ON:
Starbase 192, Conference Room
Cameron was listening to the admiral as a marine spoke
up. She asked a valid question, regarding the CO and
XO. The answer was not something that Cameron, the
marine, or the rest of the people in that room were
expecting.
*snip*
“I’m not sure how many of you know what the situation
is here
currently.“ Alex began, “but it’s not good. Most of
you are here as replacements. Replacements for
Officers killed in the line of duty.“
Cameron was stunned. And though her eyes never showed
any true emotion, her heart was breaking inside. She,
of all people, understood what news of a person
"killed in the line of duty" meant to those that
served with them. The Admiral continued.
*snip*
“The Captain and XO of the Edmonton were killed during
an attack on the ship here in Spacedock. “
~In spacedock?~ Cameron questioned in her head. ~How
could that have been possible?~
*snip*
“My job was to evaluate the Edmonton to see if the
ship was able to be recovered. “ Alex said, “The dock
master off this base wants to declare the Edmonton as
lost, and after looking at the ship, I have to agree.“
Now, Cameron was getting worried. Had she been
assigned Chief Engineer and given a promotion just as
a joke? Had the Admiral at Starfleet Academy known
about the Edmonton and just wanted to get Cammy off of
his back?
Cameron was about to say something when another young
man spoke about why Starfleet would get them all the
way out here just for a wreckage. It was then that a
Commander, he looked like he was the doctor, spoke up.
*snip
“Lieutenant, I’m sure Starfleet has a replacement
Starship lined up for us,” he said, “It’s the nature
of the business. Starfleet wouldn’t drag us all the
way out here if there wasn’t a ship for us,”
Cameron knew that this was a valid statement. In all
her years of being affiliated with Starfleet, she had
learned that the Commander's statement was true. This
information still did not sit well with Cameron, but
she chose not to voice her concern and just wait for
the Admiral to explain the situation.
OFF
LT JG Cameron Walters
Chief Engineer
USS Edmonton
Monday, August 15, 2005
Revelations (From Star Trek: Dawn of Destiny)
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Almost Late (From Star Trek: Dawn of Destiny)
ON:
The USS Thomas Paine had just arrived in the sector, with Cameron standing on the bridge with her mother.
"I'm proud of you, Cammy," her mother said, looking over to her.
"Thanks mom," Cameron said. "I know it's going to be a tough job, being chief, but I hope I can handle it."
"You've had one of the best teachers in Starfleet," the captain grinned. "Speaking of which . . . he's probably waiting for you in transporter room three." Margaret Walters looked at her daughter, then stood to give her a hug. "You're dismissed Lieutenant."
"Aye, Captain. Good sailing, ma'am."
"And to you, Lieutenant. I love you, Cammy."
"Love you, too, mom. I mean, Captain."
Cameron entered the turbolift and ordered it to Deck 9. Exiting the lift, she stepped across the hallway and into Transporter Room 3. Her father, the Chief Engineer, was standing there with her bags.
"We've already contacted Starbase 192," her father said as he handed Cameron her bags. "They're ready for you." James Walters stepped behind the console and prepared the transporter. "Be careful. It's a big ship. Don't hurt yourself . . ."
Cameron wanted everything to not listen to her father at that moment. She knew that he was referring to her accident several years ago that took the life of the previous Chief Engineer of the Thomas Paine. Cameron smiled back tears and waved slightly to her father.
"And one more thing," he said. "I'm proud of you."
The tears could not be held after the statement and started rolling down her cheek. "Energize," she said, knowing she could no longer face her father and not break down crying.
As she appeared in the transporter room on Starbase 192, she quickly wiped her eyes to avoid attention being drawn to her.
"Lieutenant Walters," a voice said from below her. "Welcome to Starbase 192. Temporary quarters have been set up for you on Deck 19, Room 1974."
"Thank you," Cameron said as she stepped down from the platform. She walked out of the room and found the nearest turbolift. Ordering it to Deck 19, she wiped her eyes again, making sure that it did not look like she had been crying.
The lift came to a stop and Cameron exited and turned left. She started walking around looking for her room. Cameron had been on the station for five minutes when a communication came across on her communicator.
=/\= Senior crew of the USS Edmonton, you are requested to assemble at conference room 15, deck 25 on Spacedock 192 for debriefing, by order of Starfleet Command, at 1500 hours .=/\=
At first, Cameron was taken by surprise. ~Why did I hear this?~ she thought. And then the realization. ~Oh my God! I'm on the Senior Staff! I'm Chief Engineer!~ Cameron stopped at a computer console and looked at a map of the deck so she could hurry and find her quarters. She saw that she wasn't that far from her quarters and hurried down the empty hallway.
