Story: (currently) "New York City Hero"
Character Pairing: Brittany/Santana
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Prologue ~ Santana's POV
"So I see you closed the Draskin case, Miss Lopez." The disembodied voice managing to hold large amounts of power and pride as it flows from the speaker phone. "That was quicker than expected."
"Well, when you've got nothing better to do than catch a man alleged of stealing city corner trash cans, stuff gets done pretty fast." I reply smoothly. Leaning back in my suede leather chair with a classic black fedora tipped down my face, I allow myself a smug grin. It had been a far larger case than what I portrayed, but I was never one to outright brag in the office.
"Mhm, hopefully the city'll just learn to bolt 'em down this time. Can't see why it wasn't done in the first place, really." I can't help but divulge in my well known eye roll, I mean really, was he honestly this angry about rubbish bins? My boss mutters on for a few more minutes about the importance of recycling and proper trash collection while I zone out before he finally says something of interest: "Anyhow, we've got bigger things to get to the bottom of, Miss Lopez, though I'm sure you already know that."
Wait; there are things more important than clean city streets? I groan and pull my hand roughly over my face, catching the fedora and taking it off on the way. How the hell was my boss ever the best detective around? He can't even find the tie he's wearing.
"I'm sure I am aware of that, there's forever a new crook on the loose, but I can always use a little more specific reminding. Got a certain case you want me to crack?" I'm hoping for a straight answer, no dilly-dallying, but of course…
"Right you are my dear, never a time without crime in a city. I suppose that's one of its defining characteristics in fact, besides the geographical parts and whatnot. Never mind, what was I talking about again? Oh yes, I've gotten a call about a new development concerning the ensured safety of locals through the means of an unidentified person. Or to be blunt, we've got a New York City superhero, it would seem."
I chew thoughtfully on the inside of my cheek for a few moments before I tentatively ask:
"Have we got pictures and reliable sources, or is this a community story?"
"David has been collecting all the evidence he can the past few days, and it's a lot to go off of. He's got many solid accounts and fairly clear photos considering the usual grainy captures. 'Course the most recent he's picked up was a few days ago, but we're hoping the Robin Hood will perform again soon."
"So he's stealing from the rich and giving to the poor? Robbing the lawyers in Manhattan and handing it off to street thugs in the Bronx, or what?"
"You're wrong in a few ways there, Miss Lopez. Firstly, they're not the literal Robin Hood, but rather more a superman or batman, no stealing being done. Secondly, they've been found operating all over NYC, not any certain boroughs. And thirdly, 'he' is in fact a 'she'."
Now I'm sitting up with my heels on the floor, hands folding under my chin as I mull over what I've been told.
"I don't quite see how this falls under my usual line of work, sir."
"It doesn't. There's no real bad guy to catch here, just some digging I'd like you to do. There's a good story here if we could identify and interview our heroine. You know, hopefully good enough to make front page or at least we could sell the information we learn to another paper."
I'm about to ask another practical question when my boss begins talking again.
"You'll have to work with Mr. Perone for a bit seeing as he's got all the information right now. I hope that won't be a problem."
"Of course not, sir, we're professionals." I'm furiously drumming my fingers on the edge of my desk while I take soothing breaths. David-frickin'-Perone. Damn son of a bitch would find his way into this. Guess I'll just have to unmask this hero as soon as possible. "Is there anything else, sir?"
"Not really. Meet with David sometime today and try to work out the best course of action for finding our superwoman. Keep me posted, your pay will be the usual and you've got about a week before we're dropping it." And with that the phone goes dead and I'm left fuming in my office.
Sorry the Prologue was so monologue-heavy. I have to set the story first. Let me know if you think I should continue. I've got a a vague plan, but I want to make sure the idea hasn't been overused.
~Gracie