One morning at the beginning of my shift, my Chief called me into his office and told me we have a new Investigator starting in my unit tomorrow. He told me that since I am a 30 plus year veteran in the unit, I will be her field trainer.
"Her?" I questioned.
He said, "Yes, her. Her name is Danielle and I felt you would be an excellent field trainer."
I reluctantly agreed to my assignment. Being an investigator for more than 30 years, I know what I'm doing, but I'm no trainer. The Chief obviously had the confidence in me to do it, so I'd give it a shot.
The next morning, the Chief called me into his office, and as I walked in I saw an attractive young lady sitting in front of the Chief's desk. She was dressed very professionally in a black pantsuit, her blond hair up in a bun, black pumps and very little makeup. Meanwhile I was in blue jeans, a black polo shirt and black loafers, which is how I usually dressed for work, unless I had court or a scheduled meeting with the Commissioner.
The Chief said, "Tom, meet Danielle."
Before I could say anything, she stood up at attention, extended her hand in military style and said, "Pleased to meet you, Sir!"
I chuckled a little and said, "Sir? No need to call me sir, call me Tom." She stood about five feet tall and looked to be about 25 years old, while I am twice her age at 51.
We sat down and spoke with the Chief as he explained that I would be her field trainer. He told her that I was the best field operations investigator in the unit. He had never told me that, so my ego was pumped up a bit. He explained to her that the other investigators would be teaching her the office operations, but she was permanently assigned to me for field operations.
After our meeting, he brought her to her desk, which was just across the walkway from me to my right. She sat down at her desk and started to get herself situated at her assigned desk. I sat down at my desk with a cup of coffee.
I turned to her and asked if she'd like a cup of coffee and she replied, "No thank you, Sir."
I shook my head and said, "You call me sir one more time, that will be a negative mark on my report to the Chief."
Her eyes widened and she apologized but I said, "I was joking, please call me Tom."
She smiled and said, "Call me Dani."
I told her that she looked very professional, and if she wanted to wear that type of attire in the office, it was fine. I then told her that field work was different; she should dress a bit more casual. She thanked me and agreed.
A few days went by and we got to know each other a bit in between her being trained in office work. I had planned a field day, and told her tomorrow we'd be going in the field. Her eyes lit up when I told her. I told her it's not as exciting as Law and Order, but it's better than being in the office.
The next morning I walked into the office and Dani was already at her desk dressed in khaki cargo pants, black tactical boots and a black polo shirt. Her shirt fit snug and her breasts were very pronounced. I never really noticed them due to her loose fitting office wear. I thought she must be at least a D cup.
I said, "Good morning Dani, I saw you're dressed for the field."
She said, "Yes, Si...I mean Tom."
I just smiled and said, "Good girl," she smiled and let out a cute giggle.
I sat at my desk and said, "After I have a cup of Joe, we'll head out." She offered to get my coffee and I accepted graciously.
She said, "Black right?"
I replied "You learn quick, yes please." I handed her my coffee mug and as she walked away from me I noticed that her ass filled those khakis very nicely. She appeared to have very firm cheeks; the ones that you bounce a quarter off of and you get back two dimes and a nickel.
After my coffee, we headed out on the road in an unmarked black ford Taurus with dark tinted windows. She seemed very excited to be in the field. I told her we had to interview some witnesses and we would be in the field most of the day. As I drove we chit chatted and I found out she was 24 years old, single, with no kids. Whereas I just finished my second divorce, with 3 kids.
After several stops and numerous interviews it was time for lunch. We stopped at my favorite diner. During lunch we spoke about some of the cases I was working on, and how I go about conducting an investigation. I told her about one particular case that needed surveillance. She was very intrigued. I told her about the surveillance van disguised as a DPW work van that we'd be using, as well as all the cameras and equipment that were inside. She was beaming with excitement. I explained to her that it can be very tedious with long hours in a tight space. She didn't care; she was all ready to go.
After lunch we went on our way doing a few spot checks on suspects and interviewed more witnesses. When we got back to the office parking lot, I drove over to the surveillance van. I opened it up to show her and she was amazed and excited. I brought her inside, and because of all the equipment, there wasn't much room to move around. When she went to walked past me, she raised her hands in the air to scoot by me, and her breasts brushed against my chest.
She said, "Oh Tom I'm so sorry, they get in the way sometimes," again with a cute little giggle.
I told her, "No worries." However I couldn't help but wonder if it was an intentional rub.
It was Friday and the day was drawing to a close. She asked if I had plans for the weekend.
I said, "Just stuff around the house. But I am stopping at the watering hole for a drink or two."
She said, "Do you mind if I join you?"
I told her, "It's a dive, a real shit hole, but you are more than welcome."
She followed me to the bar. We both locked our sidearms, Glock 30,.45 Autos, in our lock boxes in our vehicles, which is agency procedure when alcohol is served. We walked into the average Friday happy hour. I found two empty bar stools and we sat down. We ordered our drinks and started to chat. I told her war stories about the job. She was laughing so hard that she was crying.
I excused myself to use the men's room. While peeing so many thoughts ran through my head. But I said to myself, "Tom, she's a 24 year old kid, two years older than my oldest daughter, just stop it." But my thoughts were hard to dismiss.
As I came out of the bathroom, I saw Dani chatting with a young man. He looked like a laborer with jeans, work boots, tee shirt and a scruffy beard. It appeared to be an innocent conversation, but as I got closer he sat on my bar stool. I could see Dani was telling him the seat was taken. I walked closer and saw her move her head away as he tried to touch her face. My adrenaline began to flow as I witnessed that.
I approached him with a friendly face and said, "Pardon me, friend, but this seat is taken"
He replied, "Yes it is, by me."
I said, "Perhaps you don't understand, this is where I was sitting."
He looked up at me and said, "Not anymore".
Dani looked at me and said, "I think we should go."
I replied, "I think that's a good Idea."
The guy looked at her and said, "Oh isn't this sweet Daddy brought you out for a drink."
As she went to get off the bar stool, he aggressively put his hand on her thigh and said, "You aren't going anywhere, but Pops can leave."
When I saw him do that, rage ran through me and I grasped his wrist. He jumped off the bar stool, causing it to fall to the floor. He pulled his other hand and wound up to punch me. I twisted his arm behind his back and stood behind him pulling upwards. Slowly he lowered to his knees as I applied more pressure. He was groaning and cursing. Dani jumped off her stool and stood back with her hand over her mouth. The other patrons began to move out of the way when two other men in the same type of attire began to approach us.
I looked at them and in an authoritative voice said, "One more step and his arm is broken," as I applied more pressure.
He yelled, "Fuck! He's serious, back off guys!"