As she entered the small room, she checked the chronometer. 14:20. She quickly went to the sonic shower and rinsed off. Coming from the bathroom, she changed as quick as she could while looking at the chronometer again. 14:45. Cameron looked at herself in the mirror. Uniform on, straight, communicator positioned properly. Right set of pips on. She pulled her top down to remove the wrinkles and exited the room.
Cameron got to the turbolift quickly and requested Deck 25 as she entered. The lift moved quickly, making its way towards its destination. The doors opened on Deck 25 and Cameron recalled the map she looked before leaving her room. Making the quick turn down the hallway, she arrived at Conference Room 15, with a few minutes to spare.
Cameron slowly stepped into the room and saw a young man sitting down already. "Hi there," she said. "My name is Cammy Walters, Chief Engineer."
OFF
LT JG Cameron (Cammy) Walters
Chief Engineer
USS Edmonton
The USS Thomas Paine had just arrived in the sector, with Cameron standing on the bridge with her mother.
"I'm proud of you, Cammy," her mother said, looking over to her.
"Thanks mom," Cameron said. "I know it's going to be a tough job, being chief, but I hope I can handle it."
"You've had one of the best teachers in Starfleet," the captain grinned. "Speaking of which . . . he's probably waiting for you in transporter room three." Margaret Walters looked at her daughter, then stood to give her a hug. "You're dismissed Lieutenant."
"Aye, Captain. Good sailing, ma'am."
"And to you, Lieutenant. I love you, Cammy."
"Love you, too, mom. I mean, Captain."
Cameron entered the turbolift and ordered it to Deck 9. Exiting the lift, she stepped across the hallway and into Transporter Room 3. Her father, the Chief Engineer, was standing there with her bags.
"We've already contacted Starbase 192," her father said as he handed Cameron her bags. "They're ready for you." James Walters stepped behind the console and prepared the transporter. "Be careful. It's a big ship. Don't hurt yourself . . ."
Cameron wanted everything to not listen to her father at that moment. She knew that he was referring to her accident several years ago that took the life of the previous Chief Engineer of the Thomas Paine. Cameron smiled back tears and waved slightly to her father.
"And one more thing," he said. "I'm proud of you."
The tears could not be held after the statement and started rolling down her cheek. "Energize," she said, knowing she could no longer face her father and not break down crying.
As she appeared in the transporter room on Starbase 192, she quickly wiped her eyes to avoid attention being drawn to her.
"Lieutenant Walters," a voice said from below her. "Welcome to Starbase 192. Temporary quarters have been set up for you on Deck 19, Room 1974."
"Thank you," Cameron said as she stepped down from the platform. She walked out of the room and found the nearest turbolift. Ordering it to Deck 19, she wiped her eyes again, making sure that it did not look like she had been crying.
The lift came to a stop and Cameron exited and turned left. She started walking around looking for her room. Cameron had been on the station for five minutes when a communication came across on her communicator.
=/\= Senior crew of the USS Edmonton, you are requested to assemble at conference room 15, deck 25 on Spacedock 192 for debriefing, by order of Starfleet Command, at 1500 hours .=/\=
At first, Cameron was taken by surprise. ~Why did I hear this?~ she thought. And then the realization. ~Oh my God! I'm on the Senior Staff! I'm Chief Engineer!~ Cameron stopped at a computer console and looked at a map of the deck so she could hurry and find her quarters. She saw that she wasn't that far from her quarters and hurried down the empty hallway.
As she entered the small room, she checked the chronometer. 14:20. She quickly went to the sonic shower and rinsed off. Coming from the bathroom, she changed as quick as she could while looking at the chronometer again. 14:45. Cameron looked at herself in the mirror. Uniform on, straight, communicator positioned properly. Right set of pips on. She pulled her top down to remove the wrinkles and exited the room.
Cameron got to the turbolift quickly and requested Deck 25 as she entered. The lift moved quickly, making its way towards its destination. The doors opened on Deck 25 and Cameron recalled the map she looked before leaving her room. Making the quick turn down the hallway, she arrived at Conference Room 15, with a few minutes to spare.
Cameron slowly stepped into the room and saw a young man sitting down already. "Hi there," she said. "My name is Cammy Walters, Chief Engineer."
