THE GOOD COP. » DENZEL WASHINGTON

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"BYE DAD! BYE, uncle Aaron!" The son of Quincy Jacobs yelled out to his father and his father's best friend whom he took to simply calling his uncle as he watched them ready themselves for the day's work. He admired their brotherhood as they walked almost as if they were in sync and even as they talked about the little things- Elijah watched and listened. A smile came across his face as he noticed his father bring their conversation to a halt as he came over to him. His father's ebony orbs brightly shining down on him. Elijah couldn't help but feel a sense of joy as his father stopped down to his level, just before beginning the two's secret handshake. Aaron couldn't help but chuckle as he stood in the doorway waiting for his partner to bring the moment the two shared to an end.

"You be good now, son. Hey maybe if I get home before that big fight on television is over we could watch it together, now how does that sound?" Quincy had asked of his son as his bright smile failed to disappear as he arose to his 6'2 stature once more. Eli nodded his head quickly absentmindedly showing just how excited he was.

"Even if you don't get here I'll be quick to call and tell you Mike Tyson won! I just know he's gonna win! I feel it!" He slightly shouted in excitement gaining a chuckle from both Quincy and Aaron as he did one of the boxing poses that he had watched the heavyweight champion do a plethora of times.

"Oh really? You got yourself a Mike Tyson Junior, ain't that right Q?" Aaron stated as he took heed of the young boys love for Tyson.

"Yeah Uncle Aaron! I'm gonna be just like him someday!"

"Yeah but first you oughta focus on that school work of yours and then maybe you'll be even better than that Mike Tyson." Aaron suggested with a slight smirk plastered across his fair-skinned face knowing the brown eyed boy would quickly reassure him.

"Yeah, yeah I already know the deal, Uncle A. Ima get me some straight A's and Ima get me some boxing lessons! Then you'll oughta see me on a magazine spread that reads 'the smartest boxer alive!' You'll see!"

"I'll hold you to that Elijah." Aaron replied just before adverting his attention towards his partner. "Let's get going now, Q. You already know we can't be late again." He warned as he gave Eli a nod which obviously had meant 'see you later.' Aaron then opened the front door allowing the chilly February winds to enter the latitudes of the home in which Q and his family had resided- A nice three-story home in the nicer side of Queens New York- Forest Hills to be exact.

"Later Eli, tell your mother to keep my dinner in the oven!" Q called out to his eleven-year-old son whom still stood in front of the front door, awaiting their departure as he adjusted his thick black bomber jacket over his uniform. With that, the two working men had finally escaped to the driveway in which the white and blue NYPD squad car had sat right next to Q's Jeep Wagoner which was coated in navy blue- the very car that he and his wife Leandra had shared. Disregarding the Jeep, the pair jumped into the squad car just after Q had tossed Aaron the keys.

"Another day another dollar, ain't that right Quincy?" Aaron blurted out as he had placed the keys into the ignition just as Quincy fastened his seat belt.

"You damn right. I'm just ready to get it over with- it's cold as hell today! Thank God the snow ain't set to start until tomorrow."

"good thing that's our day off huh?" Aaron continued causing Q to subtly nod as he then placed his attention towards the window to his right. He let out a sigh, mentally preparing himself for another day of arresting individuals who have yet to abide by the law. On this particular day, he would much rather be at home with his wife as she spoke of yet another case that has been introduced to her at her law firm and he would love to be able to sit down with his boy and watch the long-awaited Mike Tyson versus Buster Douglas fight that was to come on tonight. No, he wasn't sick nor injured that being the reason why he had not called out of work today but something in him just pleaded to stay home. . . maybe it was his intuition he thought.