End of Watch

(A/N: Hello back again with another story here. I know I've got a lot going on and other stories to tend too, but I just had to write this. I saw Straight Outta Compton the other day and it was an amazing movie. A must see if you ask me. It's crazy to see that not much has changed over the last 20 to 30 years where police relations with the black community are concerned. Also how black on black violence in African American communities, especially in inner cities, is still at an all time high; at least where I live it is. If any of you have read the bio on my profile page then you know that I am from the nations capital, Washington D.C. For those of you that didn't, LOL that's where I'm from. I don't live by the white house or downtown in the tourist areas. I live on the south side of the city in a section called South East. Though any part of the city could be considered dangerous; South East is where the most crime and violence happens in my city. We've had 97 homicides since the year began, with the majority of them being in South East. To some of you that might not sound like much, depending on where you're from. To some of you that might sound outrageous. To me it's crazy. D.C. is a small city but we have projects and hoods just like most inner cities and in some cases, counties do. And we still deal with racism and prejudice where our police department is concerned. The police, white police officers, black police officers, Latino, have harassed almost all of my close friends male and female, it doesn't matter the color of the officer. I've been a victim of harassment by the police myself. And I am a black female and damn proud of it LOL. But that's not to say that all cops are bad. I've met some very nice cops, the kind that are out there to actually protect and serve the people of this city. But the majority of cops that I've come across have been nothing but disrespectful, prejudice, smug assholes. Not fiction but a fact on my part. I think that until you've been constantly harassed by the police or anyone in authority, you won't understand a communities frustration or hatred of them. Just my opinion. Also I've met my share of bad boys, drug dealers, hood girls, and thugs whatever you want to call them too. Not everyone is made to live that lifestyle, some people have enough sense to get out, and some don't. To those that don't, they deserve what they get. I hate when people get caught in the crossfire though, and that happens more often than not. This story will feature all types of characters. And like I said earlier I have met some good cops too. This story that I'm about to share with you will attempt to shed a light on both sides of the scenario. But in order for this to be an honest and upfront story certain things will have to take place. This story will take place in D.C. but not in Georgetown or downtown by the White House, like most of the stories involving Scandal do. This story in particular, will be set in the less glamorous part of town, the hood. And I want to keep it as real as possible. There will be a lot of swearing, violence and there will be usage of the N word. Whatever your feelings on the word may be; it is a part of the culture, especially in this particular story. If it offends you or makes you uncomfortable I'm sorry in advance. You don't have to read this story if it's very offensive to you. But it will be in this story. I just wanted to warn you before you read it. I must admit, I'm kind of nervous about putting this story out, but I'm going to do it anyway. This story will center on Olivia, Fitz and Harrison. For Harrison you'll see why, he and his group of friends might give you a Boys in the Hood kind of vibe LOL. Also for any type of fans of Jake, this story is definitely not for you, he will be bashed unapologetically LOL. And even though I'll try my best to incorporate most of the Scandal characters in this story, there will be a lot of other characters in this story as well. Because even though Scandal's lead is a black female, there aren't that many black characters on the show. No shade, just truth LOL. Some D.C. slang will be used in this story. I'll attempt to explain most of the terminology either before or after the chapter. If I forget too explain the terms just mention it in a review or PM or something and I'll explain it in an author's note for the next chapter. Whatever your personal feelings about cops or bad boys/hood thugs may be, I ask that you put them aside when reading this story. The story wasn't created to dissuade your opinion either way, but I have to be honest in this story. It will be based partially on what I've seen growing up in this city and some of what I've gone through. No it is not an autobiography LOL. Just me throwing in some personal experiences every now and then. I try to stay away from talking about race in my stories, but some things need to be addressed I believe. I think that if there were more conversations about race relations, then more people would understand other cultures instead of passing judgement on them with no knowledge of why certain people act the way they do. LOL ok I think I've talked enough, let's get on with this story shall we. And I do hope that everyone who reads this story enjoys it. That is truly what I write for ;-)

Summary: Fitz and his partner Huck work hard as police officers to protect and serve the people of Washington D.C. Olivia and her family come from a different side of town; the side that doesn't actually trust the police. When the two meet, they bring they're worlds together while trying to deal with the chaos around them.

"Just Another Day In The Life"

"Damn Cuz when you gon get this raggedy ass piece of shit fixed?" asked Harrison as he attempted to open the back door on the passenger's side of his friend's car. It refused to open the first two times he pulled on the door handle and the third time he pulled on it, the door squeaked as it opened. He pulled on it slowly, afraid it might fall off. The driver, his friend T.J. turned around in his seat and said.

