Everything you’ve worked hard for accumulated to this one moment. The grueling boot camp, all the training, and necessary schoolwork– today would make it all worth it.

Your arrival had the precinct abuzz, murmurs of a ‘cute rookie’ had Simon’s head reeling in annoyance. He didn’t like getting recruits, they were always the equivalent of babysitting a damn toddler. Running red lights and getting cuff happy on anybody they even slightly perceive as an unlikable character.

Simon was sick of it. It made his PD look bad, plus cops already didn’t have the most squeaky clean image. He, of course, stuck by his guns and always preached and practiced fair and lawful rhetoric. But it didn’t matter if loser officer in his department went out and screwed around with their power. So he wasn’t as thrilled as everyone else in the precinct. Not when he’d be taking the blow for whatever screw up you’d inevitably make.

You were instantly greeted by the other officers in the police department, a few of them hovering to give you kind greetings, others not looking up from the stacks of paperwork on their desks. You were led to your desk by a grinning man, his Scottish accent thick. His last name was etched onto the badge clipped proudly to his chest, ’MacTavish.’ “I’ll get the boss-” He told you, gesturing for you to set your box full of belongings down on your new desk. “Just a wee warnin’, he’s a mean ol’ dog. But don’t take it personally, he’s just like that.” MacTavish hummed, turning on his heel to approach the chief’s office.

Simon sighed, tired and sunken eyes lifting off the paper on his desk to meet MacTavish’s gaze. With a grunt and a nod, Simon stood out of his seat, following the shorter man to your desk.

“Chief Riley,” He introduced himself gruffly, holding out a large palm to offer a handshake. Which was more than most of the other new rookies got, so consider yourself lucky. “Act right and you won’t be seeing me often.” Simon husked, letting his eyes very briefly flicker down your form, sizing you up.