Hey folks! I got a new fic! Story has been haunting me for a while so i started it tonight.

Disclaimer

Don't own any recognisable characters or storylines from Bleach manga/anime - just using and adapting them for a bit of fun.

Haven't done enough research into American police policies and structure to write about them properly but as the main focus of the fic is else where i decided to go for it and just smile at any criticism. Any falsehoods from my take on the American police system or life in USA in general should be taken as intended, just a story! I'm a Scottish girl who lacks a strong gang culture to base this story somewhere she actually knows!

Anyway, looking forward to see what you think about this, next chapter will be up next weekend, i'm away to the land that the internet forgot - somewhere near Aberdeen for a week so will be writing but unable to post. Disclaimer - Aberdeen is a great city with full internet access (most places i imagine) I am literally going to the middle of nowhere.

Please let me know if you've read this and enjoyed it!

Phoe
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Chapter one

"Kurosaki, Madarame, my office, now."

Two completely different heads snapped up as their names were shouted, one shining from the fluorescent lights bouncing of the hairless skin, the other not needing any light to make it shine. Ichigo Kurosaki's trademark scowl was on his face, his brilliant orange hair dancing slightly around his young face as he looked back at his computer, saving his report before locking the screen and standing. His partner stood as well, a smirk plastered across his face.

"Don't know what the fuck you're smiling about." Ichigo smoothed his t-shirt down, knowing he'd be getting hell for his casual dress as well as the real reason they were getting dragged in.

"Aw, c'mon Ichi. The little punk deserved it. You know I can't turn a fight down." Ikkaku Madarame was dressed similarly to his partner, neither man comfortable in the stuffy formal suit dress the rest of the non-uniform officers adopted. The man's shaved head coupled with his graphic print t-shirt made him look like he should be in the cells below them rather than in the office.

Their boss Byakuya Kuchiki was almost feared in the office as well as in the city due to his emotionless demeanour and harsh punishments but the man's reputation of being uncrackable had just been a challenge for the pair. They kept a score on their cubicle wall showing who had managed to get a reaction the most. At that point, Ikkaku was in the lead but Ichigo wasn't far behind. The stoic dark haired man watched the pair enter his office, letting out a silent sigh at the look on Madarame's face.

"Take a seat gentlemen. I am assuming you have reason for being so informally dressed at work?"

Ichigo didn't even try to hold back his sigh. "No sir. As usual."

"May I remind you that your conduct is often in question and even appearing like you are taking your job seriously might help you both when you need it?"

"Like now you mean sir?" Ichigo really didn't know when to shut his mouth. He had clearly decided it would be him leaving the office with the point for their score sheet.

"Indeed. I know you are currently working on your official report Kurosaki, but I would like to hear a verbal report from you both, explaining exactly what happened, and why the mayor's son is currently in hospital with a dislocated jaw and a broken collar bone."

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Ichigo walked out of the room with a rare smile on his face, not looking back at his boss in an attempt to hide it but in doing so he missed a similar smile on the normally stoic face.

"Told you, no one likes that little shit, not even his dad. He needed to be cut down a peg or two. His dad wouldn't be wanting his little boy's drug problem to become public after all." Ikkaku put his feet up on his desk, leaning back in his chair to bump into Ichigo's. The desks were set up in a large open space, pairs of desks surrounded by u-shaped dividers with various bits of paper and calendars stuck to them. Officers sat with their partners at the desks, the dividers giving the illusion of personal office space in an open plan room. Ichigo reached forward and pulled the score sheet off the blue cushioned divider, giving himself a stroke with the black biro in his hand.

"Only two more before I draw equal. And yes, he is a little shit but I really don't appreciate getting pulled into your fights, I have enough of my own to worry about." Ichigo had been the one to dislocate the snot's jaw with his powerful kick, tired of hearing the drugged up little ass tell them they wouldn't dare touch him, 'don't you know who my father is?'

It did shut him up at least; well he did still make some whining and groaning noises but they were less annoying than his voice. Ichigo opened his desktop again, his long fingers caressing the keys as he typed in his password and then restarted his report, rereading his previous lines to get him started. Ikkaku drifted off to do some of his own paperwork, him not having to submit a written report since Ichigo was his superior technically. It did mean the buck stopped with the red head but Ichigo's don't give a shit attitude and his knowledge of the rule book inside and out kept him out of trouble most of the time, no matter how hard his partner tried.

