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The Vale Police Department was busier than ever, receiving phone calls every 5 minutes, especially with all the commotion that the White Fang has brought. The smell of coffee, paper, ink, and a hint of cigarettes lingered in the air of the white and brown office filled with desks. Of course, the head of the White Fang Control Group would not be spared from their wrath. Bisque Aris sat at her desk, feet on the table as her eyebrows furrowed as she went over the files of the recent Dust shops ransacked, the robberies had been suspected to be carried out by the members of the White Fang and she was currently reviewing them.
Tch. The detective brought up her warm Matcha green tea to her lips whilst holding files on the other hand. "Damn White Fang, brewing up trouble, they wouldn't need that much Dust even for a group as big as them." She thought to herself. She rubbed her ram horns and then twirled her bisque-colored hair between her fingers, a habit she had for when she thinking or stressed. Many people think it's ironic having a faunus as the head of the WFCG, thinking that a faunus simply can't go against her own kind but that was exactly why she was there, to right the wrongs of her own kind, who were using violence in order to gain peace. She had proved herself as capable, catching White Fang members as well as stopping a few heists but lately they had been more elusive and it was taking its toll on everyone, especially Bisque.
"ARIIIIIIS!" A deep, hoarse voice furiously called. The faunus detective flinched, almost crushing her cup of tea, luckily, the cap only popped off. After giving a sigh of relief and setting the tea and papers down, Bisque stood up and approached the person who called for her. What could it be this time?
"Yes, chief?" Chief Dodger was a gruff man in his mid-40's, he'd been the chief ever since Bisque became a police and she'd had to deal with him constantly, more so lately due to White Fang activity. He had harsh dark brown eyes, a mostly white beard and neatly cut hair that was slicked back, a few strands of black still here and there. The man had faintly smelled of smoke and Bisque swears he'll probably die of lung cancer rather than out there in the field with the number of cigarettes he smokes a day.
"A whole Schnee Dust Company freight was stolen! What is the meaning of this?! I thought you had enough security covering this delivery! Jacques Schnee is not happy!"
Of course big man Schnee isn't happy, a whole freight of Dust lost also means a ton of money wasted. Bisque did not like having to provide security to a man who makes millions of Lien off the backs of thousands of faunus working their asses off in hellish conditions only to be paid barely enough. Although, a job is a job and Bisque was in no position to deny this man of his services, as much as she hated to admit it, he had been funding the department generously. She was no more upset than Jacques Schnee about what happened, losing all those Dust means giving the White Fang more power and opportunities to cause trouble and incite panic.
"Aris! Did you hear what I said?!" Her train of thought was derailed at his call.
"Yes chief, I can assure you I had personally overseen the loading of state-of-the-art Atlas defense technology onto the freight. Normal White Fang brutes shouldn't have been able to handle those, they possibly could've had their higher-ups handle it."
"I don't give a flying shit of which White Fang scum did it! Find. That. Dust." He stressed whilst handing a file to Bisque.
"Yes, sir."
Bisque huffed as she headed back over to her desk, the chief couldn't be helped, he's taking the brunt of the blame for everything that's been happening. Still, it wasn't making her job any easier. She pulled the drawer of her desk out and took a strawberry lollipop from her stash, unwrapping it and popping it into her mouth, leaning back on her swivel chair as she went through the file the chief just gave her.
Estimated time of the crime: 6 AM at Forever Fall
Details: Crew members of the freight have reported to see a tall masked man with red hair and a black coat as well as a young woman with black hair and clothes invade the train. The woman had disconnected the front of the train, letting the man off with the Dust, then fleeing.
That man must be the leader of the White Fang, Adam Taurus, no wonder they got off with it so easily, he probably couldn't have trusted his subordinates to lose a large amount of Dust. Ugh, couldn't they have given a better description of the woman though? Something is off though...the White Fang would normally have killed the crew members to erase any witnesses. Looks like whoever that woman is, she had mercy for the crew members.
Now where could they have possibly hidden that much damn Dust?
After a few cups of tea and hours of going through countless files and taking phone calls from both angry and scared citizens, her shift had finally been over.
The detective had slipped on her pink coat as well as a white scarf and stepped outside, a chilly breeze hitting her face as she did, being greeted by the distinct smell of the night. She headed into the city, looking for a club, she needed to destress from everything, a few shots and loud music should do the thing. Lively places were always her kind of thing. She settled for one called Junior's which doesn't really sound like a club but a place for kids but Bisque really couldn't give a damn.
Before she even entered the place she could already hear the blasting music, stepping in, she took off her coat and placed it on a rack. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, Ah, the smell of alcohol and sweat. She weaved her way through bouncing, drunken bodies and went straight for the bar.
"Two shots of vodka, please." She ordered from the bartender, he responded with a nod and proceeded to prepare the shots.
She looked around while waiting, seeing all the lively youths dancing, shouting, and spilling alcohol onto themselves, a few even making out in the corners. Just then, she spotted an odd orange-haired man approach another man, looks like they're doing some kind of business...or not. It was none of her business and stepping in what could be just casual talk would be embarrassing.
"A pretty young woman like you shouldn't be drinking alone." A voice from behind said, drawing her attention away from the pair. Great, can't I just enjoy some time alone? Well, I did go to a club, this was expected. She knew how to handle this. She turned around to meet the source of the voice, it was a man around her age, with messy brown hair and a stubble, swishing around a drink he has in one hand. Looks like a douchebag.
"Actually, I'm not alone."
"Oh, so who're you with?"
"A man who has no chance with lil 'ol me."
