Just as I was pulling up to a partner's traffic stop late one night, the driver of the stopped car jumped out and took off running. Officer Rey, who had stopped the car, being of the rookie sort, jumped out of his car and took off running after the sprinting kid.
Now myself, being a bit wiser (and not wanting to spill my coffee) placed my car in gear and drove after the running pair. The chase wound through a local park; all I had to do was avoid the swing sets, merry-go-rounds and meth addicts sleeping on the grass. After about 300 yards, both running man and Officer Rey had slowed to a pace that would not harm my bum knee (or ego), so I stopped the car, put my coffee down, and trudged after bad guy. It was pretty easy; I fast-walked up behind him and gave him a slight nudge to the ground. Officer Rey was right there, but as soon as the handcuffs were on, he walked away suddenly.
As I walked back to my car, the suspect started to throw up all over. That's something they don't tell you about in the police employment brochures, having to hold some criminal's hair while he pukes. Well, it turns out that this guy ran because he had just done a drive-by shooting; we found a gun in the passenger seat.
At the subsequent trial, the guy's defense was that he was far too drunk to have manipulated a handgun (don't laugh... I've heard sillier ones); and proof of that intoxication was my testimony that he threw up all over... ergo he was very drunk. Officer Rey then leaned over with a sly smile and whispered something into the ear of the district attorney. On cross examination, the DA asked me,
"Officer, was anyone else sick that evening?"
My answer was,
"Yes, Officer Rey puked his guts up after the run as well" (which is why he made his quick exit, to find a suitable garbage can).