Alcohol and Assault

There is a call of a fight. I am not assigned, but fall in behind the primary officer as he goes code.
I arrive to see the Sgt. attempting to pull someone out of the trailer.
I step in and start pulling a female out. The Sgt and primary deal with the people on the inside.

A female, covered in spit and sweat, smelling of alcohol, charges the door, past the Sgt and primary. I let the first female go, who is cooperative and calm and grab the charging female.

The charging female (we are going to call her banshee), wants away from everybody.
"I am getting the f#$K out of her".
I grab her and she falls face first on the deck and now is trying to crawl away from me. I sit on her, while the other officer gloves up. Banshee is now clinging to the deck to prevent me from handcuffing her, squirming like a drunken fish.

I pry her arm and I slide with her on her back, down the steps, into a snow pile. Where my partner L, puts handcuffs on her. L cuffs her and then goes inside to help Sgt. Banshee is unfriendly and loud, after a couple minutes she calms down a little. I get her out of the snow and lean her against the trailer.

Banshee is concerned about her contact and then I see her arm jerk forward and her right arm is out of the cuffs and she is checking for her contact. I call for L and grab her arm and put her to the ground, while L assist in re-cuffing her.

Again I wait for her to calm down, before letting her up. L has gone inside again to assist Sgt.
I am trying to talk to Banshee.
That's when I get a present. Banshee mule kicks me in the left shin.
She goes to the ground again and struggles against me. I hold her down arms up. L comes out and ask what we are doing on the ground.
-She kicked me
I show him the perfect print from her shoe on my pant leg.
L gets called to another place, stating he always miss the fun stuff.

Primary comes out says Banshee is going on Detox hold.
-she kicked me too.
"Ok, grab your car I'll watch her."
Banshee becomes hysterical. Screaming and spitting, while I bring my car up for the transport.

Primary ask for my spit hood. Banshee is spitting and squirming. The hood goes on and she becomes dead weight. We drag her to the car.
Banshee starts slamming her head into the plexiglass partition and spitting through the mask.
"I am going to f$#king kill you, you white racists f#$kers".
We seat belt her in, tight so she can slam her head into the glass.
I am en route to the jail. I let them know she is uncooperative. Banshee is screaming at the top her lungs. Dispatch can barely hear me. I go with my lights on. Banshee is kicking and spitting.

"I hope your wife dies, your kids dies, your mom dies etc"

I apologize to the jail.
-I didn't cook her, she was already upset.
Banshee continues her performance and is put in a holding cell.

I charge her with the assault and detox hold her.

I leave and 45 minutes later I call the jail, I can hear her wailing in the background.

Lady in the night

It's slow.
I assist OSP on a traffic stop. I am talking with the training officer shadowing the primary officer.
Across the street I see a couple walking through the parking lot. They are together and then go behind a snow bank. Then I see the female waling one way and the male the other. They are exchanging middle fingers as they walk their separate way.

I clear the traffic stop and do one of my own. I am flagged down by a guy.
"There is a young lady by the store. She is bleeding and crying".
-thanks
I clear the stop and go to the store.
"She just left going that way. She was crying and bleeding, but would not let me help her."
-thanks

I call out I am looking for possible assault victim in area.

I find her shortly after. She doesn't want to talk to me. She doesn't want to stop walking. She is crying and her lip is split open in the corner.
It takes me three minutes to get her stop walking, so I can see the lip. It takes another 3 minutes to get her id.
She fell. It was her I saw earlier. I ask who he was. She won't say. She fell. It is not an injury from a fall. She wants to go to her sisters. She refuse medical. She refuses to say who "He" is, but she going to move back to Washington. I offer advise, counseling, medical etc.
"I'm fine"
She won't tell me anything more, but thanks me and walks to her sister's house.

Nothing I can do. someone punched her. there was no fall.

An hour later the Hospital calls with possible assault victim and another officer is assigned. I call them and give them the update. The officer checks in, but gets the story.
"I fell, when 3 guys burst into my male friends house. I am not saying anything else."

She knows he hit her, but she won't say. Most likely it will happen again.
Nothing I can do.

,28% in a barrel

I had a reserve officer with me for a whole shift. All night I tried to find something interesting for him. Nothing, until the last couple hours we are going a down a residential street. There is a car half way in a driveway blocking the lane. I assume it is a person dropping someone off and stop so they can pull out safely. The car pulls out and parks in the lane and turns the light off.

I pull even with the car motion for him to roll down his window.
-you can't park here, it's a traffic hazard-
the driver looks as responsive as a puppet. he turns, slowly looks at me and doesn't say anything.

the reserve even recognizes it. "he is wasted"
reverse, pull my car behind the guy's vehicle and turn on the lights.