They had been working together for three years after Ichigo's previous partner left the force and disappeared. Ichigo had been ridiculously close to Renji Abarai, his then superior and the vibrant, crimson haired man had been the one to make Ichigo realise he was attracted to men. Ichigo had never acted on his crush, Renji never seemed to reciprocate his feeling and he didn't want to break their partnership. Then they were put onto a case that changed his outspoken and confident partner, turned him into a much more serious man who was quickly obsessed with bringing a gang lord down. Ichigo didn't get much chance to find out why Renji was so fanatical about the case before Ichigo found out Renji had turned in his badge and removed himself completely from Ichigo's life, leaving the orange haired man unable to even find out where he went. The family Ichigo knew of had no idea where he went and though he tried at first to find him, Renji was a grown man who had chosen to leave, not a missing child who could be traced easily.

Three years later and Ichigo had a new partner, Ikkaku was a damn good cop even if he was a bit wired, he complemented Ichigo well. The pair got a lot of the hard to crack cases and often were used as 'bad cops' by their more traditional colleagues, the pair had often sat in the interrogation rooms in their delinquent clothes, their mere presence being enough sometimes to work.

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"Kurosaki, Madarame, my office now."

The two heads snapped up, Ichigo instantly turning on his partner, the scowl he always wore deepening dramatically. "What the fuck have you done now?"

They stood together, the bald man shrugging and looking genuinely puzzled. "Fucked if I know. You sure you haven't done anything?"

Ichigo shoved his hands into his acid washed black skinny jeans pockets, his shoulders set defensively almost automatically as they approached the door. "Not this week as far as I know."

The boss didn't look pissed, that didn't mean much when you took his lack of emotion normally into consideration but it was a good sign none the less. "Don't look so worried boys; I actually need your help. Matsumoto and Hitsugaya need a little help with a suspect and I was hoping you'd lend them your usual assistance."

"Of course sir. Today?" Ichigo removed his hands from his pockets, stance now more relaxed.

"Indeed, they are stating the preliminary interrogation at eleven; I would suggest you join them around twelve. Kurosaki I need to speak to you a moment alone if that is alright with you."

Ichigo looked over at his partner who shrugged, his face not bothered as he left, closing the door behind him. Ichigo didn't normally take the seat offered to him in the boss's office but he was on the back foot at that moment with the boss's request.

"Do I even want to know what you've been doing that would make you panic so much at getting asked to speak to you alone?"

Ichigo schooled his face so that it only displayed his usual scowl, controlling his emotions better. "Sorry sir, just not sure why you would need to ask Ikkaku to leave."

"Well, it's about the suspect you two are going to be dealing with. Do you remember the name Sousuke Aizen?"

Ichigo's body betrayed his instant tension, if he had been a cat his tail would have thickened.

"I don't really need a verbal answer to that. Well the man you will be seeing today is one of Aizen's and I just wanted to give you the heads up. If you are uncomfortable with this I can take you off of the case altogether."

Ichigo's scowl deepened, all the tension in his body giving him a headache with its intensity. Sousuke Aizen had been the man he and Renji had been investigated just before the man disappeared. They could never pin anything on the man and what he found out while investigation the man would keep a lesser man awake at night. "No sir, I can handle it. I take it we finally caught someone high up doing something stupid."

"Kind of, it's a bit strange really; it is almost like he wanted to be caught. I'm hoping you and Madarame can either intimidate it out of him, or irritate him enough to crack, god knows you are the best at both."

Ichigo inclined his head at the compliment, knowing the boss recognised the skills within what could be taken as insults. "We will do our best sir."

Ichigo returned to his desk, his partner instantly pulling his chair up beside the other, leaning his chin on his hand, elbow on the desk as he waited so the reason he was asked to leave.

"Seriously not a big deal. Boss just wanted to make sure some ancient history didn't get in the way of this new job. I told him it wasn't even an issue." Ichigo tried to block out his partner's stare as he worked on some emails he'd received. While Ichigo and Ikkaku weren't quite as close as Ichigo and Renji had been, they were still very attuned to each other and Ikkaku knew his moods well.

