"How did you manage to convince me to come to get ice cream with you again?" Frank asked the younger officer.

Amy beamed, "because ice cream is amazing and not even a grumpy old man like you could say no!"

He rolls his eyes, "I'm not "grumpy", kid."

"Uh-huh," she hummed taking a bit of her cold vanilla treat with extra sprinkles.

Frank and Amy continued their patrol of the boardwalk as they finished eating their ice cream. The boardwalk was littered with families and couples milling about eating food from the many vendors and just enjoying the sunshine. They passed by the garbage can and threw out their napkins.

"Hey, isn't that Yann and the Chief over there?" Amy asked pointing over to a shaved ice kiosk.

"Oh yeah, it is," Frank replied, "Yann! Andrea! Over here!"

The Chief of Police and the team's forensic scientist got their cones of shaved ice and walked over to join the officers.

"I trust you're doing your job, Frank?" Andrea says.

"Of course," Frank grunts, "kid over here would rat me out if I slacked off . . . Or didn't agree to get ice cream!"

"There's always time for ice cream!" Amy exclaimed joyfully.

"Speaking of ice cream," Yann looked down the boardwalk, "Roxie took Lily to go get some . . . They should be back by now!"

Andrea looked over the heads of the crowd, "I think I can see Roxie . . . Yes, that's them now!"

"Uh-oh," Frank said being able to see the coroner better, "I think Lily might have dropped her ice cream!"

"Why do you say that, Frank?" Amy asked.

"Because the kid's crying a river."

As Roxie and Lily finally made their way out of the crowds of people, the others could see the tear tracks running down the young girl's face that Frank had been referring to. But she did have an ice cream cone in her hand, a scoop of strawberry ice cream on top of it. Roxie followed close behind as Lily ran straight towards her father. Yann managed to lift his daughter with one arm and brushed some hair out of her face.

"Lily? What's wrong?" Yann asked concern lacing his words.

Lily pointed to a spot on the boardwalk, "they're being mean!"

"Who?" he asked worried someone had tried to hurt his daughter.

"There's a real bully down by the coffee kiosk," Roxie answered, "I suggest you guys head over there, they're beating the crap out of some poor Arab woman, Russell and Hannah showed up and are trying to help."

"Russell helping to break up a fight?!" Frank laughed, "that twig couldn't break up a catfight!"

"Frank!" Andrea scolded, "right now Russell and Hannah are the ones trying to break up a fight, and need I remind you that neither is a train cop!?"

He began to sweat, "no ma'am! Let's go, Amy, before I'm the one getting beat up!"

Frank and Amy took off down the boardwalk to the coffee kiosk Roxie had told them about. They drew their guns as they rounded the corner and quickly took in the sight before them.

Russell and Hannah were trying to pull a muscular man off of a relatively tall-looking woman. The man looked like he was wearing a brown apron over top of a pair of acid-washed jeans and a gray t-shirt. His black sneakers were caked with sand and he had blood running from his nose. The PBPD team members were struggling to pull him away as the man spat very colourful curses at the woman lying motionless on the ground.

"Get off of her!" Frank ordered helping Russell and Hannah at wrestling the man from the woman, "what the hell is wrong with you punk?!"

The man spat out some blood, "this bitch came to my stand and wanted some coffee! I don't serve her kind!"

"The hell?!" he shouted forcing the man's arms behind his back, "this woman just wanted some coffee!"

"Yeah," he sneered, "then she would have blown the place sky high! Damn terrorist . . ."

SLAP!

Amy had marched forward and slapped the man across his face leaving behind a red hand-print. She was glaring a the man with rage burning in her blue eyes.

"That is the most uncultured, uneducated, disrespecting and uncivil statement to make about someone!" the rookie yells, "how dare you say that about someone you don't know!"

"How dare I?!" the man shot back, "chick have you seen what those Arabs have done?!"

"That's don't mean that there all bad!" she shouts, "have you seen what Americans have done?!"

"Alright, that's enough!" Andrea yells, "Frank, hand this man off to those officers, Roxie, Yann take a look at that woman while we wait for the paramedics to arrive, and everybody else, vacate the area now!"

No one had to be told twice. Frank marched the coffee vendor over to the waiting patrol car. Yann and Roxie went over to check on the woman, and Amy and Andrea cleared the small area of all the other denizens.

"How is she?" Russell asked as Hannah and he joined Yann and Roxie.

"She's got some cracked or bruised ribs and wicked bruising on his knuckles," Roxie reports taking the woman's hand, "she must have been the one who gave our friend over there the bloody nose!"

"I think she might have one too," Yann says taking his hand away from checking the woman's pulse, his fingers had a red tinge on them, "can we roll her onto her back, Roxie?"

"Yes," she replied, "just be mindful of her ribs, everything else is just bruising."

Yann grabbed the woman's shoulders and head as Roxie got her hip and legs. They gently rolled the woman off her stomach and onto her back, the blood on her face mixed with sand and small rocks covered her chin and upper lip.

"Does she have ID?" Hannah asked.

"Oh, she has quite the from of ID on her . . ." Yann responds pulling back the bottom of the red leather jacket. A gun and a PBPD badge were attached to her belt.

Amy gulps, "but, we don't have a Muslim on staff . . . At least, I don't think?"

"No," Russell said, "no one in the PD has demonstrated any of the characteristics."

"Agh . . ." a groan from the ground brought their attention back to the woman, "my head . . . Did one of you get the number of the truck that ran me over?"

All of their eyes bulged, "Adalet?!"

"Ye . . . Yeah . . ." she grunts trying to sit up.

"Oh no way sweetie," Roxie lightly pushed her back down, "you're not getting up until the paramedics arrive!"

She groaned again, "Is there blood on my hijab?"

"Yes," Hannah answered.

"Oh, come on!" Adalet threw her hands up, "this is like, the fourth hijab I've gotten blood on! And it was my good white one too . . ."

"Well, that's what happens when you get into a fistfight, kid," Frank snorted.

"Hey, I only came here to pick up dog treats and coffee," she laughed, "I was not the one who started the fight!"

"Well the man who did is being brought to the station for booking as we speak," Andrea says looking down at her captain, "how are you feeling?"

"I've got a splitting headache and more bruises than there are stars in the sky!" Adalet replied, "but give me some painkillers and I'll be good to go in the morning!"

"No," she glares, "you will be taking at least two days off to recover, I don't need to have a cop in the field who isn't 100%!"

"Fine, fine . . . And how have none of you said anything?!" she demands.

"Said anything about what?" Yann asked.

"You know, this!" Adalet gestured to her blood-soaked hijab, "the fact that I'm Muslim, the fact that I wear a hijab!"

"I don't see anything wrong with it," Andrea replied, "I have nothing in the rules against wearing one if that's what your thinking."

Her eyes bulged, "really?! It's just, you're such a big city I thought you might . . ."

She shook her head, "no, if you wish to wear a hijab, wear one. And if anyone says anything, be sure to tell me right away!"

Adalet nodded as the ambulance finally arrived. The paramedics took over and got her up on a stretcher. The Chief of Police got in the ambulance with her and road with the captain to the hospital.

"Chief?" Adalet says as a paramedic worked on her bloody nose.

"Yes, Adalet?" Andrea asks, leaning over.

"You think a green hijab will go with this outfit?" she asked with a smile as the painkillers hit her system.

She chuckles, "yes, I think it will . . . Now rest, we're almost to the hospital."