Authors Note: Oh holy hot crap, has it been sometime since I wrote something. Since the last month or so has seen be diving head first into RWBY FNDM or however it's done, I've been inspired to write and jeez it's been a while, so go easy on me. Thought I'd write this little number as a way to get the old writing muscles stretched out while I work on the plotting and things for a couple other stories. Freezerburn has been consuming my life quite voraciously, and to be honest, I love it. Feels pretty good to want to write this much again. So here's a little Freezer Burn Cop AU thing that I thought was a cute idea. Looks like it'll be at least 2 parts, but I doubt more than 3. Hell, it was just gonna be a one shot, but I think I found a good spot to leave off.
Please read and review, and as always, RWBY belongs to Monty Oum and Rooster Teeth. Thank you for the awesome shows we all love!
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Stop in the Name of: Cuffs and Collars
It had been a long day, and a far longer week than she had hoped, but for the first time in a month, Weiss Schnee was actually getting out of work a little bit early today.
"All this hard work I've been putting in this week is finally gonna pay off...jeez..." she grumbled, rolling her neck and shoulders to shake the stiffness from them. Her whole weekend was completely free and unbooked, prompting her to ponder what to do with such egregious amounts of free time. Perhaps catch up on some sleep, read that novel that's been sitting on her night stand for the past 8 months, or even go see a play! That last thought seemed almost surreal as she hadn't been to the theater in years.
Free time had been a rare luxury her whole life through, despite the Schnee family's massive wealth. Her life had practically been dedicated to hard work, be it scoring nearly impossible marks in her schooling to being an accomplished musician, dancer, and athlete. No matter what it was, she worked tirelessly towards it and accepted nothing less than being the best at it. Expected to one day inherit her family's company, she put aside her dreams of being a world class singer and pianist, or Olympic Gold medal winning fencer to further her education and broaden her capabilities to suit such a heavy responsibility.
Four years in a private University for a bachelor's degree, and an additional 2 for a master's, and she was rewarded an executive position within her family's company. Of course, it wasn't really in her preferred field of study, however Foreign Prospection and Workforce Management was at least an interesting job with loads of opportunities for travel. Many envious whispers of nepotism began to spread, and a cacophony of doubts were raised about her abilities at such a young age, but Weiss Schnee was proud, noble, and unrelenting. Within a years time of being promoted to such a prestigious position at the age of 24, she had silenced all allegations and proven herself to all the board executives and shareholders alike. The long days, sleepless nights, and interrupted vacations were all worth it when she could triumphantly read reports of increased productivity, reduced costs, and rising revenues do to her intelligent decisions and savvy business sense.
All this effort made getting out of work early on a Friday afternoon a well deserved relief. More so when combined with her weekend of freedom, however currently her reward for getting out early from work with the Schnee Dust Company was a very hot mid afternoon sun. Pausing just a moment on her way to her car, she glanced up at the offending star with a withered look, glaring back through her dark sunglasses. A heavy bead of sweat began form across her brow, and as she continued her walk to the car, she pulled a small handkerchief from her purse in order to wipe it dry.
Turning down the alleyway she usually parked in, her vehicle came into view and she rummaged through her purse for the keys, grumbling about how she needed to reduce the contents within the handbag. However, as she took her eyes off of her surroundings, Weiss failed to notice the swift approach of a young man close in age to herself. With a quick swipe of his hand, he snatched the shoulder strap and gave a strong pull, hoping to break the small woman's grip on the bag. When Weiss felt her purse begin to pull away, she redoubled her grip immediately and threw her body weight into as powerful a jerk as possible, hoping to free the article.
" Hey! That's mine! LET GO!" she threatened.
Not expecting the woman to fight back as fiercely as she had, he gave another yank on the strap and pulled her off balance. Having been a champion fencer in her high school years, incredible footwork and agility had been her cornerstone. Despite not having actually trained or even picked up a saber in years, her muscle memory was still fairly acute, and a quick turn of her shoulder and hips allowed her to remain standing. Realizing that she wasn't going to let go, the young man gave a shout, and Weiss found herself joined by 3 other thuggish looking brutes.
Her eyes darted around quickly, hoping to spot someone and call for help, but she seemed alone in the alley. As the trio approached, she released the bag and took a step back towards the wall behind her, trying to keep the quartet in view. By the way they moved about and took cues from one a other, the tall red haired man was the ringleader. Weiss kept her hands up, keeping them close to her body in a surrender.
" You want the bag? Take it. It's worth a grand, and should have a few hundred lien in cash. Just let me go."
