AU prompt: Rookie blue (police procedural)

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"Ok I'll admit I'm seriously freaking out right now."

"Yeah, me too. But it's exciting." Sara smiled by her side as they entered the building that had been radioed in to their car just a few minutes ago.

It was their first day on the job, rookies at last and, while both had been bustling with excitement over finally graduating from practice to actual live training on the streets, there was also an underlining tension that came with having the vest on and the weight of the gun heavy at their hips.

As they walked further into the apartment building Felicity replayed the call about the gunshots fired, getting into work mode.

"Shooter could still be inside." She warned taking a look at her partner. Sara nodded in agreement; they both unholstered their guns. Focused as laser they walked up the stairs, eyes straying to every corner revealed. First floor was being canvassed by Roy and Sin, fellow rookies who nodded their way signaling their floor was the third.

"Okay, you take this one, I'll do the one down the corridor." Sara offered once they made it there. A quick nod in understanding and silent 'good luck' and they were off, rapid knocks on doors and shouts of 'police, open up' leaving their lips in a rush.

While Sara's sprung open, a surprised mother and child on the other side, Felicity found no such luck; no sound was heard and the door wouldn't bulge. So, as her partner began to search through the open apartment, Felicity moved to the next door. Voices drifted from the inside but no response came upon calling 'police'.

She took a deep breath and shoved all her weight against the door once, breaking it open. Two men stood inside, leaning against the window. One, shady looking, rose his hands as she pointed her gun at them; the other remained rooted in the spot, leisurely leaning back as if her presence made little difference.

"That is one crappy lock." He jokingly said, blue eyes studying her face. He was freakishly handsome, she noticed and stored at the back of her head, before it became clear. Short, brown hair; blue eyes, smug looking, black shirt. He was the suspect that'd been spotted by whoever made the 911 call.

"Don't move. Put your hands up." Felicity replied on edge, her loud voice coming up firm and strong even though she was shaking on the inside. John would be proud, she though of her training officer, remembering the pep talk he'd given her that morning: 'Stand tall, honor the badge, head over fear. Serve, protect... and don't screw up.'

"See ya." Handsome one said with a smirk before crawling out the window and tugging his friend along.

"No I- Stop! You're-" Felicity mumbled once they were out of sight, her gun still in her hands though she was sure as hell not trigger ready.

Rushing to the window she stepped outside to the fire escape, where the perps were darting down towards the street.

"I said don't move!" She shouted at them, unsure of what to do next, steady hands but not one clear thought.

"Or what?" Blue eyes teased back winking at her. What the hell?

Taken aback Felicity stole a glance back to the corridor and called for Sara, yet got no response. Next came the radio, through which she called for back-up, going through the training in her head.

Still she couldn't just stand there, suspects running away at sight. Before she could think it over she sprinted down the stairs two at the time, not before calling her partner's name once more and, in a hurry, stating what she'd do.

"Oh god, just breathe." She said to herself suppressing the thought those guys could be killers and fully armed.

She hurtled through the street with her guard up until she found them in an alleyway nearby and, pulled the gun from her holster.

"Put your hands up, both of you!" She shouted again mustering all her courage. "Against the fence, now."

Shady, though grunting, complied; Handsome on the other hand looked confused more than anything and slightly annoyed. Still he took her cue anyway, reading the no-nonsense look on her face, the way her lips were pursed together in concentration and her knuckles white holding onto the gun for dear life.

Breathing heavily she carefully approached them, eyes darting to the sides looking for back-up, suddenly becoming painfully aware not only that was her first arrest but also that she only carried one pair of handcuffs.

Taking a steady breath and mentally counting to three she holstered her gun and approached Shady, who stood nearer her. It only took a second before Handsome saw her faltering, the hesitation in her actions clearly screaming 'rookie', giving him the confidence to take off running round the corner and down the street.

"Hey!" Felicity shouted as she followed close behind him, his partner now forgotten against the fence.

Despite the fact that Blue-eyes was easily a foot taller than her, Felicity caught up to him and pinned him to the ground. She'd done her fair share of running and then some; Sara being an athlete had pushed her partner to join her in endless runs only now Felicity was thankful for.

Beneath her Handsome grunted in complaint more than pain and rolled on his back to look her in the eye.

"You don't want to do this." He finally said panting, long lost his haughty tone as he surrendered to her hold.

"Turn around." She said fuming avoiding gazing into those eyes that looked anything but evil. When he complied she attempted to cuff him with shaky hands, stealing a glance behind her where the other perp stood watching the scene unfold from the fence. It seemed that she'd managed to at least intimidate one of them.

"I'm serious; you've got to trust me, okay?" Handsome pleaded though still sounding peeved.

"Don't speak just... you're under arrest, ok?" Felicity spat out as he kept moving under her. "Stop squirming, I'm not getting off until you're cuffed." Oh my god. There it was, her word vomit as Sara liked to call it.

"Wow, that sounds kinky. Maybe let me buy you a drink or something before that." He taunted her with one of his devilish smirks.

"Don't think so." Felicity replied closing the handcuffs on him and then begun frisking him looking for the gun.

"You're bold, I'll give you that." He chuckled as she patted her way over him, eliciting a blush from her. "You're new too, right? I can tell."

"I may not know much...", Felicity begun stopping briefly as he muttered beneath her a breathy 'no shit'; "but you are getting arrested. Resisting arrest, fleeing the scene, possession." She concluded proudly pulling a stash of what looked like cocaine from his jeans' back pocket -pushing to the back of her mind the thoughts that arose at the feel of him, all muscle and confidence, beneath her fingers-. Mind out of the gutter, Smoak.

"Where's the gun?"

"I don't have one on me; I'm on the job." Handsome offered meeting her eyes, willing her to understand; what she wasn't so sure yet.

"Well, not anymore."

"Tell me about it." He muttered under his breath as she stood up and lifted him by his cuffed hands behind his back. "Oh that hurts! Don't I get a safe-word?" He couldn't help but tease her once more as she turned that now familiar shade of red.

Sirens were finally heard nearby and before long Roy came running down the street and cuffed Shady who, now on second look, seemed quite high.

Felicity gave him one last look before tugging once more from Handsome's cuffed wrists urging them to move forward. She couldn't suppress the smile that took over her face as this was her first big win. With an air of pride she guided him towards where her squat car was parked around the corner, oblivious to the perplex look her perp gave her then.

Oh how she would regret that win.

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