"Fuck you bitch at least I got a car, the fuck you riding in your feet nigga," he joked. Their other two friends, Marcus and Rico laughed as they all got in the car.

"So I'd rather walk then drive this piece of shit, what year is this mother fucker 1975?" asked Harrison, looking around the car as he teased his friend T.J. Their friends laughed again.

"Yeah nigga, same year I was fuckin your mother." A round of ohh's and damn's followed T.J.'s comment. Harrison's only response was to put up his middle finger in the rear view mirror for T.J. to see. T.J. laughed at that.

T.J.'s car was a 1994 Nissan Maxima. He worked hard all summer to save up the money to get it. And even though the car had a lot of issues and needed body work, he was very proud to have it. He was the only one of his friends with a car.

"Are ya'll two done?" asked Rico as T.J. started the car. It stalled for a bit before cutting all the way on. "I'm hungry as shit let's go dammit." Harrison rolled his eyes. T.J. pulled off and headed to the nearest McDonalds. After the boys got some food they sat in the parking lot at the McDonalds and ate.

"Aye Marcus, you gon do my homework right Moe?" asked Rico. Marcus was the smartest one of the group and also one of the smartest students at their school, but he was also a huge class clown. His joking nature often got him into more trouble at school than it was worth.

Marcus looked back at Rico from the passenger's side and said. "Yeah bruh as long as you paying." Rico smacked his teeth and dismissed Marcus with a wave of his hand.

"What? Nigga we supposed to be boys, the fuck am I paying you for?" he asked offended. Marcus smiled and said.

"You right we boys." Rico nodded satisfied with that answer until Marcus said. "I'll give you the family and friends discount my nigga." Harrison and T.J. laughed at that. Rico glared at Marcus and said.

"Fuck you nigga, you ain't shit." All of them laughed at that.

The boy's conversation quickly shifted to sports and all of them were engaged in a heated debate on the Redskins vs. the Cowboys when Harrison felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulled it out and smiled hard when he saw whom it was from. Rico was arguing his point from the backseat when he noticed that Harrison stopped talking and was actively texting on his phone. Rico tried to sneak a peak at Harrison's phone but Harrison pulled it away before he could see who it was from.

"Who you texting nigga!" he asked loudly causing the other two boys in the car to stop their debate and look back at Harrison.

"None of your business," was Harrison's response. Marcus smirked at the other boys before turning around in his seat to snatch the phone from Harrison.

"I love you too bae, you know you the only one for me," read Marcus in a sappy voice as he kept the phone from Harrison. Rico was holding Harrison back as he struggled to get to his phone in the front seat.

"Gimme my phone back bitch!" yelled Harrison loudly as he struggled against Rico's hold on him.

"You was texting Kim huh, you ole champ ass nigga," said Rico as he held onto Harrison tighter. Kim was Harrison's girlfriend of three months and one of the best looking girls at their high school.

"I still don't know how you pulled that one boy. Kim is bad as shit. The fuck she doing wit you man?" asked T.J.

Harrison finally shook free of Rico and snatched his phone back from Marcus before he could read anymore of his texts. He put his phone back in his pocket and sat back in his chair before responding.

"Cus I'm that nigga, when will you realize that man?" he asked. T.J. rolled his eyes, Marcus laughed and Rico scoffed.

"I don't see why you tied down to one girl anyway. We sixteen and seventeen years old man there's plenty of pussy out there waiting to be tapped, but you stuck on one," said Rico shaking his head not understanding.

"I'd be stuck on her too nigga," joked T.J. Marcus laughed then said.

"Naw I'd be stuck on his sister." Harrison rolled his eyes.

"Shut the fuck up man my sister don't want your young, ugly broke ass nigga."

"Besides Frankie'll never let that shit happen," said T.J.

"Nigga I'm cute," said Marcus checking himself out in the mirror. "And Fuck Frankie, they ain't together no more." Marcus looked at Harrison in the mirror and said. "Aye H tell your sister I said what's up," joked Marcus while licking his lips in the mirror.

"Shut the fuck up," scoffed Harrison.

"You wont say that shit to Frankie's face though," said T.J. seriously as he looked at Marcus. Marcus rolled his eyes and waved him off

"Speaking of Frankie, ya'll niggas got his money?" asked Rico.