Despite her predicament, her tone was commanding and harsh. The man who had snatched the purse looked to their leader unknowingly and ran a nervous hand through his blond mohawk. The tall redhead scoffed at her remark and shook his head with a laugh, prompting his posse to chime in with him.
" You rich kids just think you can throw money at all your problems and call it a day, don't ya? Well, usually I'd have just let you go if you'd have played nice...but then you went and got all tough on us, so now I gotta remind you where you really stand..."
His words were dark and full of malice, and Weiss flinched as he reached out and tried to grab her chin to get a better look at her face, prompting him to become more aggressive. Snatching her by her jaw and cheek, she cringed as his hand and fingers dug into her skin and muscle, keeping his grip painfully tight. Giving her a once over up and down, he nodded in some approval.
" You may be as flat as it gets, but at least you're cute. How about you give us all a little make up kiss to show us how sorry you are..." the redhead threatened, drawing her face closer to his.
Her brow knotted and her face scrunched at the heavy smell of alcohol on his breath, but she was far too proud to allow for something like this. With as powerful a strike as she could muster, she slammed her arms down onto his elbow joints and put all her strength and body weight into a swift knee between his legs. Immediately, he hit the ground and she tried to book it past the smaller 2 of the remaining 3 hoodlums. Unfortunately, though she was able to squeeze between the pair, a lucky grab at the air rewarded the guy with long straight dark hair with a handful of Weiss' own pale locks. A hard tug kept Weiss from escaping, and now it seemed things were only going to get worse.
The ring leader had recovered enough to stand back up, and though a bit shaky, seemed to otherwise be alright. Gripping her arm with one hand, he slammed her back into the wall, eliciting a pained yelp from her as the air in her lungs was suddenly forced out. She struggled back to her feet, refusing any indignation he would attempt to force upon her, but her fate was becoming painfully bleak.
" That wasn't very nice little girl...and here I was trying to be a gentleman...but if you like it rough then..." The red haired ringleader was in the midst of a threat before a voice called out from the street, " HEY! LEAVE HER ALONE!"
Darting into the ally was a young man with messy blond hair and poor posture. He haphazardly tackled into the whole group, creating enough ruckus to allow Weiss to escape towards the entrance of the alley. A turn back on her heel saw the poor Samaritan now in the same position she was in, as the quartet began kicking and stomping him on the ground. Finally, the redhead pulled a knife from his pocket and began to lean over the whimpering and gently sobbing young man, " Big mistake there, Hero. Let's see how big a man you really are..."
Weiss sighed a resignation, and with a disgusted grimace, began walking down the alley back towards the group. If she had her fencing saber this wouldn't be a problem, but with only her bare hands, it was a severe disadvantage. While she wanted nothing more than to run for it, she couldn't leave the young man high and dry, especially has he had tried to rescue her.
" Please stop it. Let him go and... I'll cooperate. "
She raised her hands again in surrender, preparing herself for whatever they could muster. The tall redhead placed his hands on her again, jerking her closer by one of her arms, a sadistic smile smeared across his face,
" Ya know, you already got a scar over your one eye. Maybe I should even out your face. Whatcha say Princess?" he threatened bringing the knife up close to her unscarred eye.
She clenched her eyes tightly, bracing for the next shock of pain, until the sound of a car door and swiftly approaching footsteps caused her to peek out as a streak of dark blue flashed by.
Immediately she felt a rush of air as a powerful right hand came crashing into her captor, knocking him to the floor. It was a police officer, clad in the usual dark blue vestments of the Vale P.D. Weiss gazed on in amazement as the figure immediately moved into the group of three, ramming a shoulder into the middle one slamming him into a group of trashcans and knocking him prone. With the last of their momentum, the figure spun on a heel and brought a powerful lariat around and knocked over the guy with the mohawk. With a quick grab of the fourth's wrist, the navy clad savior tugged him forward, spun under and around him until a kick to the face was firmly delivered.
Weiss backed away from the armed man before he got up and tightened the grip on his knife. The officer turned around and placed a hand on the grip of their pistol, " Drop the weapon and surrender! I won't ask twice!"
To her surprise, the voice was feminine, and belied the tall stature of the officer who's face was partially hidden by sunglasses. Blond hair poked out from underneath her cap, but was otherwise firmly tucked inside it. The officer slowly approached the now lone assailant with caution. As she passed the threshold between he and Weiss, the heiress took notice of a slightly unsteady hand gripping the pistol. Once again the officer shouted her orders, " Drop the weapon and put your hands on the ground
immediately! "
With only a dozen feet between the two, the perpetrator made an attempt to flee the opposite direction with the purse in tow. The officer immediately took off after him and was quick to catch up, grabbing the collar of his jacket and immediately reversed her course, throwing him into the wall to her left. Rebounding quickly, he swiped at her with the knife, cutting only the air before her. With a deft strike, she disarmed the weapon from his hand and brought her other fist around to the side of his head, knocking him prone again.
