Officer Ben Dillon opened the back door of his squad car and carefully assisted his handcuffed arrestee to her feet. As a repeat offender for several petty crimes, this drunken woman might have been an annoying point in his day, save for one thing. She would be booked into jail by a new young Records Unit employee whom Officer Dillon was anxious to meet ever since she started working at Pacific Division over a week ago.
Monica Navarro was a student in college when she began working full-time for the Los Angeles Police Department as a civilian. Her dad had been a military policeman, and her brother was a cadet in the police academy. She naturally became interested in law enforcement, and decided to apply for the department position after seeing an ad in the newspaper. One of her assignments was to help process the arrested females by typing their booking sheet in cooperation with the arresting officer.
As Officer Dillon seated his suspect before Monica, he reached out to shake her hand.
“We haven’t met,” he said nervously. “I’m Officer Dillon, ah, Ben. Just call me Ben. You’re Monica, right? I asked around,” he fumbled, without waiting for an answer. Then quickly added, “I mean I heard you were the new clerk. Glad we finally got to meet.” Flustered and red-faced, he hoped it didn’t sound obvious that he’d been checking her out.
Monica returned his smile and lowered her eyes quickly. She caught herself staring into the bluest, deep-set eyes she had ever seen, and it disarmed her. “Yes, I started working here about a week ago,” she coyly offered, showing off a deep dimple, as she glanced up once more to behold those beautiful azure eyes.
“Why don’t you two just go get a room,” the obviously altered woman slurred? She mocked their introduction. “Hi, I’m Ben. I’m Monica,” she said in her best falsetto as she smooched the air several times.
Ben was embarrassed for Monica’s sake, and as he tightened the cuffs he whispered into his arrestee’s ear. “Be nice to the young woman, Lucy, and answer all of her questions, or I’ll make these even tighter. Understand?”
“Ow,” she faked in a loud voice! “Police brutality!”
In his rattled state, he’d forgotten to give Monica the pertinent information. “This is Lucy Matthews. I’m booking her for Public Drunkenness.”
Monica began her interrogation. “Full given name, please?”
“None of your #*#*#* business,” Lucy rudely retorted.
Monica continued. “Address, please?”
“I’m a citizen of the world”, you little #*#*#!”
Each question Monica asked, Lucy evaded. And with each wrong answer Officer Dillon tightened the cuffs a little more, or so the arrestee thought, until finally the document was complete. It was a cat and mouse game he sometimes had to play to get his job done, but on that particular day, with Monica by his side, he was very willing.
Thereafter, Ben brought every female he arrested to Monica’s window. It was his way of showing her that he favored her and wanted to spend more time with her. One day he ventured a note under her window. It read: “Monica, would you do me the honor of having coffee with me after our shift? I think it’s time we got to know each other under better circumstances.” How could she refuse? How could she turn down those baby blues?
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