Hey there! Another chapter for this little story! In this one, Christa meets Shaw who returns to duty! And I apologize if it seems something else could've been added in this chapter... you're right. I had this chapter finished for a few days, but I didn't upload it right away because it felt like something was missing. But I couldn't think of anything else for this so I'm uploading it as is. Hope you still like it.

OCs belong to me and Angelgirl16290.

Chapter 2: Shaw Returns

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

The annoying beeping of her alarm clock made Christa groan as she rolled over in bed and shut it off. She sat up in bed, pushing back some of her blonde and green hair that got into her face.

"Time to get ready for work." Christa said, getting out of bed and instantly getting ready.

After putting on a black long sleeve Ed Hardy shirt, blue jeans, and black boots, Christa grabbed her purse and badge and was about to head out the door when her cell phone rang. She reached into her purse and took it out to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Hey Christa!" Joslin answered on the other line.

"Hey Joslin." Christa greeted. "I'm just about to head out the door."

"Oh good! I'm on my way to work right now, but I want to ask you something." Joslin said.

"What is it?" Christa asked.

There was a few second pause before Joslin asked, "…Are you wearing something sexy today? Like a short skirt or a sort of revealing shirt?"

Christa sighed at her perverted friend, "Joslin, if this is about me dressing sexy to catch a guy's eye-"

"Guess that's a no?" Joslin asked. "Who knows? Maybe that Shaw guy will be hot…"

"I'll see you at the station, Joslin." Christa hung up the phone and shook her head as she walked out the door.

Christa arrived at the station and as she got up to the second floor, she didn't see anyone different in there. All the same people she's known for a month, no guy she hasn't seen. She walked over to her cubicle and turned on her computer.

"Knew it. No sexy stuff." Joslin said, appearing next to Christa.

Christa shook her head again, "You know I do not have anything sexy to wear and if I did, I wouldn't wear it to work. Especially if it's to gain attention of guys."

"Aw! You're no fun anymore, Christa!" Joslin whined. "I remember how fun you were back at the academy!"

"Well I have things to focus on, Jos." Christa said. "And you still are my friend, but sometimes work is more important." She then changed the subject. "Has Shaw arrived yet? Do you know?"

"I just arrived five minutes ago, so I don't think so." Joslin shook her head.

Christa nodded her head and sat at her computer. A little while later however, she and everyone else in the room saw Wilson walk in with a smile on his face.

"Everyone, please welcome back… Detective John Shaw!" Wilson announced proudly.

Everyone began clapping and it was then a man who looked to be in his late 20s or early 30s walked in. He had short dirty blonde hair slicked back, blue eyes, and was wearing a black short sleeved button-up shirt and blue jeans. This was who everyone was talking about, this was John Shaw.

John smiled as he walked in, looking somewhat surprised at the reaction everyone was giving him. "Wow, just a month ago everyone wouldn't talk to me. But after getting scum like my former partner Burke behind bars, I guess I gained everyone's trust again. …Guess all I can say is… Thank you."

The clapping started again and as John was speaking to Wilson, Joslin looked on.

"So that's Shaw? The guy who was stuck in a lockdown and went through all hell?" Joslin asked. "I expected him to look more threatening. What do you think, Christa?"

Joslin turned to look at Christa and she was a bit surprised by what she saw. Christa was staring in awe at the direction of John. Her mouth was slightly open and her eyes were wide.

"That's Shaw?" Christa thought as she continued to stare.

"Sullivan! Neidhart! Come here for a second!" Wilson snapped Christa out of her thoughts as he called for them.

Christa got up from her desk and walked over to Wilson and John with Joslin following her. "Yes sir."

"Detective Shaw, this is Detective Christa Sullivan and Officer Joslin Neidhart. Both came here during the department transfer and Sullivan happens to be one of the best detectives we have right now." Wilson introduced them.

"Oh yeah, I heard about you on the radio yesterday." John commented, shaking Christa's hand. "You busted that drug guy on your first day as detective, huh?"

"Y-yeah, that was me…" Christa chuckled nervously, something that was unlike her.

"Well it's good to meet you, Captain." John shook Wilson's hand.

"Same with you, Shaw." Wilson smiled. "I shall be getting back to my office. Call me if you need anything." Wilson walked out and headed back to his office on the third floor.

"I shall get to work as well. Nice meeting you girls." John nodded at Christa and Joslin before walking to his cubicle, which was only a few cubicles away from Christa's.

"What was that, Christa? I've never seen you so nervous." Joslin asked.

Christa watched John as he walked to his cubicle and sat down. She said quietly to herself, "Holy shit… "

"Uh oh…" Joslin saw this and smirked.

"What?" Christa snapped out of it and looked at her.

"Someone's been smitten by the love bug…" Joslin teased in a sing-song voice.

"No I have not!" Christa quickly said.

"You're eying him like a love struck schoolgirl. It's obvious it's love at first sight for you." Joslin continued to smirk.

"First off, I don't believe in love at first sight, it does not exist. Secondly, I'm just surprised that's the type of guy Shaw is." Christa explained.

"In other words… you're intrigued by him?" Joslin asked.

"Intrigued, maybe. But absolutely NOT in love with him already!" Christa said, sitting back down.