Russell Franklin or "Frankie" as he liked to be called ran the drug game in their neighborhood and he often distributed to the younger boys in the hood to go out a sell for profit. He was a cool dude, but not someone you wanted to cross.

"Fuck no," said T.J. Marcus shook his head as well. Harrison shrugged.

"I don't sell for that nigga," he said. Harrison was a basketball star at their high school and chose not to get caught up in the dope game. Partly because of his position on the team; but mostly because of his sister.

"Well we do and we need to have his fucking money," exclaimed Rico. "How much ya'll got man?" he asked the two boys in the front as he started searching his pockets.

Marcus and T.J. both searched their pockets, even though they knew they wouldn't have enough. Harrison sat back in his chair and watched them. After a few minutes of searching and pulling out what they had they both looked at Rico and shook their heads indicating that they didn't have enough. Rico rolled his eyes and groaned as he tried to think of a solution to their problem.

"Shit man Frankie's gonna break my fucking kneecaps," whined T.J.

"Shut your crybaby ass up," said Rico harshly.

He was the hardest of the group. He was 6'1", muscular, built but not overly big. He skin tone was lighter than the other boys and he had long dreads that reached the middle of his back and light brown eyes. He was a good-looking boy and had a lot of girls after him. He often took advantage of that. But he was also the definition of a thug. He had a, don't give a fuck attitude and had been expelled from two middle schools when he was younger. He also did some time in juvenile detention. And Harrison and the boys even believed that he had a gun. Though none of them knew fore sure. But Rico was the most loyal friend you could ask for, he was always there for them when they needed him and he always looked out for the boys.

"I'm serious Moe, this the second time Imma be late wit his money. First time he gives you a warning, the second time he gets his niggas to start breaking bones man," said T.J. whining again. Marcus sighed knowing full well that what T.J. said was true.

"You a bitch ass nigga," said Rico not feeling any sympathy for T.J. "Now shut the fuck up and lemme think." Harrison sighed this time. Whenever Rico tried to think of a solution to any of their problems it always ended up making the situation worse.

"Why don't ya'll just wait for him to ask you for the money and lay low till then," suggested Harrison.

"Shut the fuck up H!" yelled all of them together. Harrison laughed. Rico sat up straight as an idea came to his mind.

"Ya'll know that corner store on 15th?" he asked. The boys nodded and Harrison rolled his eyes already knowing where this was going.

"You talking bout Gigi's?" asked Marcus looking back at Rico. Rico nodded.

Gigi's was a corner store located in an area not too far from where all the boys lived. Gigi's was owned by a middle age Korean couple that were often blatantly racist. The store got robbed a lot a few years ago but they had cameras now. It was a little harder to rob them now without being caught, but not impossible.

"What about Gigi's" asked Harrison already getting a bad vibe from this.

"Let's hit that joint up and get what the fuck we need. I know they keep at least six hundred in the register," said Rico confidently.

"Nigga how the fuck you know that?" asked T.J. skeptically.

"Cus Peanut and that nigga Tyreek hit that joint up a few weeks ago." Harrison shook his head as he saw the boys considering this information.

"I ain't going," he said starting to open the car door. "This aint got shit to do with me and I aint doing this shit." Rico grabbed his arm holding him back.

"Come on nigga we need you. T.J. gotta keep the car parked around the corner running, and Marcus gotta watch the door. Besides you the fastest outta all of us," he argued.

"I don't give a fuck, I'm not doing it," he argued back yanking his arm out of Rico's grasp.

"Come on H if I don't get this money Frankie's gonna fuck me up," said T.J. pleadingly. Harrison shrugged.

"Stop being a bitch H, what you scared for?" asked Rico.

"He scared of his sister," said Marcus knowingly. Harrison glared at him.

"No I'm not, shut the fuck up Marcus," said Harrison starting to get out of the car again.

"Yes you are punk, you can't step one toe outta line or Olivia's gonna get in that ass boy," joked Rico.

"Fuck you nigga, I ain't scared of her!" said Harrison forcefully getting in Rico's face. Rico stared him down glaring as well and said.

"Prove it then."

Fitz and his partner Huck were in their squad car patrolling the Congress Heights area of South East D.C. It was by far one of the worst areas in the city as far as violence and crime were concerned. A lot of the officers at his station hated patrolling this particular area of the city because there was always a call. Neither Fitz nor Huck was bothered by this area. Huck grew up in the city in an area not unlike Congress Heights. And Fitz wanted to do his job and protect the people of D.C., all parts.