She was quick to follow him down as she tried to restrain him, now reaching for the handcuffs at her hip. He squirmed and bucked about trying to knock her off of him, but with a bit of persistence she managed to manacles one wrist. In desperation, he flailed his limbs about continuing to struggle, and managed to land a hard elbow into her jaw, knocking off her cap and sunglasses while opening a wound along the corner of her lower lip. In her moments daze, he reached around and found a long blonde ponytail and gave it a very hard pull to try and drag her off of him, provoking a low growl out of her.
" You... MONSTER!"
With that, she flipped him on his back and connected another series of hard punches to his face. Putting up his hands to block, she instead jutted her elbow downward against his collar bone, knowingly breaking it and causing him to force out a pained yelp as well as take the fight out of him.
Now virtually incapacitated, she was able to fully entrap his wrists with the handcuffs before making her way to the others who were still all where she had left them. Using zip ties, she bound their hands behind their backs and lined them up against the wall together. Dusting herself off, she quickly made her way over to the man and woman to ensure they were okay.
Having only a view from the rear didn't exactly prepare Weiss for what came next. Lilac eyes, blonde hair, and fair skin were not typical traits found in police officers. Tall and lean with a hint of muscle definition in her arms made her quite easy on the eyes. She reached behind herself and pulled the tie on her ponytail that had been disturbed in the melee and released her hair from it's confines. Almost immediately it doubled in size, and then again, and somehow a third time as well. It wreathed her in golden blonde locks that looked wild and untamable, granting her a very striking and alluring appearance. The officer approached Weiss and leaned down a bit to get a good look at her, eyes darting about her form in a quick inspection.
" Are you alright miss?" she asked in a concerned tone," Oh...uh...yeah. I'm alright. My arm hurts a bit, but I think it'll be okay..." Weiss responded in a nervous manner, doing her best to keep a blush from rising beyond the edges of her cheeks. " Then give me a few moments, I need to check on the other guy."
A quick jog over to where the young blond male had been resting and the officer was kneeling down and calling to him with a slow but clear tone, " Sir? Are you alright? Can you sit up?" she asked as she ran a hand along his abdomen, shoulders, arms, and neck in an attempt to find any fractures. After a moment, he sat up but held his jaw in one hand and used the other to comfort his side, " I-I think I'm alright. Just a little bruised...ow ow ow owwww..." he winced.
The officer gave a displeased look, then reached for the radio at her shoulder and called in for paramedics just in case. She helped the man up to his feet and shouldered him over to where Weiss had been watching from, then dragged all the 3 uninjured muggers to her patrol car and packed them into the already cramped rear seat. The third would unfortunately enjoy an ambulance ride, but at least he had to deal with the agony of a broken collar bone. As medics arrived on scene, the officer directed them over to the young man and the injured assailant. She followed the blond into the ambulance for a moment, taking a quick statement, then released him to the EMT's to be taken to the hospital. Finally, she returned to where Weiss was.
" I'm sorry about all of that. Since you were the least injured, I thought that I should get that guy taken care of. You're pretty lucky he was there. He was walking by and saw you cornered, so he called the police and I just happened to be closest available to respond. Are you alright?"
The Officer took Weiss gently by the shoulders and slid her hands along the arm she appeared to be nursing, checking it for injury. Her fingers traced lightly along the crook of her elbow, prompting a shiver that Weiss passed off as being a bit ticklish. However Weiss had barely heard a word the woman had said, focusing a great deal on the pleasurable feeling of the womans fingertips tracing along her tender limb, and on the slowly bleeding injury to the officers lip. A couple moments passed before Weiss realized what was said, and she rushed out a response, " Oh...I'm alright, I think. Just a little shaken up. My arm hurts from getting yanked around, but I think it'll be alright. Oh...you got hurt back there..h-here..."
Weiss reached into her purse, now retrieved, and brought back out her handkerchief and handed it over to the officer, " Here, use this...officer..." her eyes darted to the name on the badge, " Xiao Long." Smiling, Officer Xiao Long took it and dabbed it against her wound, wincing slightly as she applied a bit of pressure, " Thanks, I appreciate it. Though, I'm a little surprised you pronounced my last name right. Most people say it with a Z sound."
