AN: this chapter was edited on 31/3/19. Additional material added under first cut.

When Frisk comes face to face with a problem the young officer would never cease to puzzle over it until she has found a solution. It was a gift, a real useful gift, all the while wearing a calm and straight face. She has yet to encounter a predicament that would have her stumped or frustrated so plainly. She was known for it. Often being referred to the determined quick-witted unreadable police girl, it was flattering … as derogatory as it seems.

However this one …

She had no idea what to do with this one.

In front of her, sitting on a foldable metal chair, is a man. No, a monster and not just any monster. A mobster. The infamous G!Sans Gaster. (or G as she was told he'd like to be addressed as ) The brother and second-hand command of Doctor Wingdings Gaster, the don of another under crime circle. There were many things that had jumped out to Frisk as interesting, first was his nature; a monster and a rather tame looking one. His structure resembled that of a simple human skeleton although with some measurement and functional difference. Second was the way his name was written on paper. It had been written in both monster script and human english, the exclamation point between the name were necessary, one of her coworkers told her it was the closest symbol they could substitute.

Personally Frisk didn't know an inkling of what he is truly like, apart from what her co-workers had told her and the various office data she has on hand, she had an idea of his delinquency, a dangerous creature as do all mobsters. She did find it weird that his record wasn't swept clean like the other mobsters, she also found it weird that G had a record at all! Not that it meant anything. The charges written under his name were mostly harmless and juvenile.

He has his foot and leg propped up the sleek metal table that acts as a barrier between her and him. His shoes were coated with an impressive black shine and his pants were hand-tailored with expensive looking fabric, the likes of which Frisk could only dream of buying. He sits there as leisurely and calm as one could be in a situation like this, it was almost like he owns the whole interrogation room. There was a sickening feeling bubbling up her stomach and it did rumble louder the more she studies him.

His arms tucked under his gray-ish skull, his fedora crookedly placed, hiding most of his features. She had asked him to remove it earlier but she was met with only a sudden sssshhhhh. Frisk's eyebrow rose inquisitively while she watches his smile tug to a corner and resumed his seating position.

It had been at least thirty minutes since they've started their silent staring contest. Frisk's eyes were locked with her signature unreadable expression, she felt his eyes were on her for the entirety of the time. Finally a noise squeaks as the spring above the door opens, signaling its movement. Chief Watson Pierré enters with a clipboard and a manila folder tucked snuggly under his arm. G's head lifts slightly, yellow lights flickering in his sockets following the chief's movements, breaking Frisk's unreadable face in that moment.

"What do we got here, Officer Frisk?" Chief Watson grunts as he greets the shorter officer, his voice apparent with cigarette abuse. Frisk breaks her watch to nod at her superior. He opens the case file and seats himself on the spare chair across G. He wasn't bothered by the mobsters' presence at all, even going as far as brushing G' shoes away with his fingers to which the G obliges to remove with a chuckle, lifting both his arms in surrender, situating himself in a more proper manner. Frisk and G made the briefest of eye contact, she felt something crawling on her back.

"I've got four items here on file Mr. G. That's a new record for you here. Never thought you'd make it into three." Chief Watson paused as he scans the file, G charismatically shrugged while Frisk let out an irritated groan.

"First up, Threatening a civilian ..." Chief Watson starts.

G's brow bone twitches. It has been nearly three hours ago, he remembered it quite clearly.

The day started without anything out of his ordinary. Having breakfast with his brothers, running on errands and assignments. initiating new members, taking care of playful traitors. G smiles fondly as he kept watching memories. Things started slipping into a calm and fine afternoon, he had just ushered himself out of an old bookstore with a cigarette gingerly placed between his lips and a wrapped package tucked snuggly under his arm, when the sound of running feet prompted him to turn at a suspicious looking individual running towards him. A man had bumped into him harshly, the package slipped out of his grip and the cigarette out of his teeth. He didn't think much of it at first, focusing on regaining his balance before realizing what was missing.

