Officer Hayes stands next to the chief's office door, his lip split where Rookie punched him, a smug expression on his face. He's already told his version. Already poisoned the well.
I square my shoulders and walk toward them, my thighs rubbing together, my panties a wet mess. Hayes's eyes track my movement, and I see satisfaction in them. He thinks he's won.
"Close the door," Chief Morrison says once I'm inside.
I do, then turn to face both men. Morrison is in his late fifties, gray hair, permanent scowl, the kind of cop who's seen everything and believes nothing. Hayes leans against the wall, arms crossed, playing the victim.
"Officer Hayes has made some serious allegations about your conduct today," Morrison begins, settling into his chair. "Want to tell me your side?"
I glance at Hayes, who smirks.
"Officer Hayes made unwanted advances during our patrol," I say, keeping my voice steady. "He put his hand on my leg. When I refused and exited the vehicle, he followed me and grabbed me. That's when a civilian intervened."
"That's bullshit," Hayes interrupts. "She freaked out for no reason, ran off like a scared little girl—"
"I'm not finished." I cut him off, meeting Morrison's eyes. "Officer Hayes grabbed both my arms and threatened me. He said no one would believe me because I'm new and he has twenty years of service."
Morrison's expression doesn't change. "And this civilian who intervened?"
"A biker. One of the Savage Riders."
Hayes scoffs. "She's lying, Chief. Probably fucking one of them and trying to cover it up by accusing me—"
"I've never met him before today." My voice rises despite my efforts to stay calm. My pussy clenches again, traitor that it is, at the memory of Rookie's body against mine. "He saw Officer Hayes assaulting me and stopped it."
"By assaulting a police officer," Morrison says flatly. "Hayes says this biker punched him in the face."
"After Officer Hayes reached for his weapon while threatening the civilian." It's a stretch of the truth, but not technically a lie.
"She's making this shit up!" Hayes pushes off the wall. "Chief, you know me. Twenty years I've served this department. This little bitch shows up for one week and suddenly I'm the bad guy?"
Morrison holds up a hand. "That's enough, Hayes."
But I can see it in his eyes. The calculation. The weighing of options. Hayes has seniority, connections, history with this department. I have one week and a story about unwanted advances that happens to coincide with a biker assault.
"Here's what's going to happen," Morrison says, leaning back in his chair. "Collins, you're on administrative duty until we sort this out. Desk work only. Hayes, you're back on patrol with a different partner."
"Chief—" I start to protest.
"That's not fair!" Hayes explodes at the same time. "She should be suspended!"
"I said that's enough." Morrison's voice cuts through the office like a whip. "Both of you, listen. Collins, if what you're saying is true, you'll need proof. Witnesses. Something more than your word against his."
"The biker," I say desperately. "He saw everything."
Morrison's eyebrows rise. "You want me to take the word of a Savage Rider? A known criminal organization?"
"They're not—" I stop myself. I don't actually know what they are. All I know is that Rookie stopped Hayes from assaulting me, and now I'm the one being punished for it.
"Bring him in," Morrison says suddenly. "This Rookie character. If he's willing to give a statement corroborating your version of events, we'll investigate further."
Hayes laughs. "He's not going to come in. Bikers don't talk to cops."
"Then Collins is out of options." Morrison looks at me. "You have forty-eight hours to bring him in. If you can't, or won't, then I have to assume Hayes's version is more accurate."
My throat tightens. "You're asking me to bring in someone who helped me?"
"I'm asking you to prove your allegations." Morrison's tone softens slightly. "Look, Collins, I know you're new. I know this job isn't what you expected. But if Hayes really did what you say, then we need evidence. Otherwise, it's he-said-she-said, and in that scenario, seniority wins."