OFF
LT JG Cameron (Cammy) Walters
Chief Engineer
USS Edmonton
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Destiny Awaits (From Star Trek: Dawn of Destiny)
ON:
[San Francisco, CA, Earth]
Cameron had been asleep when the computer started beeping. She knew the sound. It was the sound of an incoming transmission. She slowly opened her eyes and looked across the room at the communication screen. She couldn't read the screen very well, so she sat up and moved toward it. Looking straight at it, and rubbing her eyes to get the sleep out, Cameron read the announcement.
Incoming Message from Admiral Franklin, Starfleet Academy, Assignment Director
Cameron knew what this was about. It was her future. Her destiny. She hesitated for another moment before pressing the accept button.
The screen transformed and Admiral Robert Franklin appeared. "Good morning, Ensign Walters. Did I wake you?"
Cameron tried to play off her tiredness. "No, sir," she said, concealing a yawn. "Been awake for a while."
"Good. I finally have your assignment."
~Finally~ Cameron thought. She had graduated two months ago and still hadn't been assigned to a ship. She wondered why no ship had wanted her, but she stopped herself before she got any further into that thought. "What's the assignment?" she asked the admiral.
"You are being assigned to the USS Edmonton as their Chief Engineer."
~Chief Engineer?~ she thought with excitement. "Yes, sir," she said plainly. "USS Edmonton. Thank you, sir."
"Walters," he started. "You are also being promoted to Lieutenant Junior Grade."
That news made Cameron smile. "Thank you, sir," she said with a smile.
"You're welcome. The information on where to report is in this file I'm sending you," he paused. "Say hello to your parents for me when you get a chance. Franklin out."
The screen went blank and Cameron couldn't help but smile. This was it. This was where she belonged. Chief Engineer. Lieutenant J.G. On the USS Edmonton - wherever it was. She opened the file that the admiral had sent and started to read through it. Cameron moved toward her closet and opened it up. She looked at her clothes, her uniforms, and the rest of her junk. Cameron grabbed her duffel from the floor and started to pack her things.
OFF:
LT JG Cameron Walters
Chief Engineer
USS Edmonton
[San Francisco, CA, Earth]
Cameron had been asleep when the computer started beeping. She knew the sound. It was the sound of an incoming transmission. She slowly opened her eyes and looked across the room at the communication screen. She couldn't read the screen very well, so she sat up and moved toward it. Looking straight at it, and rubbing her eyes to get the sleep out, Cameron read the announcement.
Incoming Message from Admiral Franklin, Starfleet Academy, Assignment Director
Cameron knew what this was about. It was her future. Her destiny. She hesitated for another moment before pressing the accept button.
The screen transformed and Admiral Robert Franklin appeared. "Good morning, Ensign Walters. Did I wake you?"
Cameron tried to play off her tiredness. "No, sir," she said, concealing a yawn. "Been awake for a while."
"Good. I finally have your assignment."
~Finally~ Cameron thought. She had graduated two months ago and still hadn't been assigned to a ship. She wondered why no ship had wanted her, but she stopped herself before she got any further into that thought. "What's the assignment?" she asked the admiral.
"You are being assigned to the USS Edmonton as their Chief Engineer."
~Chief Engineer?~ she thought with excitement. "Yes, sir," she said plainly. "USS Edmonton. Thank you, sir."
"Walters," he started. "You are also being promoted to Lieutenant Junior Grade."
That news made Cameron smile. "Thank you, sir," she said with a smile.
"You're welcome. The information on where to report is in this file I'm sending you," he paused. "Say hello to your parents for me when you get a chance. Franklin out."
The screen went blank and Cameron couldn't help but smile. This was it. This was where she belonged. Chief Engineer. Lieutenant J.G. On the USS Edmonton - wherever it was. She opened the file that the admiral had sent and started to read through it. Cameron moved toward her closet and opened it up. She looked at her clothes, her uniforms, and the rest of her junk. Cameron grabbed her duffel from the floor and started to pack her things.
OFF:
LT JG Cameron Walters
Chief Engineer
USS Edmonton
Monday, August 01, 2005
"First Impressions Are Important" (From Florida State Police PBEM - no longer active)
Date: January 29, 2005
Time: 1830 hours
Location: Trooper Hathaway's residence
"Sam" a young girl said panicked. "There's a cop pulling up outside your house."
"That's just my dad," Sam started. "He brings his police car home every night."
"Oh," the other girl offered quietly.
Quinn exited the vehicle and noticed a new face in the window. *Must be Sam's new friend,* he thought.
He entered the house and called to his daughter. "Sorry I'm late, honey. Had to do some work."
"I know," his daughter said as she entered the hallway with the other girl. "Dad, this is Miranda Parker."
"Nice to meet you," Quinn said extending his hand. "So, ladies, what did you cook me for dinner?"
