Deadly Weapons
by Golden Snowflake
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- Chapter 1 -
The first time Officer Kevin Barr found himself on Eddward's doorstep was a routine disturbance call. A neighbor heard shouting, two men; glass was breaking and it was scaring her and her children. The dog in the heavily wooded yard across the street was barking frantically and vigilantly as he arrived.
Consciously breathing deeply, the young policeman drew his weapon and approached the house. He could hear screaming from the end of the short driveway. Before he had even gotten on the porch, there was an immense crash.
"Peach Creek Police Department; come to the door now." Five months and it still sounded like a joke coming from his uncertain mouth. He waited and heard a grunt and then a pause. The dog across the street yelped hysterically.
"Police! Open the door now."
A hoarse, deep voice came from inside. "Everything's fine. We don't need any help."
"Open the door now," Kevin called, and when the man replied again, closer, he lifted his gun, his heart pounding in his ears.
"We don't need any help, sir, everything's under control."
The redhead edged forward and tried the door, finding it unlocked. Tensing as he steeled himself for what he might find, he threw it open and recaptured his gun with both hands. "Peach Creek Police Department! Hands where I can see them, now."
The figure closer to him was taller and wiry, muscles standing out through his dingy white wife-beater. The one behind him was small, slim, with black hair and huge eyes. There was a streak of blood running from his upper lip.
"Officer, we were just having a discussion," the man with shaggy blonde hair half-yelled, hands hovering by his ears as he shifted his weight. "Everything's completely under control."
"Hands on your head. Back toward me slowly."
The man half-turned toward him, rolling his bright blue eyes. "Sir, I told you, there's no reason for you to be here-"
Running out of patience, Kevin approached him in two quick strides and wrenched one sweaty wrist behind the man's back while sheathing his gun with the other. "I said put your hands on your head," he growled, snapping a handcuff onto the blonde before he had the chance to pull away. There were papers scattered everywhere and a chair was overturned near the pair. The smaller male staggered backward, whimpering as Kevin cuffed his aggressor. The blonde jerked hard when the redhead took his other arm, but Kevin held his wrist in place, shoving it down to the open handcuff as soon as the man stopped struggling.
"I didn't do anything wrong, officer."
Pushing him toward the front door, Kevin forced himself to speak as if he hadn't just been afraid for his life. "You're under arrest for disturbing the peace and domestic battery."
"I don't understand, everything was under control," the wiry man protested, stumbling onto the grass as Barr walked him to the cruiser.
"We can throw resisting arrest in there too if you want."
At that, the guy shut up. Kevin eased him down into the back seat and shut the door, straightening up and letting himself gasp for breath. A curtain pulled back from a neighboring house's window fell into place and caught his eye; the dog next door was yapping softly, still unsure whether things had returned to normal.
It took him a moment to find himself. Kevin sighed and pulled the notebook from his pocket before returning to the house.
The boy inside looked to be around Kevin's age if not a little younger, his eyes dark and immense and his black hair clinging to his cheekbones. "Sir, can you tell me what happened here?"
"It was just a minor altercation."
His voice was raspy and soft. His hands trembled at his sides.
"Please, just for procedure." Kevin pulled the pen out of the little notebook's spiral. "I just need to know how this all took place."
The young man's eyes were owlish. He blinked back tears, grimacing as he bit back a sob. The blood on his lip had dried into an ugly black crescent. "We were talking and we - we had a disagreement. We may have raised our v-voices but … I promise, officer, it won't happen again. I'm so, so sorry for causing the neighborhood any trouble."
Kevin swallowed, unable to come up with the words to convince the man that this was necessary. "I'll just document your injuries, sir. Let me get my camera turned on - can you give me your name?"
"Eddward Vincent," he ravenette murmured softly. "Eddward with two d's."
The cheap digital camera beeped as Kevin took pictures of the swollen, bloody lip and a bruise on the man's pale shoulder that was too dark to be more than a few minutes old. "Do you have any injuries from the altercation other than your shoulder and the-" Kevin gestured at his full lips, thrown off-balance by the individual's painfully fragile demeanor.
"No, no." He sniffed, backing away and drawing his arms around himself. "No, he - he didn't mean it. Things escalated and he struck me and he-"
"Okay, okay, Eddward, that's okay." Kevin flipped the notebook shut and took a cautious step forward, reaching out to touch his arm. "That's definitely enough for the report - for me to work with. Right now he's going to jail on charges of disturbance and domestic battery, but you'll need to press charges separately if you want a restraining order on him. Is the house in your name, sir?" He could feel his voice softening in response to the young man's terrified shaking. Eddward didn't jerk away when Kevin touched his baggy sleeve, but he seemed to tighten in on himself impossibly, arched brows pinching together as he squeezed his eyes shut.
"No," he whispered, "I don't want to press any charges."
The redhead was stunned.
"Sir, I - Eddward, it's clear to me - not only me, but the whole neighborhood what's going on here. I don't know if this is a routine thing and nobody's called it in before or if this is a first-time thing for him, but this kind of situation isn't safe. You're injured, and he isn't. I'll ask him of course, and inspect him, but it's obvious he was the aggressor."
Eddward whimpered, refusing to look up.
"Look I - I can't force you to file against him, but come on, man, you can't let things get to this point. It's … it's my job to keep people safe, and I can't do that if you let people into your home that are violent like this."
"I know," the man barely breathed. "I know."
"Now, he's probably not gonna be in for very long. I don't know if he's your roommate or just a friend or what, but please, you need to start looking for better people to hang around with."
"I know. He's not coming back here."
"Okay." Kevin nodded, putting a hand on his hip. His stomach sank as his gaze wandered over the hideous blot on the young man's delicate collarbone. "Do you need any medical attention tonight?"
"No." The boy's voice was thick with barely-restrained tears. "No, I'm fine."
"All right," said Barr, even though he didn't know what to do and everything was profoundly not all right. "Please call us if you get into any trouble, okay, Eddward?"
Nodding hastily, he rasped, "Okay."
Feeling like he was going to be ill, Officer Barr headed back to his car and the blonde man as the ravenette closed the door behind him.
A/N: Surprise! This is a story I've been toying with for a while now, based on a drawing by c2ndy2c1d of cop!Kevin and delinquent!Edd. I also watch hours of Cops everyday while writing and doing homework, so that probably helped. I know this is a complete disaster technically and that there's tons of procedural stuff you don't see on television, but I also wanted Kevin to still be kind of unsure of himself and forgetful, too. I hope that's an adequate excuse for how bad this is. ~*v*~
I've been obsessed with Ed Edd n' Eddy since spring break and that's like a third of a year oops