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29 January 2012 @ 11:59 pm
Numb3rs Fic: To Live and Die in L.A.  
Written for numb3rs100 Challenge January 2012 Rewind - South, Los Angeles, Combat, Crossfire


Title: To Live and Die in L.A.
Pairing/Characters: Nikki, OCs
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 400
Spoilers: Season 5
Summary: The life of an LAPD rookie in the ganglands of South Central L.A.
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ


307. South

These trash-strewn graffitied streets are the wrong kind of quiet tonight: dead, not calm.

Tensions brew like the toxic stew that spews from belching refineries.

Crude oil, crude words sprayed on long abandoned buildings left to the rats and claimed by the homeless.

Nikki rolls down the window of the squad car for some air, but her partner just shakes his head.

"Not here," he admonishes.

Bulletproof glass won't stop cop killer bullets she thinks, but she obeys.

She's the rookie.

It's her third month out of the Academy.

And her first night shift in LA's gangland.



170. Los Angeles

17th Street Mexicali, Z-Boyz, Los Angeles Angel-Killas...

Be careful wearing red, make sure you don't wear blue.

Gang colors flag her eye, but it's just a two jobs three kids single mother rushing past.

Despite dropping bodies life goes on here, the struggle to get by all they know.

A statue's been trashed and tagged. Nikki has no idea who they once were and why anyone here would care.

Bangers loiter by a corner liquor store, stare as she drives by slow, blow her nasty kisses.

Nikki down the block would have flipped them off.

But she's a cop now.



178. Combat

Code 6G: Gang Activity.

Nikki feels naked outside of the patrol car, clutching her Kevlar for comfort.

Will it be 417 Person with a Gun? Shooting in a Dwelling, 246? She longs for a mere Lewd Conduct, 288, and hopes if it's Homicide, 187, it's not her own.

This alley is a combat zone. She holds her gun with the approved grip, wishing her training had been twice as long and ten times more useful.

She's not ready; she shouldn't be here. 470 Forgery. She fights the urge to 480 Hit and Run.

415 Disturbance is what she feels inside.



211. Crossfire

Bullets fly overhead. Her partner clutches his bloody shoulder, reloads.

The squeal of sirens means backup's coming, but that will just even out the sides.

AK-47s strafe the squad car. Nikki returns futile fire, ducks behind some poor soul's ex-Jeep.

Parking's a bitch when your ride's caught in the crossfire.

She counts off in time with her heartbeats before she shoots again.

A pained cry says her bullet found its mark. A body falls from a second story window.

Blue and red are now flashing lights; cavalry's here, reclaiming those colors.

It's her first kill.

It won't be her last.

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Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on January 31st, 2012 05:07 am (UTC)
Confession
Title from the Wang Chung song from the movie of the same name, To Live and Die in L.A..

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
ladygray99ladygray99 on January 31st, 2012 05:33 am (UTC)
This is brilliantly written. I think the same part of your muse that wrote hotel royale wrote this. Gritty but poetic.
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