The two girls looked at Quinn with astonished eyes and he laughed. "Just kidding. Since I got home late, I already ordered a pizza. It should be here soon. As if fate knew he was talking, the doorbell rang. "That was convenient," Quinn said as he moved back toward the door.
He opened it and saw a delivery man holding the large pizza. "That will be 17.20," the man said.
"Here's a twenty. Keep the change."
"Thank you, sir," the delivery man said and handed the pizza box to Quinn and left. Closing the door, Quinn handed the box to his daughter. "Go ahead and get started. I'll be there in a couple of minutes."
The two girls hurried to the kitchen and started to eat the pizza. While the girls started their dinner, Quinn went to his room and changed into more comfortable clothing. He knew he could have done that at the station, but being as late as it was, he chose to head straight home and check on his daughter.
Reappearing in the kitchen a few minutes later, Quinn noticed the box, but no girls. "You had better be using plates and napkins if you're in the living room," he half scolded.
"We are!" came the response.
Quinn retrieved a plate for himself and placed two pieces of pizza on it. He sat down at the kitchen table and enjoyed his dinner. Quinn was happy that his daughter was starting to make new friends. If anyone had trouble with this move, it was Sam. She didn't want to leave Chicago or her friends. Having met Sam's friend, Quinn felt satisfied enough to allow his daughter to visit Miranada's house.
Quinn finished his meal, cleaned his plate and walked into the living room to see what the girls were doing. To his surprise, they were actually doing homework. "Well, I'll let you girls work for a little while longer, but I'm going to take Miranda home around eight thirty."
"Alright. That should give us enough time," his daughter replied.
"I'm going to go read in my den, if you need me."
The girls didn't respond to the statement, but rather turned their attention back to their studies.
Quinn went to his den and rather than grabbing one of the eight books he was trying to read, he turned on his computer and started writing. He stared at the computer screen for an hour and had only come up with two paragraphs. Noticing the time, he got up and went back to the living room. Miranda was already gathering her things together.
Quinn grabbed the keys to his cruiser and escorted the girls to it. Opening the back door, he let them climb in. Quinn followed the directions of his new passenger a few miles away and came to a middle-sized home that Miranda said was hers. Apparently, one of her parents must have seen the police cruiser and worried inadvertently. Both parents quickly came running to the cruiser as Miranda stepped out. Quinn also got out of the car and moved toward Mirand'a parents.
"Miranda, darling, are you okay?" her mother asked.
"Sorry about that," Quinn started apologetically. "I'm Quinn Hathaway. I'm with the Florida State Police. Your daughter is a friend of my daughter, Sam." Quinn pulled Sam a little closer to him and she offered a gentle hello wave. Quinn continued his apology. "Since I'm on duty early in the morning, I choose to bring my vehicle home with me. That way I don't need to pay for extra necessities for a second vehicle. It also helps out when I'm just out for a drive." Quinn chuckled, but it seemed Miranda's parents didn't want to laugh about the situation.
"Well," Miranda's father spoke. "Thank you for bringing our daughter home." He paused. "No offense, but next time Miranda is over at your house, perhaps one of us will come and get her."
"That's just fine. Miranda can tell you how to get there. This is also my card with my cell phone number on it. I'd also like to thank you for raising such a fine daughter. Miranda is well behaved and studious. Things that my daughter and I appreciate."
Quinn shook their hands as did Samantha. They got back in the car and drove off leaving the Parkers in their driveway to stare for a brief second and then escape back to the comfort of their own home.
In the cruiser, on the drive back, Quinn said to his daughter. "Boy what a great first impression. Bringing their child back in a police cruiser. Maybe a second car would have its advantages." Sam didn't say anything because she was leaning her head against the passenger side window, asleep. Quinn arrived at home and carried his daughter to her room, changed her and tucked her into bed.
Trooper Quinn Hathaway
Patrol Trooper
FSP, Post 7, Sector 2
Time: 1830 hours
Location: Trooper Hathaway's residence
"Sam" a young girl said panicked. "There's a cop pulling up outside your house."
"That's just my dad," Sam started. "He brings his police car home every night."
"Oh," the other girl offered quietly.
Quinn exited the vehicle and noticed a new face in the window. *Must be Sam's new friend,* he thought.
He entered the house and called to his daughter. "Sorry I'm late, honey. Had to do some work."
"I know," his daughter said as she entered the hallway with the other girl. "Dad, this is Miranda Parker."
"Nice to meet you," Quinn said extending his hand. "So, ladies, what did you cook me for dinner?"