Weiss cast a gently proud smile, " I work in foreign relations, so I've had to learn a few different languages. Though I've gotten pretty good at pronouncing names from ones I don't know. Comes with the territory I suppose." The officer giggled a bit and beamed a bright smile, " Well, injuries come with the territory over here. I suppose I'll be alright, but man is it gonna sting tonight!" Weiss tipped her head and knitted her brow, " Why's that?" she asked. " Cause I'm going drinking tonight! My friend owns this little hole in the wall bar down on 5th and Beacon called Kitty Whispers. She thinks it's a clever name, but it's kind of a dive. It's a great place though, a lot better looking on the inside than you'd think. Aaaaand since I got injured in the line of duty, I think I owe myself at least one drink this evening!"
Weiss giggled a bit to herself, feeling unusually giddy for some reason. She followed as Officer Xaio Long led her back to the patrol car and pulled a clipboard and pen from the passenger seat.
" Sorry, I don't mean to talk your ear off. I should get your statement so I can let you on your way Miss..." the blonde apologized, suddenly realizing that she hadn't even asked the young woman her name, " It's Weiss, Weiss Schnee." the heiress responded.
A moment of silence held out as the blonde processed the name, having heard it before from somewhere, " Oh. OH! Like the daughter of the SDC's CEO? That's pretty cool." Weiss shrugged off the complement nonchalantly, " It's fine, I just got off work so I'm not in any hurry. Still I shouldn't keep you any longer either..."
Weiss took the clipboard and began filling it out as Officer Xiao Long asked a number of questions, such as how everything started, whether they had touched or harmed her, and matters regarding weapons and confinement. After a half hour of questioning and filling out paperwork, Weiss was finished and handed everything back to the blonde who filed it into the glove compartment.
" Thanks a lot Miss Schnee. I'll see to it that these guys get the most gross cells we got!" the officer joked as she stretched her arms and back. Again, Weiss felt her eyes draw across the woman's form in admiration, and quickly shook the blush as they began to part, " No, I should thank you Officer Xiao Long. If you hadn't been there...I...well I'd rather not think about that." she said with a fragile smile. The officer bathed Weiss once again in that bright grin that ran from ear to ear, " Well, as long as you're alright. Oh and please, call me Yang. Officer Xaio Long is something I usually only hear when my boss is yelling at me!"
With that, Yang got into the car and turned on the engine. Rolling down the window, she called out to Weiss as the heiress stepped back, " You sure you don't need anything else? Public servant and all that, ya know?" " I'm fine Yang. Take care of yourself!" Weiss called back with a wave. Her smile continued to shine as she gave Weiss a wave, backing the vehicle and getting it turned around. Tires squeeled and she peeled out in a cloud of smoke and rubber, prompting a frown from Weiss. The young executive managed her way to the car and was happy to be able to head home.
She took a more scenic route than usual, wanting as little stress as possible given the day she had just had. Despite getting off work early, after the whole incident, it seemed that she would have gotten out about her usual time as the early evening began to settle in. Side streets and four ways seemed to pass in a haze as she tried to forget about the happenings of earlier. However, turning down 5th street, she happened to take notice of her surroundings as Beacon Ave approached. On the left side of the road, she saw a small strip mall set back a ways. A hair and nail salon, a pizza shop, a foreign market, and a bar on the corner all resided within. As expected, the sign on the bar read " Kitty Whispers" with the S at the end of the name looping around and leading into the tail for a silhouette of a cat.
Slowing down as she passed it by, she studied the front and surrounding parking lot. Yang was right, the place looked pretty seedy, but as Weiss knew, looks could always be deceiving. Speeding back up as she passed it by, Weiss forced it out of her mind and continued her way home.
Home. That word had the most wonderful sound to it. A sense of safety and security embraced her as she passed into the large apartment she held on the edge of the city. The area was very upscale and kept clean and tidy. Everything had a place, albeit mailbox, trash can, or bicycle rack. Kicking her shoes off in the foyer, she breezed over to her couch where she allowed herself to collapse into it's velvety leather cushions. She had never regretted spending an astonishing amount of money just for something cushy to sit on, but right now, it was worth three times that amount with the comfort it was providing her. The time was just shy of 6. She buried her face into the cushions a little further and pulled the small blanket off the back of the couch to curl up inside it, deciding that she deserved a nap.
