Been a while since I wrote something here. I guess it's a good thing or a bad thing, depending on how you look at it. Sure I chose this line of work because I understand (though, I doubt any of us in blue ever truly do unless something really bad happens) the dangers that come with it, but if I can be honest? I'd rather nothing happen at all as opposed to days filled with fighting for my life, ya know?
But I need to admit the days when absolutely nothing happens are amazingly boring and hard. Those 12-hour shifts where you are doing the intervention shift and you already finished up every report you had are the worst man. There are only so many times you can patrol the same damned streets for hours on end before you start thinking that trying to chew through your wrist might not seem so bad 'cause hey, at least you're doing something. And when you do fight off the urge to mutilate yourself and try and do whatever on the computer for a while, there is only so many times you can handle people that are not doing intervention stare at you as they pass while they're thinking 'Shouldn't you be outside patrolling?' before you want to gnaw their
To be honest, though, a few weeks ago I had the best intervention since becoming a cop. (Side note; I had already worked 42 hours in 4 days so I was pretty exhausted.)
I worked that day with a colleague I don't really have that good of a connection with. We talk and we joke around but more times than not she reverts any conversation to her 3-year-old son and well, I'm just not a kid person.
That aside, the day started off with another burglary in a house. We do what needs to be done; interrogate the victims, take pictures, yadda yadda- and we find footprints in the snow. Mind you it was fucking freezing and when you're practically going on 5 hours of sleep the capacity to imagine yourself sitting on a beach in the Bahamas to feel a little warmer just doesn't work. The footprints lead to the railroad on the side of the house, 5 meters below. So me and my partner get the great idea to follow the footprints all the way down to wherever they might lead.
We both get scratched up by the sharp plants and our fingers are getting frost bitten even with our intervention gloves on, but, all in all, it was really fun. (I can say that now, in that moment it wasn't LOL)
We get back to the precinct and start the report, eat a little snack, ... And then we get a call about another burglary, one where the thieves have been caught red-handed by the owners of the house. This house wasn't located in one of our towns but in a neighboring town so the dispatch called us to go there for backup.
We get to the train station where they were last seen and we continue our search on foot. After a while, we find footprints next to the tracks (hm, sounds familiar?) and we start following them together with a 50-year-old guy that works for traffic in our precinct. We've already been running since we got out of the car when suddenly a train that passes us STOPS and HONKS* in the middle of its journey. Because of that, we just KNOW the machinist has seen our suspects. My partner starts yelling and picking up the pace again (damn this girl can fucking RUN) and we cross the tracks because the footprints ended on our side. We see them again on the other side so we run, run, run, run on and on FOREVER.
During all of this, there are 7 teams (who are helping with this intervention too) trying to come through to the dispatch at the same time we are. One of the teams asks the dispatcher to call RAGO (air support) and after a lot of discussions ** they eventually hit RAGO up and they come out to help us with the search.
All in all, we were on foot for a good 2 hours running and searching, but we never found the suspects LOL.
I know it must seem like a big disappointment and waste of manpower, but for us, for each cop involved, it was so COOL. We don't ever
do any foot-patrols, and the chances of actually catching thieves red-handed are very slim so to be able to have both those things combined in one intervention is just... It was awesome and I had a fucking blast.
Once the search got called off me and my partner went back to our precinct (I devoured my food because I hadn't eaten since 11 am) and we had a great conversation about the intervention with every colleague from our precinct that helped out.
Happy to say, that intervention changed things between me and that colleague; it brought us just a little closer. Now, whenever we see each other at work there's this knowing smile we share about that crazy shift.
* Don't really know if a train actually honks, but you get the picture.
** As we are running and have the footprints as the only tangible lead we can go on, we hear the dispatcher ask things like; "is it opportune, have you seen the suspects, do we know where they are?" I suspect they need to ask these questions before asking RAGO to come because it's not cheap to use the helicopters, but we're wasting time by having this pointless discussion! Lie if you have to and get that helicopter here!
(I apologize if it's sometimes hard to read these stories. I've never been good at essays and I don't put as much effort into this as I would put into an RP. I still hope you enjoy them, though.