The two girls looked at Quinn with astonished eyes and he laughed. "Just kidding. Since I got home late, I already ordered a pizza. It should be here soon. As if fate knew he was talking, the doorbell rang. "That was convenient," Quinn said as he moved back toward the door.
He opened it and saw a delivery man holding the large pizza. "That will be 17.20," the man said.
"Here's a twenty. Keep the change."
"Thank you, sir," the delivery man said and handed the pizza box to Quinn and left. Closing the door, Quinn handed the box to his daughter. "Go ahead and get started. I'll be there in a couple of minutes."
The two girls hurried to the kitchen and started to eat the pizza. While the girls started their dinner, Quinn went to his room and changed into more comfortable clothing. He knew he could have done that at the station, but being as late as it was, he chose to head straight home and check on his daughter.
Reappearing in the kitchen a few minutes later, Quinn noticed the box, but no girls. "You had better be using plates and napkins if you're in the living room," he half scolded.
"We are!" came the response.
Quinn retrieved a plate for himself and placed two pieces of pizza on it. He sat down at the kitchen table and enjoyed his dinner. Quinn was happy that his daughter was starting to make new friends. If anyone had trouble with this move, it was Sam. She didn't want to leave Chicago or her friends. Having met Sam's friend, Quinn felt satisfied enough to allow his daughter to visit Miranada's house.
Quinn finished his meal, cleaned his plate and walked into the living room to see what the girls were doing. To his surprise, they were actually doing homework. "Well, I'll let you girls work for a little while longer, but I'm going to take Miranda home around eight thirty."
"Alright. That should give us enough time," his daughter replied.
"I'm going to go read in my den, if you need me."
The girls didn't respond to the statement, but rather turned their attention back to their studies.
Quinn went to his den and rather than grabbing one of the eight books he was trying to read, he turned on his computer and started writing. He stared at the computer screen for an hour and had only come up with two paragraphs. Noticing the time, he got up and went back to the living room. Miranda was already gathering her things together.
Quinn grabbed the keys to his cruiser and escorted the girls to it. Opening the back door, he let them climb in. Quinn followed the directions of his new passenger a few miles away and came to a middle-sized home that Miranda said was hers. Apparently, one of her parents must have seen the police cruiser and worried inadvertently. Both parents quickly came running to the cruiser as Miranda stepped out. Quinn also got out of the car and moved toward Mirand'a parents.
"Miranda, darling, are you okay?" her mother asked.
"Sorry about that," Quinn started apologetically. "I'm Quinn Hathaway. I'm with the Florida State Police. Your daughter is a friend of my daughter, Sam." Quinn pulled Sam a little closer to him and she offered a gentle hello wave. Quinn continued his apology. "Since I'm on duty early in the morning, I choose to bring my vehicle home with me. That way I don't need to pay for extra necessities for a second vehicle. It also helps out when I'm just out for a drive." Quinn chuckled, but it seemed Miranda's parents didn't want to laugh about the situation.
"Well," Miranda's father spoke. "Thank you for bringing our daughter home." He paused. "No offense, but next time Miranda is over at your house, perhaps one of us will come and get her."
"That's just fine. Miranda can tell you how to get there. This is also my card with my cell phone number on it. I'd also like to thank you for raising such a fine daughter. Miranda is well behaved and studious. Things that my daughter and I appreciate."
Quinn shook their hands as did Samantha. They got back in the car and drove off leaving the Parkers in their driveway to stare for a brief second and then escape back to the comfort of their own home.
In the cruiser, on the drive back, Quinn said to his daughter. "Boy what a great first impression. Bringing their child back in a police cruiser. Maybe a second car would have its advantages." Sam didn't say anything because she was leaning her head against the passenger side window, asleep. Quinn arrived at home and carried his daughter to her room, changed her and tucked her into bed.
Trooper Quinn Hathaway
Patrol Trooper
FSP, Post 7, Sector 2
"A Girl Needs Her Father" (From Florida State Police PBEM - no longer active)
Date: February 01, 2005
Time: 1000 hours
Location: Post 7 HQ
Quinn had finished processing the man that stole the luxury vehicle and was getting ready to head back out on patrol when he received a phone call on his cell phone.
"This is Quinn," he responded methodically.
"Daddy," the voice said quietly.
"Sam? Are you alright?"
"No. I don't feel good. Could you come pick me up?"
"Yeah, I'm at HQ, though, so it will take me a little bit."
"Ok," she said softly. "Thank you."
Quinn hung up the phone and pulled his radio from his shoulder.
