We waited for her for what seemed like 3 hours. The senior investigator seemed to be irritated with all my the questions. I was acting like child on the way to my first day of kindergarten but I didn’t care, I was nervous. He was giving me instructions about how to effect the arrest and bunch of other irrelevant information, none of which I was have retained. He may have been my senior but looking back he was the most unorganized and unprofessional investigator I have ever worked. He has since, uh, resigned from the company.

About an hour later he spots the girl and signals to me, “let’s go”. She was a very large girl, around 250 pounds and about 6 feet tall. It’s a chick I thought, what could she possible do to us. We walked across the street and told her who we were. “You’re under arrest”, he says. I had no idea what to do so I stood there like an idiot and waited for something to happen. Well something did happen. She immediately starts backing away from us and tries to turn and run. The other investigator and I attempted to grab her to get handcuffs on but she was having nothing to do with it. We struggled around a bit until she fell on the hood of a car, caving it in. Oh shit, this is not good. This bitch is going to kick our asses.

We’re struggling for a few seconds when I notice that her loose tank top had been pulled down to her waist and her breasts were exposed. It was not pretty mind you, she had more hair on her chest then me. I was thoroughly disgusted. So she starts screaming “Rape!, Rape!, their trying to rape me”. Oh great, not only am I getting my ass kicked by a girl but now I’m going to jail for attempted rape. I hate this job already. I look across the street and I see 2 San Francisco Police Officers running towards us. When they get about 10 feet from us they ask me if we need any help. Uh? I just causally respond no thanks, we got it. They turn and walk away as though they didn’t see anything. Ok, back to the fight. This girl is doing everything she can to get free. She yelling “my baby, my baby”, as though she was pregnant and we keep yelling at her to stop resisting. Finally we get her hands cuffed. What a relief! We start walking her to the car when she realizes that she was really going to jail. Here we go again. She starts kicking and thrashing about trying to head butt us. The other investigator starts yelling at me to get the leg irons from the trunk. Leg irons are just like handcuffs but are used on the ankles instead of the wrists.

I run to the trunk and am surprised to find nothing but disarray and filth in it. “Where are they?” I ask. “On the side, on the side!” he yells. I can’t find shit in his trunk, you think he would have been a little more prepared and organized. I have since learned the importance of knowing exactly where you gear is at all times. You just never know when you’re going to need something so you had better know where it is. This is actually getting funny now. I can’t find the leg irons so he tells me to hold her while he gets them. He returns and cuffs her ankles together but she is not calming down at all. I was still totally confused about how to handle this. Looking back though,  there were several other ways this could have been handled and probably with a much more peaceful result.

We are now trying to get her into the car and she is still screaming. There is now a crowd of people watching us. I’m starting to get a bit embarrassed and just want this to be overwith. I want to get her out of here. She is finally coaxed into the car but is still not giving up. She’s kicking at the windshield and spitting on the dash. Let’s go, I tell the other guy. Let’s get out of here. We finally get her across the street to the county jail and get her in a holding cell. Have you ever seen someone slam their head so hard against a wall that it bleeds? Well that’s what she was doing. It was pathetic and funny all at the same time. By the end of they day I was seriously thinking that I had chosen the wrong profession. Looking back I realized that this was not the norm and if you treat each arrest differently and every person with respect you might not have to fight them. The other investigator was an idiot and loved to bully people into an arrest. I still see him on occassion and am wondering when someone is going to teach him a lesson.