<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F564x%2F3a%2F03%2F54%2F3a0354604cd6b755325a1628e899ceba.jpg&amp;hash=7b0c0e8dbb6d5cad952add58a177d7eb" href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/3a/03/54/3a0354604cd6b755325a1628e899ceba.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Sergeant Brandon Chambers</a> of the local police department was in bright spirits today. Just a few short months ago, a simple call of a presumed B&amp;E had turned awry when the suspect turned out to have a gun. Before Chambers could call for backup, the suspect he'd chased in pursuit brandished a gun and shot him. His fellow officers had found him moments later with a 9mm bullet plugged into his rib cage, nicking a lung and spilling his blood onto the streets of suburbia. His trip to the hospital was touch and go, and he hardly remembered the ride in the ambulance. By the time he reached surgery, he'd lost consciousness completely. They'd managed to remove the bullet and patch his lung, though the blood loss and lack of oxygen had plummeted him into a coma for a week. <br/>
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The first thing Officer Chambers remembered when waking.. was a pair of big blue eyes and white blonde hair framing the face of his girlfriend staring down at him. He found out then that she'd stayed with him the whole time, hardly leaving his side while he was unconscious... it had painted a whole new picture on their relationship. Realizing just how incredible the woman was, the woman he'd falsely arrested and walked home that same day. They'd blossomed, only to bloom when he realized that.. she had every right to walk away, now knowing what his job entailed and the risks it involved. He'd given her the out, with no hard feelings and no strings attached if she wanted it. Alas, she hadn't taken it. It was then that he knew.<br/>
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Just a couple months after his recovery, he'd proposed.. for them to get a place together.  Now, he was finishing up the day's paperwork in his office and busting his ass to get out of work at the time he'd promised Natalie. Hunched over his desk, he was dotting the I's and crossing T's, scrawling over documents until he heard a knock on his office door. One look up from his paper, and it was easy to tell who the officer on the other side of the door was. "Come in, Wyman," he called out, glancing down to scrawl his signature over the paperwork. "Finished," he sighed, slipping the sheet into a marked manila folder and dropping it into the metal basket on the corner of his desk.<br/>
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Officer Wyman, one of his closest friends on the precinct and a part of his squad slipping inside. "Chambers, I need you to--"<br/>
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"No, <i>no.</i>" Brandon pointed at him, dark brows shooting up as he rose from his office chair. "I told you. Unless it's an <i>absolute </i>emergency, I'm leaving on time today." <br/>
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Wyman tilted his head, a broad smile creeping up bearded cheeks. The dark shade of coarse hair was already starting to grow grey in spots. "Woman on ya case?" He chuckled.<br/>
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The corner of his mouth turned upward, a snicker slipping between his lips as he shook his head. "We're moving in together today." <br/>
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"Oh, <i>shit. </i>How is this the first I've heard about it?" Wyman's brows soared as he closed the door behind him, clearly interested. <br/>
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"Because I knew you'd react like that," Brandon pointed at him. Dressed in faded blue jeans and a soft cotton v-neck black shirt, he reached for the leather racer jacket draped over the back of his chair. <br/>
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"Reacting? I'm not reacting like anything," Wyman smirked, arms crossed. His smile spoke enough, and he was sporting a shit-eating grin that spoke a world of words. <br/>
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"*Stop*." The man rolled his eyes, slipping his arms through the sleeves in the circular maneuver, slipping the leather up over his shoulders with a roll of distinct muscle. "Okay, moving <i>on. </i>What were you going to tell me? 1 to 10, how important?" <br/>
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Wyman shook his head, unfolding one arm and raising it. "Two at best. I'll cover it, you go. Tell Nat I say hi, and miss seein' her face 'round here. Tired of only seein' your ugly mugs 'round here." <br/>
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"Thanks," Brandon scoffed, reaching for the keys to his cruiser before he was making his way to the door with Wyman. "I'll be sure to let her know."<br/>
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Wyman smiled and nodded, patting the Sergeant on the shoulder as they walked out. Locking up behind him, he said his farewells to his fellow officers for the day and a couple thereafter. "Keep 'em in line, Wyman," he called over his shoulder with a grin as his second in command looked at another officer pointedly. "Yeah, 'specially him," he laughed, shaking his head as he walked to his police cruiser. He sent out a text to Natalie as he climbed into the front seat, turning the keys in the ignition. <b>Leaving station now. Be home in a few, babe. </b><br/>
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It took him approximately forty minutes to get through traffic and make the trip home along with a curious look at a woman bolting down the street with a sign tucked under her arm, parking the cruiser in his designated parking spot. The engine killed, his duffel bag that held his personal items he kept at work in case of a long shift was pulled from the trunk before the lights flickered with the dual beep signaling it was locked. Pocketing the keys into his jacket, he went inside and took the elevator up to the fourth floor. A short walk to his apartment, and he gave the door a test to find it unlocked. The clue that Nattie was already there brought a soft hook to his mouth as he pushed inside. "Hey," he called, just to look over from the door to find her already started with the day's packing. "Should've known you'd be started already," he snickered, closing the door behind him and dropping his duffel bag off to the side, against the wall. "Always... on... schedule," he laughed, admiring the view of the petite woman in her yoga pants and tank top as he closed the distance with long strides. <a class="username" data-user-id="1298" data-username="@Teneo Lupum" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1298/">@Teneo Lupum</a> </span>