+574 to Dispatch+
+Go ahead+
+574 will be 10-10 for two hours+
+10-4 574. Contact when 10-7+
+10-4+
Quinn knew that he could just walk down to Dispatch and let them know, but he wanted to get on the road as soon as possible. He also was wondering why Sam was sick now, when she had shown no signs of illness this morning.
*****
It took Quinn half and hour to reach the school - he wasn't going to use his siren, that would be cheating. After parking in the special "Police Only" parking space, Quinn walked into the Principal's Office and notified them of why he was there.
"Yes, Mr. Hathaway," the secretary stated. "Your daughter is in the Nurse's Office, across the hall. The nurse should be able to tell you what is wrong with your daughter."
"Thank you," Quinn replied and started to walk across the hall.
The principal, who had not been in the main office, saw Quinn exit and was a little worried. "Officer," he said, increasing his gait to catch Quinn before he entered the Nurse's Office.
"Officer, I don't think that this situation warrants police interference. I told our School Security that they could handle it themselves."
"I'm sorry," Quinn started, generally confused. "I'm here to pick up my daughter. She's not feeling well."
"Oh, I'm sorry," the principal apologized. "Don't let me keep you any longer." The principal turned toward his own office door and walked away.
"Sir?" Quinn stopped him. "What it this situation, as you called it?"
"It's just several students have been caught fighting. We are not sure why, but we are investigating and we are also suspending those students that are involved."
"Sounds like you have it under control right now. If you have a problem, contact the FSP. And ask for me. My name is Quinn Hathaway."
Quinn extended his hand. "Thank you. I'm Doug Jackson."
"Nice to meet you sir, but if you don't mind, I'd like to see my daughter."
"Of course," the principal answered. "Right through that door and you'll find the nurse. Nice speaking with you."
Quinn nodded, but turned toward the door and opened it. Inside, he saw a few chairs with a couple of students and an older woman, about his mother's age, sitting behind a desk.
"Are you the nurse?" he asked sheepishly.
"Yes, how can I help you?" she responded sweetly.
"My daughter, Samantha Hathaway, is here. She called and asked me to pick her up."
"Oh yes," she said and stood up. "Follow me, she's right back here. I think she may be asleep."
Quinn lightly grabbed the woman's arm and stopped her. "Can you tell me why she is sick?"
"She didn't tell you? No, of course she wouldn't." Quinn looked puzzled. "She had her first period. She was scared and she started to have a lot of cramps. They should go away in a couple of days. I gave her some medicine to help with the pain."
Quinn was now in total shock. He knew that someday his daughter would grow up and things like this would happen. However, he wasn't ready for that yet. No matter, the time had come and his little girl was no longer little. Quinn stepped into the small room and saw his daughter laying down. He sat at the foot of the bed and spoke quietly.
"Sam, honey. It's time to go. We're going home."
"Thanks, daddy," she said quietly.
Quinn helped his daughter up and to the front of the Nurse's Office. Signing the proper papers, he walked slowly out to his car with Sam holding on tight to his waist.
After getting into the car, Quinn chose not to address the situation because he felt awkward. Instead, he chose to drive to their house without a word. Sam did say one thing, "Thanks for coming to pick me up and not asking why you needed to."
Quinn smiled back at the girl and made no response. Arriving at their house, Quinn assisted Sam into the living room and onto the sofa.
"I have to go back to work. Call me if there is a real problem. You have the medicine from the nurse, you have water, and there is soup in cupboard. Try to sleep. I'll be home when I can."
"Thanks, daddy. I love you."
Quinn gave his daughter a hug and whispered "I love you," back. He quietly left the house and back to his vehicle. He took the radio from its resting cradle and contacted Dispatch.
+574 is 10-7+
+10-4 574+
Trooper Quinn Hathaway
Florida State Police
Post 7, Sector 2
Time: 1000 hours
Location: Post 7 HQ
Quinn had finished processing the man that stole the luxury vehicle and was getting ready to head back out on patrol when he received a phone call on his cell phone.
"This is Quinn," he responded methodically.
"Daddy," the voice said quietly.
"Sam? Are you alright?"
"No. I don't feel good. Could you come pick me up?"
"Yeah, I'm at HQ, though, so it will take me a little bit."
"Ok," she said softly. "Thank you."
Quinn hung up the phone and pulled his radio from his shoulder.
+574 to Dispatch+
+Go ahead+
+574 will be 10-10 for two hours+
+10-4 574. Contact when 10-7+
+10-4+
Quinn knew that he could just walk down to Dispatch and let them know, but he wanted to get on the road as soon as possible. He also was wondering why Sam was sick now, when she had shown no signs of illness this morning.
