The Rookie

Previously on "The Rookie"... - No sign of infection. - Infection?

Your murder victim is part of a homegrown terror cell.

What type of virus are we talking about?

Dr. Morgan: A weaponized strain of hemorrhagic fever.

It's gonna be okay. I'm not going out

the way my man Pete here just did.

- I'm coming out. - Show me those hands!

Jimmy: Don't shoot.

What the hell? He was reaching.

I don't think he was reaching for a weapon.

So either she doesn't trust me or she's a liar.

He's back.

Tim!

7-Adam-15 escorting CDC ambulance to Shaw Memorial.

Heading east on South Grand. I need a clear path.

Dispatch: Copy that, 7-Adam-15.

CHP is en route to assist.

Tim better make it.

He will.

Lucy: Is it the virus?

There's no bleeding.

Looks like he's having a severe reaction

to the shot we gave him.

He's going into anaphylactic shock.

Get me epinephrine!

So, the CDC finally gave the all-clear

to search Jimmy Roskin's body.

We found a burner phone.

I'm not gonna like where this is going, am I?

He made a call before I shot him, to another burner.

You think there's a third terrorist out there?

And we just killed his friends.

Hey! Can we get some help over here, please?

Right now!

Gun!

7-Adam-15! Shots fired! Shaw Memorial!

Flanking right!

- Covering! - Moving! - Covering!

Right behind you. Right behind you. Right behind you.

Suspect in custody!

Doctor!

I need some help over here!

I got it!

Are you okay?

I should've... reloaded on the move.

You?

I should've taken yesterday off.

When you said date night,

I thought you meant wine and romance.

Oh, there's wine, and there's the romance.

I have processed crime scenes that felt more romantic.

What? Come on. That's...

Well, that's accurate. Okay, look,

I... your new place, it's gonna be great when you're done,

and, uh, you definitely...

you seem happy working on it. Right?

I haven't felt this much like me since...

well, since I loaded up a U-Haul,

drove across the country, and became a cop.

And, uh, tomorrow,

you are back at work being a cop.

Administrative leave is over.

Yeah, you didn't take one, though.

No. No, no, no. No, DHS is different.

With a clean shoot, it's just right back at work.

Are you sure you're ready to hit the streets?

Yes! Yes. I just...

well, it's not gonna be quite the same without Talia.

Taking that job over at ATF was smart.

You know, she was never gonna have

the career that she wanted over at the LAPD...

I mean, not after she lied about her brother. Yeah.

At least she waited until after I took the exam.

And if I passed, six more months of training,

I'm no longer the oldest rookie.

Well, you will always be the oldest rookie to me.

- Oh. - Mm.

Wait, what? Okay, yeah. I'm gonna go.

Jess?

Yeah?

Did it bother you at all?

Shooting Roskin like that?

Sure.

H-Have you been wondering this for the last two weeks?

Well, you just never said anything,

and then I didn't... see anything, so I...

Right. Um...

The truth is...

things like that affect you a lot less

the longer that you're on the job.

It's just human nature.

Lopez:

Mnh.

Mm.

Morning.

Oh, hey.

Sorry, um... I can't find my shirt.

You want me to help?

Nope. I have a system.

Uh-huh.

Don't say anything.

I wasn't going to.

Ooh! Found it! Mm.

Ha-ha!

Huh.

What?

Nothing.

Just...

it's a little messier since I moved in.

Uh, we were dating before, so I spent two hours cleaning up

every time you came over.

Now you're moved in, so you get to see the real me.

Is that a problem?

No, I wouldn't want it any other way.

Uh... when did you make a grilled cheese?

Uh... last night after my shift.

You were sleeping.

Mmm! Mmm.

Lucy: How are you feeling?

Ready to get back to it.

Did you get the food I sent over?

I did.

You shouldn't have done that.

Well, I wanted to,

and eating well is crucial for a fast recovery.

Alright.

Shake off the rust and grab a seat.

Anyone want to guess what these numbers represent?

Nolan.

Those are the scores to our six-month exams.

That is correct, Officer Nolan.

Oh! We all passed.

Technically, yes, but that 81 is ugly,

given that an 80 is basically an F.

Who got the low mark? Clearly not West.

I could tell you, but self-reflection is necessary

for your success as a patrol officer.

So I want your guesses as to which score is yours

by end of shift.

Understood?

Why not give them now?

To mess with our heads.

Are you saying you're so easily sabotaged, Officer Nolan?

No, sir, I was speaking for Officer Chen.

Sir, will there be consequences

for the officer with the low score?

Officer Lopez, you want to take that?

At a minimum, a low score means

merciless taunting for months.

Great.

Sgt. Grey: But you three did pass,

so there's good news...

you can now wear short sleeves.

Congratulations.

Nolan.

Sir, who will I be riding with today?

I was thinking...

me.

How's that sound?

Alright.

Lucy: I know I did better than an 81, didn't I?

Yeah, the oral exam is the X-Factor. Nolan: He's right.

Chief Williams could ding us on the tiniest of mistakes,

which I'm sure he did with me, and Grey knows that,

so he's gonna spend the day torturing me.

Or he knows you pulled the high score

and plans to torture you anyway.

You're lucky you don't have to worry.

Who says I'm not worried?

Lopez: You look worried.