This story is something myself, Kristen and Katie (PugNTurtle) have written. We disclaim every WWE superstar in this story. Clearly we don't own them. God knows what would happen to Joey if we got our hands on him. This will be a short story, 3 to 5 chapters at most. Enjoy!
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"You bitch!"
"Shut the hell up and get in there!" Detective Lilian Garcia pushed the suspect to a bank robbery into a holding cell, slamming the door shut and locking it. "Asshole," Lilian muttered, shaking her head and turning her back on the suspect, glaring down at the hole in the knee of her pants, courtesy of tackling the unruly man.
"Having a bad day, Detective Garcia?" Officer Randy Orton asked, the trademark smirk evident on his face.
"Does it look like it's a good day, Officer?" Lilian snapped.
"Well, I'm looking at you, so of course it does."
She rolled her eyes at the younger officer. "Do you ever stop?"
"If you give me a chance baby, then I will."
"It's never going to happen." The female police officer ran a hand through her hair as she walked away from him.
He ran after her. "Stop lying to yourself Blondie."
The blonde opened her mouth to reply, but was cut off by her commanding officer. "Detective Garcia, in my office!"
Now it was her turn to smirk. "I'm not lying." She looked at Randy. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to get my promotion to Sergeant Garcia, and you can bet your sweet ass I'm not going to let a punk like you push me around any longer." Lilian winked at him and then added, "Babe."
As she was walking towards Captain McMahon's office, Detective Charlie Haas headed towards Randy, eating an apple. "It won't happen, man. Just let it go."
Randy shrugged him off. "Please, I'll have her nailed in two weeks or less."
Charlie shook his head, taking another bite of his apple. "Keep dreaming," he chuckled and then left to head back to his office.
"Good afternoon, Captain," Lilian said cheerfully after shutting the door to Vince McMahon's private office.
"Good afternoon, Detective," Captain McMahon said, gesturing to her to shut the door. Lilian did so, standing in front of her boss for a few moments, trying not to let her excitement show too much. "Where are you with the PNC Bank robberies?"
"I just collared a suspect, sir," Lilian said proudly. "A tip came in about an hour ago and in following the lead, I ran into the suspect, a Mr. Adam Copeland, who proceeded to run when I attempted to question him about the case."
"Where is he now, Detective?" her Captain asked.
"In lock up, sir." As Lilian said this, she noticed a young man seated next to where she stood, dressed in a fresh pressed uniform.
Captain McMahon seemed to notice where her attention had been adverted to and cleared his throat. "Detective Garcia, this is Rookie Officer Joey Styles, he's new to our precinct. He's transferring in from Wilmington, Delaware."
She nodded politely. "Hi." Turning her attention back to her Captain, she tilted her head to the side. "If you don't mind me asking sir, what does this have to do with me?"
"Well Detective, he's your new partner."
"Partner? But Captain, I work alone."
"Apparently not any more. You now have a partner, and if you expected to get that promotion, you better accept it."
"Sir...yes sir." Once she was dismissed, she quickly made her way to her office, slamming the door behind her.
Vince stood up, gesturing to the new officer to do so as well. "She really is nice when you get past her gruff side. Garcia's office is down the hall on your first right. If she says anything, you can tell her to come take it up with me."
The rookie extended his hand, which the Captain accepted. "Thank you, sir."
With a nod from Vince, Joey left in search of Lilian's office. He peered in the doorway, finding the blonde at her desk, searching through a pile of papers. Joey knocked on the open door, causing her to look up.
Lilian forced a smile and motioned for him to come inside. When he obliged, she placed the papers down on the center of the desk. "So, what caused you to move to a place like Newport?" she asked grudgingly after a few minutes of silence.
"I like your precinct, what can I say?"
"Relax," Lilian said, noting his jerky, precise movement, growing slightly impatient with his unsure presence.
Joey settled down across from her desk in a chair. "So, how long have you been with the Newport Police Department?"
"Seven years," Lilian said with a sigh, thinking that she should be a sergeant by now, but it did not seem to be the right moment, yet again. "How long have you been in law enforcement?" she asked half heartedly, sifting through the mess on her desk, frowning when she couldn't find the paper she needed.
