A few months ago, I wrote about a rookie cop on our squad who was undergoing the trial-by-fire that can be Midnight Shift. The final four days of his one year probationary period were last week. On the fourth night, he seemed a little overwhelmed. Our business was heavy and the manpower was short.
The New Guy went call to call for the whole ten hours and into OT without a break or meal. I ended up on most of his dispatches. Early on, he assisted with arresting the suspect at a bar fight. He came back in service from that to handle a domestic battery in one of our plentiful trailer parks. A seriously intox male had bitten his girlfriend in the face. Unfortunately ho-hum for the mobile homes.
“Is your name Timmy or Timothy?” asked New Guy. The drunk replied, “Timmy…” And slowly added, “…theee.” The suspect was so under the influence, he just stood there swaying, eyes closed, making little crab-claw motions with his hands. He admitted to biting his Beloved, who now sported fresh teeth marks. New Guy and I threw Timmy-theee in handcuffs. This was just the rookie’s second report of the night.
New Guy got started on the paper until the wagon arrived to transport the biter to County Jail, but more calls were holding and rookie had to go en route to the next scene. After a few back-ups, perimeters, and one additional police report taken, New Guy hit the jackpot Continue reading