So far the day had been quiet. That was a rare occurrence especially in this part of the city. Something was always happening. So while they were a little relieved for the down time, Fitz and Huck both stayed on alert.

"How's Javi?" asked Fitz as Huck drove around. Javier was Huck's one-year-old son with his wife Quinn.

"Ahh he's good man, and growing like a weed," said Huck his face lighting up. "I told Quinn that she needs to stop feeding him whatever he wants, but she's all like "I'm a nurse blah…blah…blah, I do know what to not feed my own baby Diego," said Huck mocking her voice. Fitz laughed.

"Well she is right." Huck shrugged as he turned a corner. "She just started that new job at G.W. right?" he asked as they came to a stoplight. Huck nodded.

"Yeah and she loves it, she won't shut up about it. Every time I come home it's George Washington this and George Washington that," he said jokingly rolling his eyes. Fitz playfully rolled his eyes as well.

"Yeah but isn't that like one of the best hospital's in the city?" he asked knowingly.

"Yeah, she got a good pay raise when she moved there too, we might finally be able to buy a house. We're looking at houses near Brookland station now," he said smiling. Fitz nodded.

"That's a nice area," he commented.

"Yeah, what about you what's new with you?" asked Huck as he pulled up in front of a 7-11. "Did you go see your mom yet?" he asked? Fitz shook his head.

"Nah, not yet I might go see her this weekend though."

Fitz was an only child and when his father died it was only him and his mother left. They were really close. She didn't like his line of work, but respected what he did. She lived in Stafford, Virginia; it was about an hour drive from the city. He always tried to visit her twice a week. But lately he'd been doing so much over time that he hadn't been able to visit her in over a month.

"Good I know she misses her Fitzy," said Huck teasing him. Before Fitz could come back with a smart remark, they were getting a call over the radio.

"All units in the area we have a 457 in progress, we're in need of immediate assistance. All units close by respond," said the voice on the radio. There was an unarmed robbery in progress just a few blocks from where they sat. Fitz looked over at Huck and they nodded at each other. Fitz picked up the radio and responded. Relaxation time was over.

"Unit 57 responding, we'll take this one," he said.

"Roger that 57, what is your ETA?" asked the voice on the radio.

"How long before we get there?" he asked Huck, as he put the person on the radio on hold. Huck wordlessly held up two fingers as he drove.

"Two mikes," he said over the radio.

"Copy that 57, back up is on the way over and out," said the voice before disappearing. Huck turned on the siren and they took off speeding through the city.

"You ready for this man?" asked Huck speeding through the city. Fitz shrugged.

"Just another day in the life."

Once they arrived on the scene, they could see two of the suspects running down an alleyway that led away from the convenience store. Fitz tried to calm the storeowners down, while Huck apprehended one of the suspects as soon as they got there. Fitz took off running after one of the suspects. Huck put the suspect he caught in back ups custody and then took off after the other one. The two suspects split up and Huck and Fitz both followed one of them.

"Fuck this kid can run fast," thought Fitz as he ran after him from one street to the next.

The boy was fast for sure, but Fitz was very much in shape. He trained daily for situations like these. The young boy ran out of the alley and into traffic, nearly getting hit by a few cars with Fitz hot on his trial. The boy ran down another street and thought he was going to lose Fitz. But unfortunately for him Fitz knew this area very well. The boy continued to run down the street and into another alley as fast as he could. He was certain that he would get away. But Fitz ran down another street sure that he would cut him off.

Harrison looked around feeling relieved for a moment. Finally he lost that fucking cop. He didn't know how he always let these fucking idiots; he called friends, talk him into doing this dumb shit all the time. He put his hands on top of his head and took a few deep breaths. He needed a second to regain his strength if he was going to run again and make it home this time. He was only a few blocks away; he knew he could make it. He put his hands down and was about to take off running again when he heard.

"Freeze, turn around and put your hands above your head now!"

(A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed it. Like I said this story is going to be as real as I can make it. It's unlike anything I've ever seen on this section before, but I hope that doesn't stop people from reading it. Some stories need to be told and I feel like this is one of them. As this story progresses more will be revealed about all of their lives and more character descriptions will come as well. Just in case you didn't get it Olivia is Harrison's older sister. She'll be in the next chapter. Also coming up next you find out which one of the other boys got caught. Let me know what you think. Till next time...SWO.)

Slang Terms used in this chapter were...

Moe: which means dude, or bro.

Champ: means lame or wimp.