AN: It's been a long time guys. I know I haven't updated C&M in forever. I will soon. But I just had this nagging story in my head that I had to write and share. It will probably be quite short. As always, all mistakes are mine. I also do not claim to know jack about the life of a beat cop. Thank you for your continued support in this new year!
"Morning Officer Robbins!"
"Morning Maddie!" The young cop waves to the little girl as she passes by the local park on her police issued bicycle.
"Hiya doing Robbins?"
"Awesome, Mrs. Williams!" she replies to the woman watering her plants.
"Looking good, Officer!"
She cringes, but smiles, nonetheless, at the creepy old man that's always checking her out.
"Thanks, Mr. Lester."
As she makes her way through her neighborhood beat, she smiles. She'd always wanted to be a cop. Her father was a cop, her older brother is a cop, and now she's one too.
Newbies started with patrol. Her other colleagues hated patrolling; they always complained about how bored they were. Arizona Robbins, on the other hand, loved it. She loves riding her bike around and getting to know the residents of the community. She knew most of the people by name as they knew hers as well.
The occasional soreness from the seat was a minor problem but, all in all, she had no complaints. Hell, she even got to wear shorts to work and top it off with a bright pink helmet. The dream job.
Her thoughts get sidetracked by a frustrated curse from a nearby home. A dark-haired woman dropped a bag of groceries on the driveway and oranges are now tumbling down towards the street.
The officer brings her bike to a halt and grabs the fruit that veered off. As she approaches the two-story home, she recognizes it as the Torres residence where Aria Torres and her two kids live. But the woman she saw a glimpse of is not Aria. Actually, she can't even see her face right now as this woman's ample ass is bent over as she's trying to gather her groceries.
Arizona finds herself staring at the butt that's on display. How the jean shorts fit so nicely and fully. She's never been a butt kinda girl but this ass is quickly changing that.
"Oh, hello."
Arizona snaps out of her trance and blushes, "Hi-hello, um, good morning ma'am."
"Good morning, Officer. I see you've managed to save my oranges."
The cop has a hard time responding because this woman's beauty has left her sort of speechless.
Her ass was nice, but her face is quite something with long dark hair framing it. The cop's eyes shamelessly wander down to her chest. Her breasts are practically spilling out of her tank top. And god, those legs. She is definitely a leg woman.
Arizona closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to control the raging hard-on that's starting to form in her navy shorts.
"Officer? Are you okay?" The woman touches her shoulder and her scent fills her nostrils.
Coconut and vanilla. So good.
Arizona finds her voice, "Sorry. I-yes ma'am. I got your oranges."
She squeezes the fruits in her hands nervously, "They're really nice oranges."
The woman smiles in amusement and it makes her breath catch in her throat for a moment.
"Yes, they are."
She smiles dumbly then shakes her head, "I'm sorry. Let me introduce myself. I'm Officer Arizona Robbins."
"Callie Torres," the brunette balances the bag with one arm and takes the offered hand.
"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Torres." Arizona smiles.
"Oh, it's just miss now. I got divorced recently. Moving in with my sister, Aria."
"I can see the resemblance now!"
Callie laughs softly, "Yeah, we get that a lot."
They stare at each other for another minute until Arizona offers to help with the rest of her groceries.
Once all the bags have been set, the cop starts to make her leave. She can feel a very uncomfortable boner in her shorts and she doesn't want it to make an appearance.
"Officer Robbins, would you like to stay for a snack? I was just going to whip up some sandwiches and fresh lemonade."
"I should really be getting ba-"
"Please? As a thank for your help."
Her brain is saying that it's a bad idea, but "Of course" is what comes out of her mouth.
"Great!"
She takes off her helmet and smooths down her loose bun while she smiles awkwardly.
As Ms. Torres gathers ingredients from the fridge, Officer Robbins leans against the kitchen island, trying to figure out how the hell to get through this lunch without coming in her own damn undies. And as loud thunder roars from outside, she knows she's completely fucked.
AN2: Let me know your thoughts. Continue or not?