-hey whats going on?-
"trying to get home"
-you don't live here? why did you park here?
"I don't live here. I just don't think i should drive anymore"
-how much you had to drink
"2 beers"

He fumbles his paperwork, he has been drinking. He says he will do the test. He fails 18 out of 18 idicator. There is a 6 cold beers in the car.

I take him to jail. He is sorry. He says he is a good guy and has kids. I ask him if he would want someone in his conditions driving near his kids.
He is silent and begins crying, "no, i shouldn't be driving"

he blows a .28% at 9 PM. he is worried he has a job interview at 8 am about an hour a way. He won't make it. His car was towed and he won't be sober enough to be released in time.

I ask how much he really had. "2 beers, 2 glasses of wine and 2 margaritas" in less than two hours. the guy isn't big enough to handle that volume of alcohol

I have had several people "comment" during traffic stops.
"don't you have anything better to do?"
4 murders in the last year and 25+ related traffic fatalities in the past year, in our area (not to mention injuries etc).
i would say traffic enforcement is important.

Walking

It turns out that besides the 50% calls that are people being over protective, that there are real concerned people actually calling in.

I had a call of a drunk man walking a little girl on the bike path. Here is the sad part, no uncommon. The bad part is that he has passed out. I drop my impound (just the ticket and let the license driver take the car) and rush over. I get to the area and get flagged down
"He went that way" I drive to the next street.
"He went that way" I drive down the next street.
"He went into house." I drive up to the house.
"He is right there"

Sure enough there is the man, stumbling around the yard. The little girl is nearby. Mom of the girl (and girlfriend of the man) comes from out behind the house and wants to know what is going on.
He is wasted and can't talk, Mom interprets. He doesn't want to cooperate. I explain what is going on and explain the quicker he cooperates the faster I will be gone.
He has a warrant, I hook him and cover is on his way. People start to come out of the house demanding to know what is going on. Cover arrives the people step back. I search him, pulling out stuff from his pocket and putting it on the back of the car. I pull out a pill from his pocket. He leans over quick like a chicken and puts the pill in his mouth. I bend him over the trunk while the other officer squeezes his mouth like a pimple. The family goes nuts "You are hurting him."

STAY BACK! comes the yells.
Another unit is requested as well as medical.
Man is so drunk he passes out, limp to the ground. I put him on his side. I sternum rub him and he wakes up. I ask the family what meds he takes and what they look like. They describe the pill he took for his back and heart trouble.

Everything gets calm. I put him in the car and let girlfriend say goodbye, before jail.

We get to the jail he says he wants to box, I remind him I let him talk to his girlfriend, he says he will box me next time. Never get guy upset before jail, the deputies hate it. Unfortunately, he passes out again in booking, wakes up and evidently requesting his shoes means "I WANT TO BOX" and his is escorted to a sobering cell.

Cars

Rule is that if a officer with more seniority has a favorite or usual car. It's their car. They take car of it, in their mind they own it. They get first and second crack at it. Why? they have been there and it's a perk. It goes to the old saying never rub another mans rhubarb.

I barely have time to write. It has been my long work week, 5 nine hours shifts with two days off. The two days consisted of getting an offer on our house and taking the dog in for surgery on her other knee. The people want to buy the house by the 31st, so things have kicked into gear. We got the last bit of stuff out of the house, when we took the dog over for surgery.

The dog started limping on the other leg as soon as she healed from the first surgery. So we took her to get the other leg done. Turns out the surgeon had to take the dog to a specialist to make sure it wasn't her back before he could operate. It turns out it's just the knee and we have to reschedule the surgery another week, hopefully the weather will cooperate.

Holidays

Holidays away from work were great.

The work angle was not as festive.
Christmas only had myself and one other officer. He got the Christmas body. Christmas brought the relatives who hadn't seen the brother for two weeks and discovered their brother dead. They go see him on Christmas and find him. No family time just hours speaking with an officer, waiting and making arrangements.

New Years brought the call from from another department, requesting contact with a lady. Her father has passed and they want personal contact. I get to drive out into the night to tell Jane her father is dead. I knock and announce, can I come in? I have some bad news. You need to call your sister. Is there anything I can do for you?
I stand around while they call family and cry. I stand there. There is nothing I can do. I give my condolences. I can't do anything. Then I get to leave, off to the next call, leaving Jane with her daughter and her grief.

I also get the call. MJ got my old job. MJ is excited, no longer working a tolerable job, he will get to do LE and the thrill. MJ thanks me for the reference and the push for him.