DISCLAIMER: I own many things. CID isn't one of them. I own only my OC's. *pouts*
Sachin did not like nightclubs.
Nightclubs were his least favorite spots in Mumbai. As a CID officer though, he had to go to clubs like that for undercover operations. That night, they had to catch a fearsome goon called Surya (how enlightening), who'd been smuggling drugs that weren't found locally yet had caused HUGE problems to the people who took them.
At the moment though, he wanted to get out of that club, away from the smoke, the lights, the blaring music and the flirty dancers. Especially the flirting call girls. Curse you Daya sir, he thought as he sat near the bar.
"Drinks, sir?" The barman asked.
"Some water would be nice." Sachin said, wondering what he was going to do next.
"Actually," A husky voice said, breaking his reverie, "Make that 2 glasses of water. Keep one on my tab."
He turned around to see who the owner of the voice was. It turned out to be a woman with breath taking beauty. She had long, reddish brown wavy hair that was French braided to one side. Her eyes were emerald green, with a spark of intelligence and mischief in them. Her skin was smooth and dusky. She wore a pair of short jeans and a tank top that said NORMAL IS BORING.
At any other day, Sachin would have reacted differently. But now he was not in a good mood. He groaned inwardly. Great. Another call girl.
As he and the woman paid for their drinks, she smiled at him. "Well, someone's not chatty." She casually commented, sipping her water.
"How can you tell?" He sarcastically asked.
"I know that you're looking for Surya." She said and casually half raised her hand as Sachin stared at her in shock. "Chillax man. I can get you the guy. Name your place and I'll get him there."
"What's the catch?" He asked, suspicious.
"Bring me the moon." She deadpanned. "Just tell me where you want him and get there. And decide fast."
"Err…" Sachin quickly texted Daya sir. His response came in a few seconds. "Near the white SUV outside." He said. She flashed a smile and nodded. Within a few seconds she was in the sea of dancers her head bobbing to the beat of the music. Sachin then got out of there and walked towards the said vehicle.
"Is he coming?" Nikhil asked him.
"He should be in a few." Sachin replied to his best friend, fingering his gun. True to the lady's word, she and the Thug were coming out of the club towards the location. Though they were laughing at something, Sachin noted how the woman was slightly more tense than Surya.
The minute the 2 of them got there, All the CID officers(Abhijeet, Daya, Nikhil, himself and Freddy) sprung out, guns ready to be fired.
"CID." Abhijeet sir said sharply. "Hands up!" He motioned to the thug.
"My gang-" Surya looked here and there.
"-is currently knocked out and behind bars, thanks to us." Nikhil said.
"You won't catch me." Surya sneered. He pointed the gun to the lady's head. "Shoot me, and she dies."
"Put your gun down, now!" Daya sir said. The lady suddenly spoke.
"You're going to kill me?" She asked the thug, making Sachin wonder how stupid a call girl could get. There's a freaking gun at your head, Lady. Of course he'll kill you.
"Of course I will if you move, you stupid girl!" He snarled turning to face her.
"But how will you do that without your gun?"
"Huh?" He said confused. The lady suddenly grabbed the gun and wrenched it out of his hands and stamped on his foot firmly at the same time. Surya let out a blood curdling screech as the woman threw away the gun and procured another from the waistband of her jeans, a part which had been well covered by a bag. She cocked it and pointed it to his head. Her face went from demure to cold.
"CID." She said in a commanding tone. "I suggest you put your hands up and come with us quietly. Otherwise we'll have to clean up a huge mess created by you." She caught the eye of Sachin, who looked dumbstruck.
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"You owe us an explanation, sir." Sachin told ACP Pradyuman the minute they got back to the bureau. The lady had come in her motorbike and now was standing there.
"This lady," And here the ACP smiled affectionately at the woman who walked over returning the smile. "She is Inspector Anita Williams. She's just transferred from the Kerala police department."
"Inspector?!" Abhijeet and Daya looked in surprise. Anita grinned.
"Sir, you could have told us sooner." Nikhil said to ACP.
"I was planning to deliver the news tomorrow," ACP answered, "But With the smuggling case going on, I dispatched Anita ASAP to help you all."
"You are a talented actress, Anita ma'am." Nikhil complimented her.
"Why thank you…" Anita trailed off.
"Nikhil, ma'am."
"Thank you Nikhil." Anita smiled. "It's an honor to be here." She said.
"Senior Inspector Abhijeet." Abhijeet shook her hand.
"Senior Inspector Daya." Daya shook her hand as well.
"Inspector Fredericks, but call me Freddy." Freddy said smiling politely.
"And you must be Inspector Sachin." Anita said looking at Sachin even before he could open his mouth.
"Yes, yes I am." He said, slightly irritated. Inspector or not, Anita Williams was still a newbie!
"You've met him before?" ACP asked her.
"In the club tonight? Yes." Anita said. "Outside? Nope."
"Well, we've got to get back." ACP said, looking at the time. "I'll see you all in the Bureau tomorrow."
With that, everyone dispersed. Sachin and Nikhil made their way over to Sachin's car as Nikhil would be buying a new car in the weekend.
"So what do you think about Miss Williams?" Nikhil asked him.
"She's a good actress alright," Sachin said as he started the car. "But the way she talks, she's ANNOYING! For god's sake, she's still new!"
"Give her a couple of days, Sach." Nikhil said. "Then it'll be fine."
Sachin sincerely hoped so.
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