The older male chose to not press his partner on the issue, knowing the man well enough that Ichigo would probably just close up and not talk at all the rest of the day, or turn violent. Maybe he'd bring it up right before they went to help Tosh and Rangiku.

They were given the nod by their boss just before twelve and the pair stood, heading down to the interrogation rooms three floors below their office. Ichigo was still being quiet, standing against the elevator wall with his leg kicked up and his arms crossed over his t-shirt clad chest. They were both dressed casually as usual, Ichigo in his grey-black jeans and deep red t-shirt with the front a complete graphic print mainly in black and Ikkaku in the dark denim jeans and black polo shirt. Both had their badges on display at their waist and Ikkaku was wearing his holster even if his gun was locked in his desk. Both men were licensed to carry hidden arms but neither really liked the weapons. Ikkaku had a fairly wicked looking knife strapped to his left leg at all times but that was only for self-protection, so he insisted anyway. The pair headed into the side room at first to get a heads up on the man they'd been sent to 'see'.

The small dark room had light only coming from the large glass on one wall, seeing into the next room clearly and unobserved, as long as they were quiet. Their colleagues Toshiro Hitsugaya and Rangiku Matsumoto were on one side of a basic table, the lady sitting, wearing a black shirt and pencil skirt, the top barely containing her ample chest while the man stood just behind her, a scowl to rival Ichigo's own on the young looking face. Toshiro was often mistaken for a teenager even if he was approaching thirty due to his short stature and youthful face. Even his prematurely white hair didn't help; it just made him stand out more.

Opposite them sat their new challenge, the man in the seat seemingly unconcerned that he was in a holding cell getting questioned by some fairly high up officers. He was tall, taller than Ichigo by the look of his frame and tightly muscled with broad shoulders hidden by his white suit jacket. Even his clothes looked confident, a white suit and blue shirt that matched its owner's hair a bold choice that only a few people could get away with. His face was all sharp lines and contours that would make a plastic surgeon weep and his lazy smirk spoke volumes to the pair in the office. This one would be fun to crack.

Ichigo nodded towards the room with his head, his partner knowing instantly what he meant and he adopted his own smirk as they headed next door, Ichigo knocking on the door before opening it.

Ichigo let his gaze roam over the three occupants, exchanging a nod with the two cops before turning his scowl on the third.

Grimmjow hadn't been worried when he was asked to sit in the interrogation room. They didn't even cuff him to the uncomfortable seat, clearly they wanted him amenable. The shitty cop coffee sat cold in front of him, the white polystyrene cup looking a bit battered, clearly from a package that wasn't used often; another sign they were making effort with him. Either that or they didn't trust him with a ceramic mug.

He'd been careful, plotting his capture carefully; even the day and time had been chosen for one reason and one reason only. When that reason stepped into the room, Grimmjow had to control himself, the man who had only been a description previously and it hadn't done him justice. Grimmjow had to learn to control his expressions better as the man was clearly onto a little of his thoughts, the orange haired man defensive and scowling his way. The other new man in the room only got a brief glance, his appearance now in Grimmjow's head but finding him unworthy of any further attention. Returning his gaze to his target he took in the lithe frame that was slightly more muscular than he had been expecting but was still long, slim and hard looking. He was the least cop looking cop Grimmjow had ever seen, dressed like he could be in the gang rather than in the police headquarters.

Ichigo for his part wasn't liking the intense stare he was receiving, the brilliant blue eyes burning holes through him. It was making him feel vulnerable even in his own building with three other police officers in the room with him along with his impressive collection of martial art qualifications. The blue haired man might be bigger than him but he felt he could take him in an unarmed fight.

"Thank you for joining us Detective Kurosaki, Detective Madarame. Mr Sexta, first name undisclosed, these are two of my colleagues who are going to sit in for the second part of our process. Do you have any questions before we begin?"

"Yes, is he single and gay? I think I might break him but I'd make it worth his while." Grimmjow gestured at Ichigo as he spoke, all four of the police in the room horrified at the statement.

"Detective Kurosaki's personal life has no standing in this conversation; please keep your statements to the point."