"Shit! the package"

He could still see the growing silhouette of the thief in close proximity. G sprinted after the suspect, hollering his own words of threat to the individual. The suspect had sensed his presence to which he ran faster but the human was no match to out-run a mobster. The little coward started to shout something out frantically, that didn't bother G if anything it only riled him up more. G had been so close to reaching that dead meat, his eye flared with pulsing power. He faintly remembered a commanding tone blow right pass his nonexistent ear. He ignored it, dismissed it as if it was only a low buzz of a bug. One thing lead to another then suddenly he found his face on the sidewalk, belly down with an incredible weight pressed against his back. He was pissed as hell, who wouldn't when he was practically tackled to the concrete pavement, but when G got a look good enough glance at his attacker, the rising rage bubbling in his chest died and was replaced by a pleasant surprise.

The cracked side of his skull stretched as his sockets widen to express at the hardened yet still innocent beauty of his constrainer. The creases under her eyes were charming and even the frown and plastic intimidation she had on her face was endearing. He could explicitly remember the adjective he used to describe her. Cute.

"...Evading the police and Property damage..."

Of course, being cute wasn't going to cut it. Sure, it had distracted him but he had something more important that meant bad time if he screws up. She had tackled him right beside an old lady's fruit stall to which he used to his advantage, he took the opportunity where Frisk had to radio her comrades about his capture by swiping one the stall's weak foundation sending the stall and the produces it carried toppling over to the surprised officer. Her hold on him did falter then like a dog scrambling upward, G scurried and ran off towards a direction. He wasn't sure of which direction truthfully he had already lost track of his target which annoyed him enough for him to scowl. G heard Frisk's voice call out from behind, the surprise gave him a wave of adrenaline to run faster, that girl sprinted like a charging rhino.

"Crap!"

Taking a turn to his immediate right, the scene of a busy street side gave him such relief. Pushing forward through the crowd bumping, tripping, hopping over both monster and human pedestrians keeping mind of his pace making sure he wasn't losing his speed.

"Stop!"

Right on cue. Frisk voiced boomed and the long pause that came after had him in hopes. Maybe she had lost track of him through the crowds...

"Stop in the name of the law!"

Or not… Nevertheless he kept running and Frisk just followed through, slipping through the opening gaps, hoping over small crates and stalls. An onslaught of protest from vendors and pedestrians came after their wake. The narrow street widened into a small rotunda, the road was busy with both wheeled vehicles and walkers. Detouring left where he no longer could hear the police girl's voice. He hid behind an obscure building not far from the rotunda and soon enough he witnessed Frisk emerge from the crowd flustered and haggard. She had last track of him, which is good for G but terrible for her and judging the annoyed expression he saw on her face, it was clear to G that she wasn't too pleased with the outcome but she kept glancing and looking about her, too transfixed into tracking him down that she didn't see the crowds parting and a pick-up truck running at her in full speed.

"And lastly … sexual harassment?"

It was instinctual really, he jumped off his hiding spot to tackle Frisk out of the way before the truck could hit her flat. Both were braced for impact, their eyes were closed. When Frisk opens them she was down on the cobble square with something heavy pinning her. Looking down, she was greeted with G face planted between her breasts. She felt the rising heat from her neck to her shoulders filling her skin like a glass of water. G took another second to realize that cobblestone walkway he had expected to land on was weirdly soft and that he was very comfortable, only realizing a little too late as to why. He only managed to brace himself somewhat before Frisk's fist met his cheek causing him to roll off and fly a good distance from her. The crowd about them froze and collectively gasped. G felt his health get knocked down, he didn't think too kindly of being the receiving end of an attack but when the lights of his eyes found Frisk's flustered ones. He decided to let it slide.

G chuckles audibly uneasy, he shrugs with fake confidence while he scratches that back of his skull "That last one … was an accident I would never do that to any woman let alone a pretty police girl like her."

Frisk rolls her eyes, Chief remains stoic. G starts to sweat through his bones, still feigning confidence. Chief Watson only raises a brow at this. "Come on, I'm a gentle monster. You know me, Chief Watsy. I wouldn't do something so … inappropriate. "

Silence sung heavy above the room only to be broken by Watson's airy chuckle. "While that maybe be true … " Watson pauses, glancing at Frisk who was on the process of turning red. G could only offer an apologetic smile at her. "Care to explain the other three charges on your head..."