*****
It took Quinn half and hour to reach the school - he wasn't going to use his siren, that would be cheating. After parking in the special "Police Only" parking space, Quinn walked into the Principal's Office and notified them of why he was there.
"Yes, Mr. Hathaway," the secretary stated. "Your daughter is in the Nurse's Office, across the hall. The nurse should be able to tell you what is wrong with your daughter."
"Thank you," Quinn replied and started to walk across the hall.
The principal, who had not been in the main office, saw Quinn exit and was a little worried. "Officer," he said, increasing his gait to catch Quinn before he entered the Nurse's Office.
"Officer, I don't think that this situation warrants police interference. I told our School Security that they could handle it themselves."
"I'm sorry," Quinn started, generally confused. "I'm here to pick up my daughter. She's not feeling well."
"Oh, I'm sorry," the principal apologized. "Don't let me keep you any longer." The principal turned toward his own office door and walked away.
"Sir?" Quinn stopped him. "What it this situation, as you called it?"
"It's just several students have been caught fighting. We are not sure why, but we are investigating and we are also suspending those students that are involved."
"Sounds like you have it under control right now. If you have a problem, contact the FSP. And ask for me. My name is Quinn Hathaway."
Quinn extended his hand. "Thank you. I'm Doug Jackson."
"Nice to meet you sir, but if you don't mind, I'd like to see my daughter."
"Of course," the principal answered. "Right through that door and you'll find the nurse. Nice speaking with you."
Quinn nodded, but turned toward the door and opened it. Inside, he saw a few chairs with a couple of students and an older woman, about his mother's age, sitting behind a desk.
"Are you the nurse?" he asked sheepishly.
"Yes, how can I help you?" she responded sweetly.
"My daughter, Samantha Hathaway, is here. She called and asked me to pick her up."
"Oh yes," she said and stood up. "Follow me, she's right back here. I think she may be asleep."
Quinn lightly grabbed the woman's arm and stopped her. "Can you tell me why she is sick?"
"She didn't tell you? No, of course she wouldn't." Quinn looked puzzled. "She had her first period. She was scared and she started to have a lot of cramps. They should go away in a couple of days. I gave her some medicine to help with the pain."
Quinn was now in total shock. He knew that someday his daughter would grow up and things like this would happen. However, he wasn't ready for that yet. No matter, the time had come and his little girl was no longer little. Quinn stepped into the small room and saw his daughter laying down. He sat at the foot of the bed and spoke quietly.
"Sam, honey. It's time to go. We're going home."
"Thanks, daddy," she said quietly.
Quinn helped his daughter up and to the front of the Nurse's Office. Signing the proper papers, he walked slowly out to his car with Sam holding on tight to his waist.
After getting into the car, Quinn chose not to address the situation because he felt awkward. Instead, he chose to drive to their house without a word. Sam did say one thing, "Thanks for coming to pick me up and not asking why you needed to."
Quinn smiled back at the girl and made no response. Arriving at their house, Quinn assisted Sam into the living room and onto the sofa.
"I have to go back to work. Call me if there is a real problem. You have the medicine from the nurse, you have water, and there is soup in cupboard. Try to sleep. I'll be home when I can."
"Thanks, daddy. I love you."
Quinn gave his daughter a hug and whispered "I love you," back. He quietly left the house and back to his vehicle. He took the radio from its resting cradle and contacted Dispatch.
+574 is 10-7+
+10-4 574+
Trooper Quinn Hathaway
Florida State Police
Post 7, Sector 2
"Late For Work" (From Florida State Police PBEM - no longer active)
Date: February 01, 2005
Time: 0730 hours
Location: Sanford, headed towards Post 7 HQ
Quinn was sitting at a four way stop, waiting his turn, when a car going the opposite way, ran the stop sign, almost hitting another car and him.
"It's going to be one of those days," Quinn said as he flipped the sirens on and started to make his u-turn.
Headed in the proper direction, Quinn saw the car and tried to read the license plate. There wasn't one, though and that got Quinn to thinking that it was a stolen car and why he was not stopping.
+574 to Dispatch+
+Go ahead 574+
+Have a possible stolen vehicle. Am in pursuit+
+Copy 574. Do you request backup?+
+Not yet+
+10-4+
Quinn slammed the radio down and continued driving. Luckily, it was still early in the morning and a lot of traffic had yet to appear on the streets. He noticed the car take a turn into a luxury car dealership.
"Huh?" Quinn wondered aloud. He saw the car come to a stop and a man get out of the vehicle. Quinn followed the car into the parking lot and left his vehicle.