"Definitely gay. A straight bloke would have been more horrified and less embarrassed. As for single, I don't see a ring, not that it means much. Maybe he's fucking his cue ball friend." Grimmjow's smirk grew as Ikkaku's face paled. The bald man was also gay but neither of the partners felt that way about the other.

"Mr Sexta, if you continue to make personal remarks about one of the officers then you will be returned to your cell until you are ready to cooperate." Toshiro was finding it difficult to maintain his professionalism. He allowed himself a glance at Ichigo but was puzzled to see the man almost amused at the comments getting thrown his way.

Ichigo was fuming on the inside but wasn't willing to let any chance to crack this guy slip by. He knew others found him attractive even if he was usually humble about his appearance, he wasn't afraid to flaunt it a bit to help him out. If this guy was attracted to him maybe he could flirt it out of him. If not than the usual beating would have to suffice.

He walked up to the desk, perching on it at the side closest to the suspect, crossing his long legs over each other like a woman and leaning back on his arm. "Currently single and yes I am gay. Think you might have offended my partner with the suggestion that I'd be fucking him."

Grimmjow's grin turned feral, soaking up the sex appeal in front of him. "Well sweet heart, why don't you just sit on my lap? Bet it's a whole lot more comfortable."

"That maybe but you think far too highly of yourself. Mr Sexta, any chance of that first name?" Ichigo dropped his voice at his request, huskiness creeping in.

"You tell me yours and I'll tell you mine."

"Mr Sexta it is then."

"Oh yes, I'd love to hear you scream that. Say it again, slower and lower." Grimmjow leaned forward, his hands clasped on his lap as he ran his tongue over his teeth.

"Ichigo, what the fuck are you doing?" Ikkaku spoke in Japanese; the pair used it often, their shared heritage giving them a way to speak in private even in public. Ikkaku clocked the suspect's scowl telling him they were clear to converse.

Ichigo turned to his partner. "Hey, if it works."

"For fuck's sake if you're that damn horny I'll get you a fucking stripper."

"Ok, the only word I recognised there was stripper, what the fuck?"

Ichigo smirked down at the man. "And why is it the only word you know in Japanese is 'stripper'?"

Grimmjow winked up at the man, relaxing back in his chair now he had the orange haired man's attention again. "Long story pet. I'll tell you another time."

"Detective Histugaya, perhaps it would be better for you to continue before I have to defend my honour properly." Ichigo gave Sexta one last half eyes look before standing and joining his partner against the wall, adopting his usual pose with one leg kicked up behind him.

"Thank you Detective Kurosaki."

The questions were boring, Grimmjow not even thinking while he dodged them his gaze locked on the honey brown one off to his side, ignoring the man speaking to him.

Eventually even the ultra-professional Tosh cracked. "Mr Sexta, you are clearly dodging the questions and yet you haven't come up with a story as to why you were easily subdued."

"Well detective, if you must know I believe you better get your boss down. I suppose six hours isn't bad. I had hoped for longer."

Tosh felt his anger rise as he realised he was getting toyed with. He was hiding his surprise at Ichigo's restraint. Each and every opportunity to get a dig or an innuendo towards the orange haired man had been abused thoroughly and it seemed to just wash over the other. Only his usual scowl was in place but that didn't betray his usual feelings. He excused himself, Rangiku following and being quieter than usual but that didn't surprise her superior. Before Ichigo had set foot into the room, the woman had been Sexta's focus, his unashamed bantering being too much for the usually overconfident lady.

Ichigo walked over to Rangiku's abandoned chair and turned it, straddling the seat and leaning his arms on the back. He tilted his head as he examined the man on the other side of the table, appreciating the view, just the aesthetic though. The character behind the good looks was clearly over confident and a bit of an asshole.

"Thank fuck she's gone. I thought she was going to smother me with those fun bags. Didn't know cops came that shape."

"Does this work in the real world? Your asshole persona? Does it actually get you places? From what I've heard you have allowed us to bring you hear and you haven't even hinted at why."

"I'll tell you after I fuck you if you like. I do like a little pillow talk after. I bet you're a screamer. Do you scream out in Japanese or in English? I don't care I just want to know."

