"You can't arrest me, I've done nothing wrong!" Bridges yelled.
"Sir, you've been brought in because it's likely you will do something."
"What? What are you talking about?"
The officer laid a hand on Bridges shoulder and held him tightly. "Don't struggle, you'll be released soon, before you know it."
"Fuck you, then I'll sue your ass."
The officer pushed him to face the wall, "Just stand here." The officer grasped the back of Bridges head and with a jerk slammed it into the wall.
"What the fuck?" He cried stumbling, the officer held him upright.
"Let me look," the officer said. Bridges turned his head. "There's hardly a scratch." The officer took hold of Bridges again and smashed his head into the wall again, then slowly dragged it across its surface.
Bridges struggled again almost twisting free of the officers grasp. "You are so dead."
"Lets have a look now." He jerked Bridges and looked at the bruise and smiled. It was dark, pitted with blood. "That looks more convincing," he said. "Officer Romano, he's ready for you know."
"Good, he sounds like the perfect candidate," came a heavily accented voice.
Bridges craned his neck to see who had entered the room. He came face to face with a man wearing a cammo t-shirt. He was a little taller than Bridges, but had a thick stocky body.
"Who the fuck is this guy?" Bridges muttered.
Romano grabbed Bridges head and examined the bruising. "Yes, I can work with that."
"Tell me what's going on."
"Fine," Romano sighed. "I'm from the Brazilian narcotics team." Bridges went quiet. "I have special skills and I've been very successful in destroying drug rings."
"What's that got to do with me?"
"We suspect that your older brother is suppling local dealers, but we don't know where he gets his narcotics from."
"I don't know anything."
"It doesn't matter."
"I'm begging you let me go, I don't know what you're talking about."
"We have every intention to," Romano explained. He leaned in closely and whispered in Bridges's ear, "After I've forced my way into your body and taken control of your life."
Bridges pushed back on Romano. "What the fuck?"
"That's right, I'm going to be you. Then you are going to find out where your brother gets his narcotics from, he trusts you right? That bump on the head, I can't read memories, so that'll help them think I've got some kind of memory loss when they pick me up from hospital."
"This is a shit!" Bridges yelled.
Romano started to stretch, flexing every part of his body. He traced Bridges shoulders and back then proceeded to feel the size of the teenager through his shirt. He nodded to the officer who removed the cuffs. Bridges struggled for a moment, but Romano grabbed him holding his securely and pulled him close.
Bridges yelled and tried to break free of Romano's grasp, but the officer was stronger. The yells turned to groans as Ramon started to push through Bridges baggy clothing and into body.
Romano pushed harder and Bridges body swelled to accommodate the heavy set Brazilian officer. Bridges's shirt tightened across his back. The sleeves stretched as the last of Romano disappeared into Bridges torso.
There was no grunts or groans from Bridges, only quiet whimpers as the officer pushed his head into Bridges.
Deep, heavy, rasping breaths echoed through the room as Bridges body relaxed. As the minutes passed, all evidence of the muscular officer that inhabited Bridges receded. The bagginess of the clothes returned and rasping breaths subsided.
Bridges turned and rocked his head from side to side. He looked at the officer and rolled his shoulders before stretching. "He put up a little bit of a struggle," Bridges said in a perfect American accent. "He's a tight fit as well," he licked his lips, "just how I like it. I recon' I can hold this shape for," he paused and thought for a moment, "at least three months."
"Should be plenty of time," the officer replied and handed Bridges an envelope.
He opened the envelope and pulled out its contents, Bridges personal items; ID, keys, coins and a mobile. He looked at the ID. "Hello Casey Bridges," he muttered under his breath.
The officer looked at Bridges. "I'd never have believed it if I hadn't seen it myself Officer Romano."
Bridges winked. "Just Casey Bridges, you got it?" The officer nodded. "Shall we go?"
The officer followed Bridges out of the building, and took him to a secluded part of town and dropped him off. "I'll be in touch," Bridges murmured.
As the car left Bridges sat on the curb and pulled out the mobile and dialled 911. "Hello? Can you send a paramedic, I think I've been knocked down by a car and my head's bleeding." Bridges read out the street name and hung up.
"We'll here we go again," Bridges said to himself as he looked at the teenagers body he now inhabited. He knew the hospital would contact Bridges family and the fun would really start.
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