Ready, Set. Train! (Nicky)

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Tag | Nicky Reagan - Boyle
Word Count | 259
Note | I know I don't have to apologize; but I am going to regardless. Sorry this is late. No excuse except laziness, hanging with friends and once again being sick. I am making a promise to both you and myself that I'm going to start being active again. Anyway, I don't know much about police academies or if I did this correctly; so please let me know if any of this information is correct.

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Casey’s eyes traveled to the sky watching as grey clouds rolled across the blood orange sun, which was just beginning to rise. Though the morning was just beginning, Casey could already tell that it was going to be another cold and rainy day. Sighing, theredhead put up her hoodie, and got out her phone, as it vibrated, letting her know that she had yet another text message. Making sure that her pathway was clear; she put on some Metallica and placed her phone back into her pockets of the sweatshirt and headed toward the local coffee shop.

Thirty minutes later found Casey with a piping hot cup of coffee as she stepped into the halls of the CPD Academy and headed toward the gym where they'd be doing their daily physical training routine. “Excuse me” She muttered as she bumped into one of the boys heading out and walked through the double doors of the gym before heading over towards her locker. Putting in her combination; Casey put her cell phone in with her purse before pulling off her sweatshirt; revealing a black tank underneath. With her stuff in her locker, Casey pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail and walked toward where the students were standing around the instructor. Her eyes scanned the crowd, trying to scout one of her new friends and smiled as she spotted Nicky standing to the side. She headed towards the pixy haired woman. “Nicky. How are you?” she asked, tossing the remains of the coffee in the nearby garbage can.

[Nicky Reagan - Boyle]

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This was the one class that Nicky was least looking forward to out of the lot of them. She had a level of fitness yes, she went jogging every week and went to the gym but this class. Physical training, it was going to kill her faster than any gun on the street could do she was convinced of that. How her uncle Danny had ever passed this part of the class she could only wonder. Nicky had stuffed her bag into the locker and changed into her gym clothes, the black leggings and grey tank top with her hair back as she wondered what torture the day had in store.

She never once had considered the fitness side when she had applied to the academy but surely she was learning that was just as important as the rest of it. Seeing Casey there Nicky smiling as she heard her asking how she was. “I’m good, not looking forward to class but you know. It could be worse.” She replied smiling at the woman. At least there was a friendly face there to go through this all with her, it was one of Nicky’s fears of doing this. That her name would give her no friends and no one would talk to her there.

Casey was great, they spoke and chatted and sure it was nice to see a friendly face around. “How about you? How are you doing?” Nicky asked as she motioned to the coffee cup in the garbage can. “Rough night or early morning?” Nicky asked chuckling quietly as she glanced at the instructor for a moment. Maybe the guy would be nice to them today, no hikes or hanging from your toes or ten thousand sit ups that felt like you had been stabbed several times over. A nice relaxing jog or a run at most she wondered.

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