+574 is 10-73+
+copy 574+
Quinn ran into the office and found the man speaking with someone else. Quinn stepped up to him and the man cowered.
"I'm sorry, officer. I needed to get to work," he pleaded between breaths.
"Sir, you ran a stop sign, you were speeding and you were evading an officer. All three counts are punishable with jail time and fines."
"Please, I didn't mean to. I just needed to get the car back to the lot."
"Why?"
"I borrowed it last night to impress a girl. She likes nice cars, so I took one home. But I didn't want the General Manager to see that there was a car missing from the lot and report. So I had to get here before he did."
"When does he arrive?"
A man entered the office building looking around. "Is there a problem here, officer?" he said as he approached Quinn.
"Yes, sir. My name is Quinn Hathaway. I am with the Florida State Police. This man . . ." Quinn hadn't even gotten his name, so he pointed. "This man took one of the vehicles off of your premises last night for a date. However, in order to get it here before your arrival, he broke the law. Two traffic violations and evading an officer. I am going to have to arrest him."
The General Manager listened quietly as Quinn explained the situation. He sighed and then looked at the young suspect. "I'm sorry. You'll have to go with the officer."
Quinn moved behind the gentleman. "Place your hands on your head," he said taking his cuffs off of his belt. As Quinn was placing the cuffs on, he began to Mirandize the suspect.
As Quinn left with the suspect in front of him, the General Manager stopped them. "And, Roger, you're fired." The young man's face became dejected even more and he slouched as he was led out to Quinn's vehicle. Quinn opened the back door and placed him inside. Walking to the other side of the car, Quinn got in and radioed the station.
+574 to dispatch+
+Go ahead+
+Code 1, 574 is 10-19+
+10-4, 574+
Trooper Quinn Hathaway
Florida State Police
Post 7, Sector 2
Time: 0730 hours
Location: Sanford, headed towards Post 7 HQ
Quinn was sitting at a four way stop, waiting his turn, when a car going the opposite way, ran the stop sign, almost hitting another car and him.
"It's going to be one of those days," Quinn said as he flipped the sirens on and started to make his u-turn.
Headed in the proper direction, Quinn saw the car and tried to read the license plate. There wasn't one, though and that got Quinn to thinking that it was a stolen car and why he was not stopping.
+574 to Dispatch+
+Go ahead 574+
+Have a possible stolen vehicle. Am in pursuit+
+Copy 574. Do you request backup?+
+Not yet+
+10-4+
Quinn slammed the radio down and continued driving. Luckily, it was still early in the morning and a lot of traffic had yet to appear on the streets. He noticed the car take a turn into a luxury car dealership.
"Huh?" Quinn wondered aloud. He saw the car come to a stop and a man get out of the vehicle. Quinn followed the car into the parking lot and left his vehicle.
+574 is 10-73+
+copy 574+
Quinn ran into the office and found the man speaking with someone else. Quinn stepped up to him and the man cowered.
"I'm sorry, officer. I needed to get to work," he pleaded between breaths.
"Sir, you ran a stop sign, you were speeding and you were evading an officer. All three counts are punishable with jail time and fines."
"Please, I didn't mean to. I just needed to get the car back to the lot."
"Why?"
"I borrowed it last night to impress a girl. She likes nice cars, so I took one home. But I didn't want the General Manager to see that there was a car missing from the lot and report. So I had to get here before he did."
"When does he arrive?"
A man entered the office building looking around. "Is there a problem here, officer?" he said as he approached Quinn.
"Yes, sir. My name is Quinn Hathaway. I am with the Florida State Police. This man . . ." Quinn hadn't even gotten his name, so he pointed. "This man took one of the vehicles off of your premises last night for a date. However, in order to get it here before your arrival, he broke the law. Two traffic violations and evading an officer. I am going to have to arrest him."
The General Manager listened quietly as Quinn explained the situation. He sighed and then looked at the young suspect. "I'm sorry. You'll have to go with the officer."
Quinn moved behind the gentleman. "Place your hands on your head," he said taking his cuffs off of his belt. As Quinn was placing the cuffs on, he began to Mirandize the suspect.
As Quinn left with the suspect in front of him, the General Manager stopped them. "And, Roger, you're fired." The young man's face became dejected even more and he slouched as he was led out to Quinn's vehicle. Quinn opened the back door and placed him inside. Walking to the other side of the car, Quinn got in and radioed the station.
+574 to dispatch+
+Go ahead+
+Code 1, 574 is 10-19+
+10-4, 574+
Trooper Quinn Hathaway
Florida State Police
Post 7, Sector 2
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