Spencer stood, tapping her foot against the sidewalk, her stance clearly showing a person who was more than a little annoyed. Where is she? She’d been waiting for Ashley for more than forty minutes, and all she wanted to do was get inside the apartment, but her aggravating partner had snatched the key clean out of her hand as they exited the station. I’m going to frickin’ strangle her…her thoughts were interrupted by a loud rumbling, causing her head to snap around to the left. The hell? A silver, red flamed Harley-Davidson pulled up to the curb, its motor so loud that Spencer brought her hands to her ears. The rider pulled off the helmet, shaking loose a headful of mocha colored hair. Davies…ugh.

     "How long’ve you been standing here, looking like an idiot?" She asked, turning off the engine, a mocking smirk on her face. She pulled a pair of shades from her baggy camo fatigue pants, wiping them on her sleeveless brown tank, before settling them on her face.

     "If you had any decency you’d have been here when I was since we were told we needed to be in the apartment early this morning, but look at the time, it’s damned near ten." Spencer was frowning so hard it was causing her face to hurt, she pinched the bridge of her nose. "I’ve been waiting for nearly an hour!"

     "Aw, poor Spencie. An entire hour…I’ve been on stake-outs that’ve lasted nearly thirteen, and you’re complaining about one. Ooo, weren’t we the lucky department to get you." She finished sarcastically.

     Spencer took a deep breath. You cannot slap her, you cannot slap her. "Where’s your stuff?"

     Ashley leaned against her bike, "Martinez is bringing it, he was right behind me. He’ll be here in a second." Almost as if on cue, a yellow jeep liberty turned the corner, stopping shortly behind the Harley.

     Martinez climbed down from the driver’s seat, hauling a massive luggage bag, "You, amiga, have too much shit. I think I pulled a muscle in my back just now."

     Ashley only rolled her eyes, snatching the bag from Cisco’s hands, making her way up the sidewalk to their apartment, opening the door. Nice…the department had completely furnished the apartment, and she let out a low whistle as her eyes lit upon the 44" plasma screen television mounted on the wall. I can’t wait to play my PS3 on that…she turned back to look at Spencer, ignoring the drool that leaked from the corner of Martinez’s mouth as he stared at the tv. "I’ve got the master bedroom." She didn’t wait for a response, but disappeared down the hallway.