A/N: AU cop fic. Everyone retains their rank since, after a little research, their ranks actually fit the ranks of Police Officers in a certain country...

With Hazama as the head/commanding officer of what can possibly be seen as an 'Intelligence Division' no less...

01. First Impressions

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It was just another typical day at the office for Hazama. Panic in the streets, blood on the cement pavement, bullets in a body and a poor unfortunate sod lying dead with his blood and brain matter on the road. It was a hostage situation gone awry, resulting in a state that called for immediate action. Which, as his superiors would put it, was justly delivered in time.

Now that the assailant was dead, all that mattered now were getting the details and collecting evidences that would link the dead man to an even bigger crime that happened, may be happening, or will happen sometime in the near future. In a city as messed up as this, no one knew who's taking whose side. Investigations needed to be done, lives needed to be probed and, eventually, destroyed.

In the middle of it all was blonde police woman who still had no idea that what she'd done was actually a good thing.

...

She just had no idea about what it is she just did exactly, period.

"Not exactly composed, is she?" The green-haired detective said, leaning over the yellow police tape and watched as the blonde-haired girl continued to twitch and sob on the passenger seat of a squad car. It was pitiful really.

Right next to him, was a blonde-haired man, clad in blue with a gold insignia on his uniform that specified his rank. He was leaning against the cold, dark steel of the lamppost that had the police tape wrapped around its narrow body. He looked displeased at how the events took place. His arms were crossed in front of his chest, further implying his frustration.

"Well, what do you expect from someone who just got drafted here? They don't use live targets in the police academy you know? She can go ahead and cry over it, but she better not get anything on those seats…" Jin Kisaragi's voice was stern, holding no amount of sympathy for the girl or the man she had killed just moments ago. It was her job, her duty to ensure that civilians were kept unharmed. If she wanted to bawl over her own inexperience then it was fine with him. He just wanted get back to his desk and finish writing the goddamned report that came with this.

Hazama turned to him as he grabbed a pen and a notepad from inside his black coat. Looking back at the corpse that lay only few meters behind them, he licked the tip of his pen and began to write the events that had taken place prior to the criminal's death and the placement of the bullets in the body, all while continuing the conversation he'd started with Jin. "Ouch… Lighten up on the girl would you~? You said it yourself, she's new."

He continued to scribble down details that would probably help Jin with the report later on, hopefully ease his nerves and keep him from snapping at anyone else back at the station. Especially at him, heaven knows what the man did to his last fedora. He kept sneaking glances at the body that now had several lower ranked officers looming over it, taking pictures, marking and trying to take notice of things that may or may not be there.

"I don't care. The only thing that matters to me is the fact that she's got good aim. If she wants to bawl over something as mundane as this then fine by me, but the next time I order her to shoot, she better shut up and do as I say."

"Well wow, aren't we awfully cruel today? May I ask why, Major?" He rolled the last syllable of the name of Jin's rank in what almost sounded like a purr as he tore the pieces of paper away from the notepad, handing it to the obviously disgruntled man.

"Hmph. You supervise the detective division, yet you ask directly from the source like a common journalist. Not very professional are you, Captain Hazama?" Without even looking at him, the blonde swiped the sheets away from Hazama's hand, shoving them haphazardly into his pant pocket before turning around and ducking under the police tape.

"Well hell, take that stick out of your ass and be thankful like a normal human being for once~!"

Jin answered this by flashing him the finger before opening the car's door, getting inside and closing the door with as much force as he could muster, shocking the still crying girl that sat on the passenger seat beside him. An argument broke out inside the vehicle from what Hazama could see. Well, it wasn't an argument since the young police woman wasn't even retaliating with anything while she took and listened to everyone of the Major's biting remarks and insults of her handling the situation. The poor girl looked like she was about to cry, even more so when the vehicle just drove away, leaving Hazama and handful of police officers to clean the mess of blood and flesh up.

Hazama just leaned against the police tape even more as he watched the car disappear into the distance. He looked confused as he scratched the side of his head with the other end of his pen, because, for the past few years that he's worked with the Major, that was the first time that Jin had ever given him the finger. And he's done and said plenty of things that actually deserved for him to receive that.

He sighed, stepping away from the yellow ribbon, turning around and heading towards the man that the young police girl had shot dead. He knelt beside it, using the pen in his hand to move the corpse's auburn hair away, ignoring the lower ranked officers' pleas for him to step aside. He whistled, impressed by the damage she had caused using just two handguns. That girl was a crack shot despite her obvious fears of ending someone else's life.

Lieutenant Noel Vermillion was definitely someone that he'd want to see in the field again.

Her terrified and tear stained face was just a sight to behold.

Written-Sin: I am expanding my borders. Moving out of my comfort zone so to speak and will be writing many other pairings for other shows and games that I've watched and played.