"A year. I asked for a transfer from Wilmington because… well, the city is kind of rough."
"Tell me about it," Lilian said, pushing the sleeve to her short sleeve shirt up a bit to show the deep scar on her bicep.
"Ouch. How did that happen?" Joey asked sympathetically.
"A drug dealer, you know how they can be. It was either my face or my arm connecting with the fence, as you can tell I figured my arm would be the better of the two."
He shook his head. "Those guys can be brutal, that's for sure."
She nodded her head opening her mouth to reply when her door was pushed open, Officer Orton on the other side. "Can I help you?"
"Of course you can beautiful, meet me at my place after work."
She walked over to him, standing toe to toe with the young man. "I don't know what you're problem is, but you need to start thinking with the head on your shoulders and not the one in your pants, do I make myself clear?"
"Crystal, baby, crystal clear!" The brash officer smirked and pulled the sleeve on her shirt down. "I couldn't help but overhear your conversation. I think I need to say that I for one am glad you sacrificed your arm, and not your gorgeous face." His fingers trailed up her arm, up her neck, and slowly across her cheek.
Lilian swatted his hand away. "You know Randy, with all this affection you show me, I think your partner, Haas, he's feeling a bit lonely. Why don't you go show him some of that lovin' you're always telling me about?" Smiling kindly, she shoved him out of her office and shut the door behind him.
"Does he bother you a lot?" Joey asked, unsure of the situation.
Lilian rolled her eyes and headed back to her desk. "Hardly." Just as she was about to continue, someone knocked on her door. Grumbling, she yelled, "I'm not in the mood for your ridiculously fucked pick up lines, Orton!"
The handle turned and Lieutenant Stephanie McMahon entered the room. "Excuse me, Garcia?"
The blonde turned a light shade of red and immediately stood up. "I am so sorry, Lieutenant! I thought you were Randy."
Stephanie nodded. "Whatever the issue is, it needs to wait. We've got a lead turned in on the bank robbery," she said, handing a manila envelope to Lilian.
"Lieutenant, I just collared a suspect for the robberies," Lilian said, frowning slightly as she accepted the envelope.
"Well, obviously there are other suspects in the case, Garcia," the Lieutenant said snappishly. "So I suggest you take your partner," Stephanie put extra emphasis on partner, knowing that the small blonde preferred to work alone, "and interview this eyewitness. The entire state is on edge, and we're depending on you and the rookie here to take care of this case. Understand?"
"Yes, ma'am," Lilian said, trying to keep the irritated tone out of her voice as Stephanie left. "Come on, Rookie, I'll show you where we all get drinks and stuff on the way there."
Joey followed Lilian out of her office, trying to keep up with her long strides as she walked into the precinct. He nearly fell over, however, when the sometimes clumsy partner of Orton walked right into Lilian, sending the Detective sprawling to the ground.
The already annoyed Detective glared at Haas, brushing off his attempts to help her up. "Don't touch me; you've done enough damage as it is." Smoothing out her uniform, her eyes landed on Orton, who was attempting to look concern. "Don't even start, you got it?"
The two men for once listened and quickly backed off. Joey however made his way to Lilian's side. "Are you okay, Detective?"
"I'm fine," she replied, her tone clipped before she mumbled under her breath, "I should be Lieutenant, not a damn babysitter." She shook her head and continued her quick pace out to the car, leaving Joey struggling to keep up.
As Joey pulled his seatbelt on, he noticed the faint smell of mango and various other fruit in Lilian's patrol car. He was going to comment, but decided to leave her alone.
She sat down in the driver's seat, starting the car and clipping her seat belt on at the same time. "Are you ready for your first assignment?"
"Sure," he agreed.
Lilian eyed him, but decided to not question it. She kept her eyes straight ahead and pulled out on the street.
After long minutes of silence, Joey finally got the courage to talk. "How'd you decide to be a police officer? No offense, but you're a lot prettier than any other cop I've seen."
Lilian glanced at him sharply, her expression remaining hard despite the innocent look on the rookie's face. "My dad. He was an officer for the Wilmington Police Department for many years. I always wanted to be just like him," Lilian finally grudgingly replied, wondering why she was sharing this personal information with him.