"I … um… well" G stutters, looking for words that could sum the whole misunderstanding. "I was actually going after a thief. The civilian your officer had seen me chasing? Was the thief. He stole something from me and I need it back"

"And what was this thing he stole from you?" Watson questions further.

"It's a book, a pasta recipe book actually." G shrugs and replies in a manner that betrayed his smile.

"You had me chase you around the market area for a cook book?" Frisk intersects, her tone visibly flabbergasted. Chief Watson and G both turns to Frisk, the younger cop shrunk a centimeter but continues "Why didn't you say so? Why didn't you correct me?"

"Uh… slipped my mind? Sorry to bring this news to ya' doll but monsters and cops aren't on such good terms for that to be my first option" to his credit Frisk notices the change of his tone. He was ashamed, she thinks and for a second it made her feel a tang of guilt.

"I'll pay for the property damage and the other stuff..." G clears his throat, his tone apologetic turning fully to Watson.

Watson replies, patting the monster on the shoulder with a forgiving air "don't you always" He then proceeds to write something on a charge template before handing it to G. "Pay up before the tenth. You know the drill, Officer Frisk will see you out."

Watson excuses himself out of the interrogation room, giving Frisk a shallow but nod. A few beats of silence enveloped them once again, G clears his throat Frisk somehow felt the smile form on his face.

"Well then, Officer " G stood from his chair, collecting his coat and his hat, a friendly smile spread across his lips as if to start a conversation. Frisk opens the door for him to exit. She didn't offer anything back but only gestured with her free hand. She hopes that her actions would speak that she did not want to talk after this whole ordeal, but G being G wanted none of the quiet shtick.

"Not much of a talker, huh" G shrugs, stepping out and following her lead.

"Well that went well, I would say" G starts commencing a one side conversation with a slightly unreadable Frisk. "Not really the introduction I would have used on myself but you get by what you get by, ain't I right?"

Again no response, they passed the corridors and office booths and tables, G still at his attempts of conversation. "You're awfully one tracked, that's pretty useful I would say with your line of work" Not even a glance.

"Did I ever tell you that your eyes looks pretty?" that did something, Frisk blinked rapidly but didn't give him the attention he wanted, he sees her bite him lip, the slow climb of red coloration of her flesh manage to cast an affect on him, he wasn't quite sure what though.

"So… officer I didn't believe I caught your name" he starts, smiling coolly, skeletal hands in his pockets following her through the familiar building.

"I know me telling my name is unnecessary but please allow me to make-up a clean slate" G withdrew one hand out of his pants pocket and held it up for her to shake. "I'm G!Sans Gaster the skeleton monster … Most folks here call me G"

And indeed he was called by most folks here, Frisk was only escorting him for thirty seconds and the employees in the building treats him as one of their old colleagues. She decides to indulge him, after all it would be very rude to blow off a friendly gesture. Reaching for his skeletal hand, G took a turn and met hers not for a traditional handshake but for something else, he swiftly and charmingly held her hand palm side down bringing his teeth to brush the top of her knuckles. Her introduction died in her mouth and only the chopped up corpses remains to spur out awkwardly.

A wink was sent her way with those piercing yellow orbs inside his dark sockets and like before she felt the color rush up to her cheeks. She withdrew from him and for a second G felt penitent of his actions. Did he go too fast? Did he push too hard?

Frisk faces away and held the door handle, G awkwardly cleared his throat, coughing to desperately fill the heavy silence that loomed over the once cheery air about them. "Ah, I apologize … was that too forwar-"

"-If you'd like to file an item case for the thief who stole your book you may just go to the booth and we'll sort it out" Frisk blurts quickly, drowning G's attempt. He shuts himself to listen to Frisk's slightly frantic dialogue. "Since you know your way around here I can leave you be, the exit is just straight ahead. Good day Mr. Gaster"

The door is shut before G could offer a reply. Frisk's flustered image of pink cheeks and red ears is the last pretty thing he remembers to witness before walking pass the booths. He hadn't notice that he was blushing himself until his mind wanders how soft her skin was against his skeletal ones and how smooth it felt against his teeth. An image of her lips pops in unexpected and it caught him riled and off his guard.

