This is a very short sketchy story. I wanted to use some of the characters of CI to remember. Thanks for letting me indulge myself a little.

Chapter 1

A Race

Tracy watched as her partner shoved the man against the squad car and began to cuff him. Glancing down the busy street, her eyes caught a glimpse of mounted police. She smiled as the well trained horse moved around the cars with ease. She turned just in time to see the perp spin away from Ed, shoving him against a nearby light pole. He quickly moved, knocking her off her feet as the ran past her. Hitting the ground, she rolled, in a few moments was just a few strides behind her partner.

The young man wielded his way in and out of the crowd. Tracy paused a moment, her eyes fell on the riderless horse. The officer had made his way across the street, dismounted to speak with a cute young pedestrian. Running across the street, she snatched the reins from around the pole. In a quick hop, she was up in the saddle. The officer looked up in surprise as she winked, and reined the horse tightly around. A swift kick had him galloping down the street.

She rounded the corner just as the perp appeared running adjacent to them. Grabbing the lattigo that held the stirrup, she unhooked it, swinging it in her hand, she clubbed him with it between the shoulder blades. He fell to his knees just as she reined the horse in. Jumping off the horse, she pulled her handcuffs out. Yanking his arms around, she secured the cuffs on his wrists. Ed stopped leaning against the building on the corner, watching the scene. Satisfied that she had everything under control, he slightly bent over grabbing his knees as he huffed and puffed. "Damn, I'm too old for this."

Tracy looked over towards her partner, slightly grinning. "Not too bad for an old man."

She pushed her knee against the perps back until he grunted. Standing up, she grabbed the cuffs and brought him to a stand. The officer appeared out of the gathering crowd of on-lookers, quickly checking out his steed. Picking up the stirrup, he reattached it to the saddle. Ed pushed away from wall and stepped up next to his partner, slightly shoving the perp in front of them. He growled at the young man. "Don't make me run again."

Tracy rubbed the horse's nose. "Thanks old man."

Ed shook his head. "You know the Captain isn't going to be happy about this. He said no more escapades."

She grinned. "This wasn't an escapade, this was just catching a perp on the run."

He shoved the man again. "Yeah, he might not see it that way."

Ross sat with his arms folded across his chest glaring at the young officer in front of him. She stood at an attention, her hat rested in the crook of her arm. "You could have hurt a civilian. The perp is claiming that you were above and beyond aggressive."

She returned his glare. "I am a good rider. I didn't hurt him, just slowed him down a bit."

He wouldn't budge. "You took unnecessary risks."

"I caught the bad guy."

Danny rubbed his face, hiding the small smile behind his hand. "You could have gotten hurt." He shook his head, facing the inevitable. "Your Captain thinks it would be best if you take a week to think about this incident."

Tracy felt her spine tighten. "Why doesn't he tell me himself?"

Clearing his throat, Ross shot her a warning. "Make that two weeks."

She pursed her lips, wanting to say more, knowing the end result, she nodded. Moving around his desk he sat down. "You'll need to leave your weapon and your shield."

"Ah come on..." The words popped out before she could stop them.

"Three weeks, and now." He tapped the top of his desk. She pulled her weapon, making sure it was secure before she laid it on his desk. Pulling her shield from her belt, she placed it on his desk. He looked past her and saw Logan standing in the doorway. He motioned him in. "Logan?"

Grinning like a Cheshire cat, he greeted her. "So, this is the famous Dale Evans?"

Without looking up at the tall detective, her voice was low. "Anything else?"

Ross shook his head. "No, no, you're dismissed."

She turned, shooting a glance in Mike's direction. "I am not familiar with officer named Dale Evans, detective."

Danny smiled wanly as he watched her leave. "She's not from our era, detective."

Mike watched young, slender built officer her make her way towards the elevators. "At least she didn't pistol whip him."

The Captain leaned back in his chair carefully eying him. "What can I do for you, detective?"

Logan glanced at the top of the desk, noting the shield and weapon. "Nothing, I was just wondering what kind officer could cause all this hub-bub."

"Well, now you know." Ross' voice was dry and without amusement.

He nodded, moving towards the door. His voice was barely audible. "Barely."

Ross directed a stern look at him. "Let's leave it that way."

Surprised that he was heard, Logan didn't acknowledge the Captain's response. He stepped back into the squad room wondering what the connection was between this young officer and the Captain. He quietly stepped next to Eames' desk, watching the young officer waiting on the elevator. "So, who is she?"

Alex slightly jumped, not hearing Mike walk up. She followed his gaze. "Who's who? Oh, her? Rumor has it that she's the Captain's niece."

He rubbed his chin. "Well, that would explain it."

Goren cocked his head, shifting his glance from his friend to the elevators. "Explain what, Mike?"

Logan shook his head. Without answering, made his way back to his desk. Sitting down, he opened a notepad and began reviewing it. His mind drifted back to the scene in the Captain's office. She would get handled with kid gloves, if she were his niece. They'd want him to deal with her. He leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling.

Tracy visited the squad's gym two days later. She decided that a good workout would clear her head. Exiting the changing room, she draped the towel around her shoulders, taking a quick glance around the nearly abandoned gym and stepped on the treadmill. Straddling the machine, she pressed the play button on her I-Pod, turning the switch on the machine. Beginning at a mild pace, her breathing picked up, she turned the knob to a higher level. In her peripheral she saw someone step on the treadmill to her right. The pace of her neighbor quickly increased to a hearty jog.

Sweat began running down her back as she picked up her pace. She glanced to her right and found the tall detective from the Captain's office keeping pace with her. Though near the end of her usual thirty minutes, she increased the speed a little bit more, forcing herself to run. She gulped the air in, feeling her lungs fighting for each breath. Grabbing the handrails, she was about to reach up to cut the power, when a hand shot over and did it for her. The board hummed to a quick stop, sinking slowly to the treadmill, as she released a hand from the rail to mop her face with the towel, pulling the spuds from her ears, she looked over towards the detective. "Thanks."

Mike watched her with mild interest, as he turned his own off, slowing his pace until it came to a stop. "You looked like you were in trouble." Stepping from the treadmill, he extended a hand down, and she grabbed it, letting him pull her to her feet. Her legs slightly gave way as he let go. "Whoa!" Quickly taking her by her arms, he led her to a nearby bench. "You alright?"

Tracy mentally kicked herself, reaching into her pocket she pulled a piece of hard candy from her pocket. "Over did it." Her voice was barely audible, and her fingers shook as she unwrapped it. Popping into her mouth she closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall. His voice reached her ears. She couldn't tell if he was trying to be funny or serious. "Well, if that's all you eat, it's no wonder."

She glanced him. He was serious. She mopped her brow with the towel."High exertion, low sugar, hypoglycemia, tends to kick in. I know better, thought I could wait until after the workout before I ate."

Mike didn't respond, he looked around the gym noting that they were alone. He began to feel uneasy. "Do you want me to call your uncle?"

"Uncle?" She looked at him confused.