Joslin chuckled with a slight scoff, "Yeah right. I bet you fifty bucks that by this day in two weeks, you'll ask him out on a date."

"Bet accepted, because there is no way in hell that will happen." Christa grinned and shook Joslin's hand.

Later that day, Christa made her way down to the shooting range. Whenever she didn't have a case to work on, she would always go down to the shooting range to practice on her gun in case she needed it. After putting on the protective glasses and the earplugs, she pressed the button on one of the paper targets and it moved down the range a few feet. Christa held up her gun and shot it six times before moving the target back up to the start. She got four bullets near the middle and two on the head.

"Four out of six, not bad." Christa said.

".40 Calibur? Not a bad choice; I use that one too." A voice was heard behind Christa, surprising her. She turned around and it was John walking into the range with his own gun.

"Yeah, been using this since getting out of the academy." Christa said.

"As I said, good choice. Helped me survive a night of a hellish lockdown." John said, pressing the button on a target the same time Christa did with hers again. Before he started shooting, he commented, "You don't seem like the type of girl who would go for a job as a police officer."

Christa rolled her eyes at that comment, "Gee, I've never heard that one before." She said sarcastically.

"I don't mean it as an insult." John said. "It's just different from what I see in the police force. Most women I see in this career just look the same, nothing unique about them. You are probably the most unique I've seen since working here."

"You mean with my hair, tattoos, slight semi-Goth makeup, and piercings?" Christa asked.

John nodded, "Some people think that type of look is what criminals look like, but you being here with the police and looking like that can show not all people who look like that are bad people. I know that for a fact anyway. Looks can be deceiving in this world."

Christa was relieved to hear that coming from him, glad that he didn't think of her as a freak. "Thanks." She shot two bullets and asked, "Everyone talked about what you did a month ago, but never said any specifics. What happened that night?"

John gave a bit of a sigh before answering, "It happened right after I came back from taking a bullet after my rookie partner lost his life. I was looking at evidence from a recent drug bust my old partner Burke did. Turns out he was working with George Freemont, the drug lord behind the drug crime and he killed him. Burke found out I had the evidence, so he and a few other corrupted cops put the building into lockdown after tricking everyone out of the building with a fire alarm. They framed me for killing a cop who Burke shot and they tried to kill me. But I used all twelve rounds in this gun and everything around me to get back at them, survive, and bring Burke to justice. I got out of the building with two gunshot wounds; one in my arm and one in my torso, but I survived."

"Wow… that is amazing." Christa said. "I know I probably wouldn't be able to do that."

"I didn't think I would either, but I did it." John said. "So what about you? How long have you been in the police force?"

"I've been in this department for only a month, since that lockdown happened. But I've been doing this job for two years." Christa said. "And as you know, I just recently got promoted to Detective." She fired three bullets. "I'm surprised I was promoted this fast."

"You do seem like a hard worker from what Wilson told me, I think you deserve it. And who knows? Maybe we'll work on a case with each other one day." John said.

"I hope so." Christa said to herself. She turned and watched as John fired his gun at the target, and couldn't help but noticed how strong he looked doing it. What she didn't realize was a small blush forming on her face. She shook her looking off and finished shooting her rounds. After she finished, she took her gun and put the target back to the front. "I'm going to head back up and do some work if I have any."

"Alright, see you up there." John said, shooting off his last shots as Christa left the range. He pressed the button moving the target back to him, showing almost all his shots were in the middle, right on target.

Meanwhile in the city prison, two figures walked out of the building. Their appearances could not be seen due to them hiding, but one of them was seen in handcuffs.

"I have no idea how the hell you were able to convince them to get me out of here." One of the men said.

"I told you, I really am a cop… at least for now." The other man chuckled, unlocking the man's cuffs. "I told them I was taking you to another prison since this one was so cramped up. By the time they notice you're not at the prison I said I would be taking you, our revenge will already be complete."

"Now that you got me out, what about others? Will we have others help us out in this?" The man asked.

"Well good news, I do have people who can help out, people I used to work with back in the day. Bad news is… they won't be here for another two weeks." The other said.

"Two weeks?! Are you kidding me?! I want to get my revenge on Shaw now! That asshole should be dead!" The man shouted.

"Shh! Shh! Calm down, you will get it. The wait will be worth it, I promise." The other man whispered.

"I hope so… this better not fail like last time." The man grumbled. "Shaw needs to be gone after what he did!"

"Actually…" The other man thought for a minute. "There's another person that I think should join in on this fun with Shaw."

"And who is that?" The man asked.

A picture of Christa in her old officer's uniform was seen, "Detective Christa Sullivan, she's that type of girl who thinks she's so tough and gets everything. I've been watching her for quite some time now. Why don't we throw her in with Shaw and she can show us how tough she really is?"

The man was heard chuckling, "I don't mind that actually, adding another player to our little game. And with Shaw having another partner with him, he'll be more worried about trying to keep her safe this time then killing us."

"Then it's settled. In two weeks, we'll put this into action." The other man laughed. "Enjoy these two weeks, Shaw and Sullivan. They will be your last."

Well well, seems Christa is intrigued by the brave detective. How intrigued by him is she really though? That's the question. And who are those guys at the end? I know one thing, trouble is coming! Next chapter will come whenever!