"Bitten by the love bug, didn't ya Saster" G turned to the dark skinned female operating the front desk table, her dark hair was up on a swirling bun, lips pursed while she applies black lipstick on her plump lips.

"Charlie doyle. Nice to see you" G greeted. "Perfect timing, I need to ask you something reaaaal discrete"

"Say no more, her favorites are Hydrangeas and she likes sweet pies and pizzas. " Charlie offers without missing a beat. G only stared at her confused before a light bulb flickered inside his mind. "Ah, got it but no, not that ..."

Charlie raises a brow. The poor lady had her breathe stolen when the sockets of G's eyes turned pitch black, his gaze falling onto the morning newspaper's headline. In big bold letters it read: Three humans found dead, two monsters in custody.

Charlie follows his direction and sighs heavily, setting her lipstick and mirror down under the desk. "It's not on our department yet, sugar. I'm sorry"

The smile on G's face fell but he quickly returns it as he waves her off, "I'll go tell Wings... and thanks for the tip Charlie"

Charlie nodded as she waves back, watching the skeleton monster go through the revolving doors and down the stairs and from the corner of her eye, she spots a certain young cop watching with her intense gold eyes.

A smirk appears cheekily on her face, lifting a cold mug of coffee to her mouth "Don't worry Frisky. He'll come back soon".

Frisk jumps and managing to knock off a brochure stand off its legs, the clamor of harsh metal on hard marble floor rang, silencing the chatter around her. She turns to the woman behind the front desk who almost spat out her drink, swallowing audibly then hollering uncontrollably in the most hysterical howl. Frisk smiles apologetically to those around her, before awkwardly excusing herself out of the scene.

Rounding the street corner into a secluded alley between the police buildings. G lit a cigarette between his teeth then took one slow drag that made the ambers bright orange before dimming into a humming red glow, settling himself against the vandalized brick wall. G decided to let the events of the day run through his head, the package was gone and he can't return back without it, Taking a few more drags, releasing smoke from through his nasal hole. If I was a slimy slick-nick where would he be? G hums to himself, throwing and plucking invisible numbers inside his skull. He wondered why would that thief target him anyways, he wasn't carrying anything worth stealing on that package.

Reaching for his back pocket, he took out an old black leather wallet. It was thick and heavy with bills, he could go back to the store and pick-up another book. In truth there was nothing special about that book, true to his word, it was just a simple pasta cookbook that his brother had tasked him to pick up. Ugh. His eccentric brother, Papyrus had picked the book a week before but hadn't gotten to buy it himself because of some urgent reasons which was fair. Urgent matters needed to be tend to after all, the problem lies with G's retrieval mission.

The book was already wrapped and ready to be paid for and he didn't bother to look at the cover or peek into returning with a completely different one would be an earful when he gets home same with returning with none at all.

Dimming the lights in his sockets, G pushed himself off, he took a simple step forward then he manifested into a different building. Back at the bookstore, his vision returned the lights of his eyes darted about before settling into tiny pinpricks, the little corner shop was dark, with only the late sun's rays passing through the green curtain as visible light. He went inside the store and the store was closed.

Shit

Okay, calm down Sansy… Just step back out and -

Careful and quiet G took a step and something beneath him clicked. It took a second too long for he to realize. A heavy net dropped on top of him as he stupidly flailed about causing a ruckus and knocking a few knick-knacks off shelves and books off tables.

The owner of the store rushed from the back wielding a bat, his wife right behind him to see what was happening. G fell hard on the floor groaning and annoyed. What kind of book store need this kind of prehistoric security?

"Who's there?!" The old man demanded, G sucked in a breath and decided to stay quiet, the hadn't turn the lights on yet, time for his escape and in a flash of blue the net fell on the floor and he was gone. G reappeared across the street from the store, just in time to see the shop owner opening the door and looking around, his wife not far behind. The old couple went on for a few minutes before admitting defeat and retreating back inside.

G lets go of the breath he hadn't noticed he was holding. It's a mission failed then, how delightful. He needs to get an excuse out and ready before he goes back… but what?

In a nick, his phone vibrated. G pulled the device out and answered. "This is G…, right. I'll look into it"

With a click, G smiles to himself. Guess he had an excuse now.