once more. Despite the discomfort, his kiss was passionate and full of longing. Andersen responded eagerly, her hands moving to cradle his face as she kissed him back.

The kiss was intense, filled with a blend of emotions. Wesley's pain seemed to fade into the background as he lost himself in the moment. Andersen's touch was gentle, yet firm, as she tried to support him without aggravating his injury.

Wesley's good hand slid around her waist, pulling her closer. He was careful with his movements, but the pain in his shoulder was a dull, persistent ache in the back of his mind. Still, the sensation of Andersen's lips against his was a comforting distraction.

Andersen broke the kiss for a moment, her forehead resting against his. "Wesley, you're going to hurt yourself."

Wesley smiled, his breath mingling with hers. "I don't care. I want this, and I want you, even if it means a bit of pain."

Andersen's heart swelled at his words. She gently cupped his face, her thumbs brushing against his cheeks. "You're incredibly stubborn, you know that?"

Wesley chuckled softly, wincing slightly as he adjusted his position. "Guilty as charged."

Andersen guided him back to a more comfortable position on the couch, her fingers still lightly tracing his uninjured arm. "Let's take care of you now. We can pick this up later."

Wesley nodded, his eyes full of affection as he looked at her. "I'd like that."

They settled back into a comfortable embrace, Andersen's gentle touch easing the pain in Wesley's shoulder as they continued to share their warmth and closeness. The pain was still there, but for now, it was overshadowed by the comfort and connection they found in each other's presence.

Andersen settled beside Wesley on the couch, her presence a soothing balm to his discomfort. She reached for a soft blanket and draped it over them, her touch tender as she adjusted it to make him more comfortable.

"Let me get you something for that shoulder," Andersen said softly, standing up. "I've got some ice packs and pain relief cream in the kitchen."

Wesley watched her go, feeling a mixture of gratitude and desire. Despite the pain, he couldn't help but smile as he thought about how lucky he was to have someone like her looking out for him.

Andersen returned with an ice pack and some cream. She sat back down next to him, carefully placing the ice pack on his injured shoulder. Wesley winced slightly but sighed in relief as the coolness began to soothe the ache.

"Thanks," Wesley said, his voice low but sincere. "You know how to take care of someone."

Andersen smiled, her eyes soft with affection. "It's easy when it's someone I care about."

Wesley reached out with his uninjured arm, gently pulling her close again. "I'm really glad you're here. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Her heart skipped a beat at his words. "You're not going to have to find out. I'm here for you, Wesley."

They shared a quiet, intimate moment, their closeness bringing a sense of calm and connection. Wesley's shoulder throbbed with pain, but it was a background noise compared to the warmth and comfort he felt from Andersen's presence.

"Let's just stay like this for a while," Wesley said, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Andersen nodded, leaning into him with a contented sigh. "Sounds perfect."

They relaxed together, the world outside fading away as they focused on each other. Andersen gently traced her fingers along Wesley's uninjured arm, while Wesley rested his head against hers, closing his eyes.

Time seemed to slow as they enjoyed the simple pleasure of each other's company. The pain in Wesley's shoulder was still there, but it felt less significant in the context of their shared intimacy.

As they continued to hold each other, Wesley felt a renewed sense of strength and hope. Being with Andersen, despite the pain and uncertainty, gave him a sense of peace and purpose. And for now, that was more than enough.

The next day

Wesley lay in bed, wrapped in Andersen's embrace, her head resting softly on his chest. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow around them.

As Andersen glanced at the clock and began to shift away, Wesley's hand found hers, holding her in place. "Don't go," he murmured, his voice hushed but earnest.

She looked up at him with a tender smile, her eyes full of warmth. "I need to get up, love," she whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "I have a station to run."

Wesley, still half-asleep, looked at her with a hint of hope. "Can't you just take the day off?"

Andersen shook her head softly. "I can't. But you should take it easy, like the doctor said. Rest up and get better."

Wesley nodded, his gaze lingering on her with appreciation. "Alright. But promise me you'll come back soon."

"Promise," Andersen said, leaning in for one more kiss before reluctantly starting her day. "Take care, Wesley. I'll be thinking of you."

With a final, lingering look, Andersen slipped out of bed, leaving Wesley wrapped in the comfort of their shared warmth and the promise of her return.

As Andersen moved about the room, gathering her uniform and getting dressed, Wesley watched her with a mix of admiration and affection. He propped himself up on one elbow, trying to ignore the twinge in his shoulder.

With every movement she made, Wesley's eyes followed her, appreciating the grace and determination in her actions. He couldn't help but let out a soft, heartfelt smile.

"Hey," he called gently, "you know you're really beautiful, right?"

Andersen paused, glancing over her shoulder with a smile that was both surprised and touched. "You're sweet," she said, her voice warm with affection. "But you should be resting, not giving me compliments."

Wesley shook his head slightly, a playful glint in his eyes despite the pain. "I'm serious. You're amazing. Even in the rush of getting ready, you still manage to look incredible."

She chuckled softly, a hint of blush on her cheeks. "Thank you, Wesley. That means a lot."

She finished getting dressed and approached him, leaning down to give him one last kiss. "I'll be back as soon as I can. Just relax and let yourself heal. I'll be thinking of you."

Wesley nodded, his gaze lingering on her as she made her way to the door. "I'll be counting the minutes until you return."

Andersen gave him a final, reassuring smile before stepping out, leaving Wesley alone with his thoughts, feeling a mix of gratitude and anticipation for her return.

To be continued...