I'll be around...be careful out there B
Bette starts her bike and puts her helmet on and then speeds away
After work Tasha walks into her house and throws her keys on the table, she walks into the living room looking through her mail and then walks over and pushes the button on her answering machine to listen to her messages. She smiles when she hears one from her dad and then one from Alice but she stops and pays close attention when she hears the third message.
Kim: Hey Tash...sorry it took me so long to get to your prints girl but I am so behind it's ridiculous...anyway I finally got to it. There were your prints of course and also Officer Gregory White's. Those were the only prints I could lift...I hope that helps girl, I'll talk to you later.
As soon as Tasha hears Gregs name she drops the mail she is holding and runs towards the front door while calling bet in the proccess....
Bette walks into the SWAT equipment room and sighs, she smiles when she sees Greg at his locker and makes her way over to her own.
Greg:(smiles) What's up B....shitty day huh?
Bette:(chuckles) Shitty doesn't even begin to describe it
Bette opens her locker and is getting ready to take her vest off but she feels her phone vibrating in her pocket so she pulls it out and brings it to her ear.
Bette: Hey T
Tasha: Bette it's Greg!
Bette creases her brows at her cousin
Tasha: It's fucking Greg Bette he is the dirty cop!
Bette cuts her eyes towards Greg who is now also paying close attention to her, he swallows hard when he hears his name on the other end of the phone. He looks around the room and sees a baseball bat the was used to practice for the spring game sitting next to his locker, he then glances towards Bette again and sees that she is going for her gun so he quickly picks the bat up and swings it and hits Bette in the chest, when she doesn't go down he swings and hits her again. Bette falls to the floor when Greg hits her the second time and her phone slides across the room.
Tasha: Bette!! Bette!!
Tasha looks at her phone when she doesn't hear anything and realizes that her phone has died.
She continues to speed down the street towards the police station with her siren blasting....
Bette lays on her back and looks up at Greg who has pulled his gun out. He reaches down and pulls Bette's gun from her holster and also reaches down and takes the gun that she keeps on her ankle.
Greg:(shakes his head) You and your fucking cousin just couldn't leave well enough alone could you? We had the fucking bad guys why couldn't you two just let the dirty cop shit go?
Bette is having a hard time breathing because of the two hits she just took to her ribs.
Bette: Greg...what the fuck are you doing?