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Alec POV
The meeting place is always the same. Deserted alleyway in no-one-gives-a-fuck-ville, with a shitty suitcase. The black leather suitcase thing is a bit of a tip off to anyone who has ever seen any action movie, so it's usually a five dollar one from EBay. The alley thing is a bit cliché too, but this amount is too big to pocket in a club and who the hell brings a suitcase to the park? Just a bit conspicuous. They're clichés for a reason. No cop is randomly shinning his high beams into dark alleyways at 2am. If they are, my fedora hides my face pretty decently. I've always been a hat guy.
I lift my Rolex to check the time, 2:12am. I inwardly growl, I hate it when they're late. The suitcase is feeling increasingly heavier in my hands, and the alleyway smells of garbage. Occupational hazard. The sound of shoes crunching across the pavement alerts me. I glance up slightly so he still can't see my face under the brim of my hat. Damn. He is gorgeous. The tall man approaches while my jaw is located somewhere on the ground.
His eyes are of Asian descent, with hazel irises with flecks of golden and brown around the pupils. The orange street lights cast an unusual shadow around him, mysterious, confident and dead sexy. Christ, one very good looking man and I'm sixteen again. One wouldn't normally think two years was much time, but it was. Everything about my life is entirely different from the shy junior who watched the boys on the football field instead of the girls in the tight cheerleading outfits.
"Do you have it?" He asks, his voice velvety and smooth. Oh sweet Jesus, his fucking voice! I blink, stutter an incoherent version of the word yes, and hold up the suitcase. I'm suddenly grateful for the hat covering half of my red face. When the guy reaches for it, I find my voice. "Uh, uh. Money first. You show me the money, I show you the drugs, and we both go on our merry way." I explain, trying not to sound like a 5th grader. He reaches for what I assume is his phone, but instead he pulls out a black leather wallet.
"You've got to be shitting me." I say, laughing. "Unless you have more than half a mil in there, I'm walking." Had this guy ever bought drugs before? The man smiles. He flips the wallet open; it wasn't a wallet. It's an I.D badge that reads NYPD. "Really?" I ask, dropping the suitcase and putting my hands up. He shrugs, and moves towards me. I turn and run. I used to run track, and I always have an escape plan. Quite useful for times such as this. The alleyway has a dead end, which is probably why he's picked it. However, there are fire escapes. Much like the one attached to the building we're next to.
The black ladder attached to the building is rickety but will hopefully hold my weight. I leap on it, taking two at a time while the guy curses behind me. I glance below me, he's climbing fast. I grip the steel rungs harder and pull myself up to the roof. The door that leads to the stairs is about 15 feet away from me. My feet pound hard against the ground, and I almost reach the door handle when I hear a click.
He has a gun. Great. I turn around slowly, putting my hands up. "What's your name?" He asks me. "Believe me. You would know who I am." I say, as I walk a bit closer. Come on, just let me get a little closer to you. He still doesn't lower his gun. Just as I am right in front of him, I stop. "What's your name?" I ask, hoping he can't see how red my face is. Running and talking to an absurdly attractive cop has got me all hot and bothered. The guy snorts, "I have a gun to your face, and proof you're a drug dealer. But you want to know my name?"
I shrug, and pull my hat farther down my face self-consciously. "Why not?" I squeak out, my voice ridiculously high. "Magnus Bane. Detective, NYPD." He replies. "So before I get locked up forever, do I get one last phone call? My parents should probably be aware." I say, a bit sarcastically. Magnus's mouth drops, "How old are you?" I smile, "Eighteen." Magnus's golden pupils are the size of saucers. "You must be the youngest, most famous drug dealer in New York." He says in awe, his voice entwined with half admiration and half surprise.
I shrug, and reach down while glancing back at him. He nods giving his permission. Faster than the poor guy can even think, I push his hands upwards and twist the gun out of his hands. I point it back at him. He sure looks pissed now. "You realize you're pointing an armed gun at a police officer, right?" Magnus asks, angrily. "Do you realize there's a reason I'm famous?" I ask him. He throws his hands up in the air dramatically. "Other than you sell the cleanest blow in the city and no one's knows anything about you?" He says, cocking an eyebrow. Damn, that's sexy. Easy, Alec. Easy.
"It's because I have never gotten caught. And yes, being invisible does help with that." I deadpan. I click it open, take the bullets and toss it back to him. I walk backwards towards the door, and slam my head into it. Ouch. Smooth, Alec. Real smooth. Magnus Bane is smirking at me. "To recover from that," I say with my hand on the door knob. "Would it be cliché to say catch me if you can?" He scoffs, and nods.
I open the door, "The best of luck to you, Magnus Bane." I step into the staircase and lock the door behind me. He's going to be so pissed. I descend down the stairs, get to the bottom floor of the apartment, and disappear into the night.