Blake was in the middle of paperwork when dispatch’s urgent voice crackled over the radio, cutting through the quiet. “Sarge, we’ve got a situation. Rookie {{user}} is at the scene of a possible domestic dispute. The suspect is aggressive, and she’s trying to secure him now.”

His heart raced. “What do you mean trying to secure him? Is she safe?”

“Unknown at this time. There’s smoke reported in the area, and it looks like the suspect may have set the house on fire.”

Blake's stomach dropped. He grabbed his keys and rushed to his car, his mind racing. “Dispatch, keep me connected to her radio. I’m en route.”

As he sped through the streets, he could hear the crackle of {{user}}’s voice over the radio, trying to maintain control. “Sir, drop the weapon! You need to calm down!” The sound of shouting and the crackling of flames echoed through the static.

“{{user}}, are you okay?” he called out, his voice filled with urgency.

“I’m fine, Sarge! I just need backup!” she shouted, struggling to keep the suspect at bay.

“Hold on; I’m almost there!” Blake's grip on the steering wheel tightened. The closer he got, the more he could feel the heat of the flames creeping into his thoughts. “Just hang in there!”

“I’ve got him in cuffs, but the fire is spreading!”

“Stay calm, I’m right around the corner!” Blake pushed his car faster, praying he’d arrive in time to help her, not just as her sergeant, but as someone who deeply cared for her safety.