"Oh, well that's nice," Joey said with a shrug, not noticing that she seemed agitated by the conversation. "What does he think of it?"
"My father passed away when I was fourteen. He was shot by a bank robber during a bust," Lilian said, keeping her gaze on the road, wondering what was holding them up. Construction, no doubt.
"I'm sorry," Joey said softly, feeling bad about making her relive that memory.
"Don't be," Lilian replied shortly with a wave of her hand. "He lived a good life."
Joey nodded, watching the road ahead of him, shaking his head at the sight of several construction trucks ahead of them. "So, um, are you married?" he asked, his eyes focused on the blonde's left hand, where a silver band encircled her fourth finger.
As if feeling his gaze on her finger, she impulsively reached down toying with the band. "No."
"Then why the ring, if you don't mind me asking."
"I was married, a few years ago. He uh, he died in a car accident. He was…coming to pick me up when it happened."
"God Lilian, I'm so sorry."
"It's fine." The tone in her voice was enough to tell him to drop the subject.
"So uh...this thing with Orton? Have you talked to the Captain about it?"
The blonde shook her head. "It'd prove no purpose; his dad served the force for 25 years, and his grandfather before that. The Ortons have a reputation in this precinct, there's no getting rid of him."
Feeling the need to change the subject, he asked about the case. "What's the story on the robbery?"
"There are four suspects, I caught one earlier," Lilian explained. "However, that leaves three more of those scumbags still out there."
"Where are we headed now, then?"
Lilian looked over at him, biting down on her tongue to keep any witty comments about his inexperience intact. . "You really are a rookie," she muttered. "We're going to the scene of the crime."
Joey nodded and kept his mouth shut for the rest of the ride so he wouldn't make an even bigger fool of himself.
After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, Lilian and Joey pulled up to the site where the last bank robbery had taken place. With a sigh, Lilian got out of the squad car, glaring down at the hole in the knee of her pants, wishing that she would have changed before coming out. However, in the haste of having a partner thrown at her, she hadn't really thought to change into another pair of pants.
"So…um, Detective Garcia, what do we know about the case?" Joey asked nervously, somewhat wary of his partner's clippish attitude.
"Just that there have been a string of robberies at the local PNC Banks. The only thing we know is that there is a team of three or possibly four suspects. I was going to interview the suspect I caught this morning before we had to go on a wild goose chase thanks to the boss's daughter," Lilian told him.
Joey simply nodded his head, not wanting to annoy the blonde anymore than she already was. He followed her inside, letting her do the questioning at first.
"What do you have for me?" she asked, walking over to the other detectives who had gathered there.
"We've found a lead, apparently one of the witnesses recalls seeing two females along with Copeland when the robbery happened."
"Okay, anything more than that?"
Detective Shelton Benjamin spoke up from the group. "Can I talk to you privately, Garcia?"
She nodded her head, politely excusing herself from the others to follow him. "What's going on?" she asked once they were in a secluded area.
"I believe I may have another lead on the case," Shelton said.
"Alright, what's that?" Her green eyes lit up with excitement. Finally, a break.
Shelton opened his mouth to answer when Joey walked over to the two. "Uhm, Detectives, I just got a call from the Captain, he wants us to return right away."
Lilian's jaw clenched and she tried not to seer holes into the dark haired man. "What exactly does McMahon want?"
"He didn't say," Joey stammered, resisting the urge to add 'ma'am' at the end of the sentence. "He just asked that we get back to the station right away."
"Okay, go to the car and I'll meet you there in a minute," Lilian said, waving her partner off.
"I should let you go," Shelton started, only to be cut of by his colleague.
"No. McMahon can wait. The safety of our civilians is the most important thing. So give me the cliff notes."
Shelton nodded, quickly sliding her a piece of paper. "You didn't hear this from me. But there are four bank robbers. Of course there is Adam Copeland, who you caught this morning. His partners are Johnny Nitro, Ashley Massaro, and Amy Dumas."
"How the hell did you find this out, Shelton?" Lilian asked, quickly scanning the file.
"Don't ask, don't tell," Shelton replied with a shrug. "Now get going before you get the rookie in trouble on his first day."