Her eyes slowly fluttered open and the clock was starting back at her. 7:30, she had napped all of an hour and a half. With a yawn and stretch, she sat up on the couch and turned on the television. Mindlessly, she flipped from channel to channel, skipping over commercials and only pausing a moment depending on the sitcom to see if she could stomach it or if it was juvenile nonsense. Finally, she settled on a crime drama, not terribly interested in what was going on in the story, more piqued at the fact that she kept imagining the main heroine as Yang. Of course, the actress playing the main character was attractive. Petite, brunette, passionate for justice and sold the role well enough though came across as flat and uninteresting. Nothing like Yang. But for some reason, Weiss couldn't help but imagine it as the tall, well toned blonde with unruly hair and a beaming beautiful smile. Were she the main character, the show may have been savable. Still, even with all of Weiss' fantasizing, the show couldn't anchor the woman and she eventually shut the television off.
It was now 8, and she didn't have anything to do. She thought about calling a friend. Well...if she had any friends. Not that she didn't have people she knew or could spend time with, but the closest thing she had to a friend at this point was Ms. Goodwich in accounting, who she got along with well, but was not really the social type. Weiss sighed in some amount of regret. She had been so devoted to her studies while at school, she steamrolled over almost anyone who would have made her aquaintance. Certainly, she still had a few numbers and email address and periodically kept up with them, but they were more for networking than social connections. The same held fairly true for the handful of high school contacts. Most of them were the sons and daughters of wealthy business owners and politicians who had the money to send their children to the same expensive private academy. She knew them by name and somewhat by reputation, but otherwise they were barely acquaintances. Most of her other coworkers were old men who liked to either treat her like a child or tended to make periodically unwanted advances or sexually derogatory remarks.
For a family, the Schnee's were not all that close. Her father was passionate about the business and relished in the long history and noble heritage that was the Schnee family name, however had time for little else, leaving them apart quite a rift. While her mother was more of a socialite, she too was rarely there for Weiss. Most of her memories of her mother were of the various pagents and competitions that she entered. She often encouraged Weiss when she was in doubt of herself, but otherwise showed little interest in Weiss besides showcasing her daughters various talents. Having no siblings or cousins, Weiss didn't really have anyone else to call upon. She released another heavy sigh, then shifted a bit on the couch. She winced when she applied too much pressure upon her forearm, tracing her hand up along her elbow where the source of the pain originated.
Weiss remembered that Yang had ran her own hands along her arm right about there not so long ago. The little shudder of excitement it gave her and the caring tone in which she spoke made her heart flutter just a bit. Of course, Weiss figured she was looking too much into it. Yang was kind, and Yang was a cop after all. Certainly she had to behave in a similar manner. She was gorgeous and strong, funny and kind. While she wasn't perfect, Yang was quite appealing, so it'd be crazy for her not to have a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend.
Girlfriend. Yes, something Weiss found herself thinking about often when she was alone. She wasn't halfway through High School when she had figured out which side of the fence she resided. She had dated a couple of boys in those first few years of high school, but most of the relationship was done over texts on a scroll and some prearranged and chaperoned dates. Every one of them dull, and while she could find the boys attractive, she couldn't feel herself drawn to them. By the end of her senior year, she had a short fling with a young woman whom which attended school with her. She was certainly more interesting, and the pair got along well, but with College and University looming, paths had to divert and goodbyes had to be said.
Despite it being somewhat untimely in how it ended, it at least set the record straight for Weiss. Of course, her father could never hear of such a thing, and so she had never bothered to tell him that she just wasn't into any of those nice boys he lined up for her. Or boys in general. It didn't bother her that he didn't know, or wouldn't approve. That wasn't her concern as she was her own person. But meeting Yang earlier didn't help her much. Usually, when she was home she'd find something to watch, maybe run on her treadmill a bit or do some exercises. Were she to have had projects to further complete, she would be hard at work at it. But no, she was free as a bird and it sort of terrified by it.
" Nothing to do but sit here and watch TV huh?" she thought aloud. What a boring and droll thought. As she sat there staring at the blank TV screen, she reached into her purse to apply some chap stick to her drying lips. Realizing once again that her handkerchief was not in there, she thought of Yang. Of those light pink lip glossed lips pulled into a loving smile, lilac eyes full of warmth and kindness, and that tall beautiful form. It was all too inviting, but...would it be appropriate? She remembered that she said she'd be at the bar this evening, and had all but recommended it to her. But wasn't that kinda weird? Weiss didn't want to seem like a stalker as she wasn't formally invited out, but at the same time the bar was open to anyone with money burn. And Yang was pretty friendly, so maybe she wouldn't think it was strange. After a bout of going back and fourth in her head, Weiss finally shook off the oppressing doubt, thinking again on that beautiful smile she had been gifted earlier in the day.
" Screw it. Not like I have anything better to do. And after the day I've had, I could use a drink..."