"Heh, you're a fiesty one aren't you?"
She smirked. "Try me."
He returned a smug look that she'd love to punch off his face, but just as he was about to say something, a loud sound came from the dance floor and the detective saw a bunch of bodies thrown back.
What the fuck?!
Just then, people started screaming and fleeing, including the man she was just talking to. She rolled her eyes, such a man.
She looked back onto the fight that was ongoing, a blonde haired girl was throwing punch after punch and not just any ordinary ones, they came with bullets, shotgun shells to be exact. She had some sort of shotgun gauntlets, she threw a punch at a man but missed and were headed towards the faunus, luckily Bisque had been able to dodge it.
Tch. The faunus detective took cover behind a desk, she won't be able to stop that woman who seems to be in a frenzy. She didn't have her gun with her afterall, she was off her shift. Who is that blonde chick?! Judging by her weapon, she must be some huntress, no, she looks too young, a student probably. Ugh, aren't they supposed to be fighting Grimm, not men? She heard some explosions and turned around then slowly lifted her head up to check on how the fight was going, the man the orange-haired man was talking to a while ago had a bazooka which he turned into a bat and was now fighting the girl in close combat. At some point in the fight, he seemed to have pulled off some hair from the blonde girl which infuriated her, causing her to literally catch on fire and deal a finishing blow to the man,throwing him out the window.
Bisque flinched for the man, oohh that must've hurt, I think his aura kept him safe though. The pink haired rushed outside to check on the man and it looks like he's okay but unconscious.
She then looked at the blonde chick who was talking to another girl dressed in a red cape. She approached the pair.
"...a long story." She heard the blonde girl say before she called her attention.
"Excuse me, you just beat up that man." She stated, her blue eyes were met with silver and lavender ones.
"Yes I did, you got a problem with that?" She replied in a hostile tone.
"Actually I do," she answered as she took out her badge "The name's Detective Aris and I believe you had just destroyed public property as well as put a few men into the hospital. Also, aren't you a little too young to drink?" The detective enumerated.
The blonde girl laughed nervously "You see…" she started to say, before breaking into a dashing position, luckily Bisque had been able to catch her by the collar.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"But he started it!"
"You'll have plenty of time to explain yourself at the precinct." She grabbed the blonde's wrist and started pulling her off.
"Yang!"
"Ruby! Call Dad or Uncle Qrow!" She shouted as she was dragged off, leaving the other girl alone, unable to believe what just happened.
"I'll have you know I wasn't able to take my shots of vodka because of you...but you also did save me of having to deal with a douchebag wanting to get under my panties, so thanks for that, you're not off the hook though." At that, Yang huffed a sigh of defeat.
Yang, looking guilty but angry at the same time, sat on a chair in a small room across Bisque who was sitting on the table, legs crossed and twirling a pen around her fingers.
"I told you he started it!"
"I'm afraid that contradicts what several witnesses saw of you crushing his nuts, then trying to make-up with a kiss then punching him in the face, sending him flying." The detective stated, reading off a clipboard with a few papers.
The blonde huntress-in-training was silenced.
Bisque set the clipboard down and chuckled, confusing Yang. "Cheer up, blondie, that statement honestly amused me, you've got guts, you do. I commend you for that, we could all use a little more empowered women around here, but the law is the not to blow up a club next time." The detective replied in a playful tone and winked at Yang.
Yang was bewildered, how could this woman be a detective? She seems too young to already be assigned that position. Also, aren't detectives supposed to be quiet and mysterious? She seemed to be quite the opposite.
"I have a name and it's Yang, not blondie."
"Of course. So, enlighten me, why exactly were you at the club?" The older woman asked.
Yang hesitated for a bit but then answered "I just wanted to have some fun, but Junior was being a pest." Bisque stared at Yang, she's hiding something and the detective knew it, she doesn't think she'll be able to squeeze that info out of the blonde.
"Alright then, just know, there are other ways to have fun besides underage drinking." The faunus shrugged her shoulders and replied. Yang gulped, she knows she's lying.
Bisque chuckled again and raised the brawler's head. "Don't look so down, blondie, your dad and sister are here, they've handled everything. You've got a good family looking out for you, you go and treasure that."
"So I can go now?"
The detective smiled at her. "That's right. Stay out of trouble, okay? Though, I have a feeling it's trouble who comes after you. Take care, Yang." The faunus woman stood up and embraced the younger girl.
Yang stiffened, who does this detective think she is?! Hugging me after having me arrested, I swear this woman is weird….but wow, she does smell nice, like strawberries.
"Alright, now go on and get out of here, you probably can't stand it here." Bisque chuckled while opening the door and hitting Yang on the back, causing her to stumble forward. The blonde was shocked, looking back at the older woman who just smiled and waved at her. I swear this woman is so weird.
Yang then took in a deep breath, preparing herself to face a probably furious Taiyang Xiao Long.
A/N: Hi everyone! This is actually my first RWBY fanfic that I've decided to publish, I hope you all like it! I was thinking about how not everyone in the RWBY universe is a hunter/huntress and decided that they needed a little more representation. That as well as a take on the events of RWBY from an outsider's POV and an elaboration of some events that happened in between too. Bisque is bisexual here and there'll be some Bumblebee and Whiterose sooo if you don't like that, no one is forcing you to read this story. I'm not too sure if people are into a fic that isn't totally centered around the characters of RWBY so please do tell if it's okay!
Also if anyone is curious, the cover art was made by me, that's what Bisque looks like, hope you like it too!
-thewhitesnowflake