Nonse

~Colonel Jack~





Officer Jim Reed sighed and stared out the windshield of the black and white designated 1-Adam-12. It had been a slow day, consisting only of several traffic citations, and one 211 that turned out to be a false alarm. Much as he enjoyed the fact that crime in L.A. seemed to have slowed down, it made his day fairly uninteresting. He glanced over at his partner, Pete Malloy, his senior and the driver of 1-Adam-12.

"Hey, Pete."

The older officer turned his blonde head. "Yeah?"

"It's 1:30. Aren't you getting a little hungry?" Jim's blue eyes pleaded for food.

Pete smiled, his own stomach aching for fuel. "Call us code 7."

Jim eagerly reached for the mic, and crossed his fingers. "1-Adam-12, requesting code 7."

The monotone of the dispatcher's voice replied almost immediately. "1-Adam-12, stand by for call."

Jim whimpered and leaned back a...