Ichigo took a deep breath to avoid launching himself at the one across the table and he knew his partner was feeling something similar, Ikkaku coming to stand at his elbow in support. Ikkaku's normally smirking face was pinched into a scowl, his muscular arms crossed over his chest. "I think we're wasting our time here. He wants to speak to the boss, let's leave him to it." Ichigo stood, starting to turn before the other man spoke up.

"I'll not say a fucking word if you leave."

That made Ichigo stop, turning back to the man with a frown. "What?"

"You heard, you stay and I'll sing a pretty tune but if you leave I'll not say a word. Then I'll walk out of here and your chance at Aizen will be gone."

It was the first time the man had even mentioned an affiliation to the gang lord and he'd timed it perfectly, Toshiro and Byakuya walking into the room.

"Thank you Detectives, I think I can take it from here."

"I'm sorry sir, but the suspect has just stated that he will only talk if Detective Kurosaki remains in the room. We're not going anywhere."

Ichigo felt bolstered by his partner's support and he stood a little straighter, scowling at the suspect when he smiled in approval. Ichigo got to keep his seat as his boss sat beside him, the other two detectives standing to the side.

Byakuya started the interview again and Grimmjow spoke, stilted but at least he was answering. Ichigo rolled his eyes quickly, seeing it was going to take a long time to get to the good part.

"Cut the crap Sexta, what do you want to tell us?" Ichigo let out a small smirk at the feral grin on the other's face, a little respect for the suspect creeping out.

"Are you sure I can't keep this one? Anyway the kid's right. I want out but there is no fucking way I can get out. I'm his number six and if he finds out I've even admitted that he'd kill me and my sister. The only way to get free is to get him sent down or at least scared enough that he scarpers. So I arranged it for me to pay your lovely gents a visit."

"And we've just got to trust your word that you want to go straight? You're keeping your real name to yourself for a season; Sexta means six so it's your rank not your name."

"The kid believes me, don't you detective?" Grimmjow gestured towards Ichigo as he spoke, Byakuya looking at his subordinate for conformation.

"Yes sir, I do believe him. I don't trust him though."

"Too right, and you shouldn't. You investigated Aizen a few years ago but didn't turn anything up; I can give you all the information you need."

"Information only goes so far. I need proof."

"Proof of what? The mayor's involvement in the drugs side? Aizen's less than legal dealings with Mexican cartels?"

"All of it, I need physical proof of it all."

"Like what? I can hardly find a bit of paper with all the name of his bff's on it."

"One of my officer's would be able to procure the required evidence, if you can get someone in that is. You would have to testify against Aizen and stand trial for any crimes you have been involved in."

"Yeah yeah I know. I've never really done anything big, I was in charge of the security so I have seen far too much to ever get it out of my head."

Ichigo interrupted then. "If you are head of security can't you bring us footage of his crimes? It seems a bit long winded to go any other way."

"I keep track of the footage yes but it is stored internally and the head of IT is a total dick, the intranet is locked so tight I wouldn't be able to copy anything. As for getting one of your guys in, I might be able to manage that. I could get them into my department, that way they'd have pretty free access to the buildings." Grimmjow's smirk widened just a tad as he saw his opportunity. "I do have to warn you that any one going in would have to be prepared for a hellish hazing, Aizen insists on all new starts to go through a series of initiation steps to prove their loyalty, it can get pretty rough."

"Rough how?" Ichigo had to ask, he was getting a horrible feeling that he knew where this was going.

Grimmjow stood up, the four men in the room tensing and readying themselves for combat. Grimmjow just rolled his eyes before turning, pulling his shirt and jacket out of the way to display the large brand on his back. "This was a little part of my own initiation; it wasn't pleasant I can assure you. Only his leaders get branded so your guy won't get that at least." Grimmjow straightened before tucking himself back together.

"Ok, then we will organise something. I will review the possible officers and return to you."

"He'll have to be tough, and a grafter. No pussies or lazy fat lumps. It'll help if he's a bit exotic or foreign, Aizen's got a bit of a thing against Americans and most of his workers are at least slightly non Caucasian."

"What are you?"

"Ich bin Deutsch, German."

Ichigo rolled his eyes; well it wasn't like he hadn't done under cover work before.

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