Title: Salvage

Pair: Grimmjow/Ulquiorra

Rating: T

Summary: Grimmjow Jeagerjaquez took up law enforcement just so he could legally carry around a gun. He wasn't into the whole 'justice' shit, he just wanted to shoot people and live a life of action. So what's he supposed to do when he lands himself with a not-quite-damsel in a big, big mess? GrimmUlqui.

Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns the characters, I own the story but know that I am not making any profit off of this.

X - Police Line - Cross at own risk - X

The deep blue velvet of the sky hung over the lull of the cityscape. Cricket chirps serenade the gleaming full moon as it outshined the thousand dots of glitter that share its space in the sky. Throbbing music and blinding neon lights keep a particular street awake, bathing the various figures walking about with streaks of bright pink and yellow. But that place is far from here…

Here, the whole subdivision is asleep - curtains drawn against the windows, gates padlocked and doors bolted tight. Here, a patrol car rounds the streets once per hour, checking – double checking – triple checking that no harm befalls the slumbering residents. Here, two figures lay low inside a black sedan as the night watch vehicle rolls by. It was two in the morning.

When the beam of yellow light passed and the murmur of the motor vehicle ebbed away as it turned the corner, the two accomplices sat up straighter.

"Ya sure that's the right house?" asks the one in front, narrowed eyes peering over at the lot across the street from where they were parked.

"Our guys have been watching the same man going in and out of that house regularly for the past two months – always at the times of seven am, one pm and eight pm. Deviations only occur – and regularly, too – on Saturdays when Mr. R," he gave his partner a meaningful look, "joins the proxy guy when he comes in the morning. The proxy leaves soon and comes back only at eight pm to pick up Mr. R. Same routine every single week."

"That doesn't mean that's where the stinking bastard keeps his money!" hissed the first man.

"I'm pretty sure that Mr. R keeps most of his assets in the bank but the fact that he keeps sending that proxy here every day and that he himself frequents the house every Saturday could only mean that something important must be in that house!"

A frown spreads on the man's lips as he gives the house another glare.

"We should get going before the patrol comes around again," his partner whispers urgently, pulling on a black ski mask.

"Ch, fine."

Not a minute later, two black-clad figures were making their way towards Lot 59. They both had lanky frames and in no time at all had climbed over the black grilled gate into the front lawn. The house on Lot 59 was a small bungalow with a brown roof and tan painting, a small front garden was first to greet its visitors – or in this case, intruders. The two men quickly walked up towards the door, turning the knob and sticking in a pin. An owl hooted above their heads and the smaller of the two jumped, almost loosing his grip on the pin.

"Hurry up!" his taller partner whispered agitatedly; looking around the streets making sure that no one was out to play witness.

Finally, the lock 'clicked' and the cream-white door opened for them – revealing a jet-black interior. The two robbers slipped inside and closed the door behind them, pulling out identical flashlights from the knapsack that the taller man had been wearing on his back. Bright orange spots were dragged around the room, exposing chairs, rugs, flower vases and porcelain figures on a coffee table, stereos and a flat-screen TV – they were in a sitting room.

The shorter man picked up a porcelain stallion figure, peering at it from under the light of the flashlight. "Think this'll be worth something?" he asks his companion who had gone on further and was looking around the kitchen area just a divider away.

"If it looks classy, bring it here and I'll put it in the bag," came the other man's distracted reply.

Shrugging, the first man picked up a matching mare figurine from the table and walked over to his partner who had just closed a cabinet under the sink.

"Would'ja believe this shit? Not a scrap of food anywhere!" he exclaimed, taking the porcelain figures from his partner and stashing them carefully inside the knapsack.

"Nothing good in the kitchen?" the shorter one asks as they move out of the kitchen towards a closed door that led them into a bedroom.

The curtains were drawn tightly, letting no sliver of moonlight pass and leaving the room in total darkness. The flashlights showed them a queen-sized bed with baby blue sheets with not a crease on it. The bedside table held a lamp and an empty photo frame. The robbers eyed each other with confusion – the whole place was decorated but it didn't seem like any one lived there. It didn't make sense because the proxy person that they've been monitoring always seemed to be visiting someone.

"Let's not waste anymore time," the taller man voiced out what both of them had been thinking and they quickly set about to looking for anything of value.

The smaller man opened a door at the far end of the room and entered a bathroom – complete with a showerhead, a toilet and a sink but no towels or toiletries were in sight. Most absurd, he thought to himself turning to leave when his partner's startled cry broke the heavy silence.

"Holy shit!" came a shout from the bedroom and the man in the bathroom scrambled out to see what was the matter.

"I thought it was clear that we should be quie – oh," the smaller man's beady eyes grew wide, his jaw dropping as he finds what his partner had been so surprised about. "Oh – fucking god!" he exclaimed, clapping a hand over his mouth, stopping himself before he could say any more curse words.

The taller partner hastily picked up his flashlight from the floor, shakily turning the bulb towards what he had assumed to be another room but turned out to be a storage closet.

"Jesus," he breathed agitatedly, the orange glow of the flashlight exposing what appeared to be a human being lying inside the closet. The top of the person's head faced them, an unruly mop of black. The boy – they assumed that it was one since there were no tell-tale signs of a breast, or maybe it was just too small to see – appeared to be in his teens. He was lying on his side, curled into a ball, legs pulled into his chest, and his exposed wrists tied together with a piece of rope.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit…" the man behind him muttered as the air around them suddenly felt colder.

"Whaddaya think should we do?" the taller one asked, goosebumps beginning to crawl up his skin.

"I – I don't know!" was his partner's hasty reply. "J-Just close the damn door and let's get outta here!"

Nodding, the lanky man shut the door and quickly followed the smaller man out of the house, over the gate and into their car.

"What the hell was that?" the smaller of the two hissed, pulling away his ski mask and shooting his partner a glare.

"I have no fuckin' idea, man!" the one in the driver's seat replied. "I – I just opened the door, thinkin' it was another fuckin' room but – but – well, fuck, you saw what was in there!"

The silence between them was filled with haggard breathing.

"D'you think it was still alive?" the taller man asked after two full minutes.

"Did'ya see it breathing?"

"I dunno, I was too scared to see properly, dumbass."

Another hoot resounded from above and the two men visibly shook in their seats.

"… What the hell do you think should we do?"

X - Police Line - Cross at own risk - X

"Good morning, Cero City Police Department… Um, excuse me, could you repeat that? I didn't quite catch – Oh! O-Okay… Um, the place… Subdivision, Lot 59… Bedroom? N-Naked? Oh dear lord, um, hold on," a pen furiously scribbled on a blank sheet of paper. "W-When did – just now? Okay, just sit tight sirs, we'll send our people right over – Oi – hey, wait, don't-!"

"He hung up!" A blonde woman huffed as she put the phone down.

"What's up?"

Apple green eyes gaze up to find a man with shocking electric-blue hair frowning down at her. She jumps up from her seat, "L-Lieutenant! I – Well, there was a call just now reporting a, um, two men who – well, they found a body stuffed inside a closet down at Gran Rey Subdivision. T-They weren't sure if the person was still alive or not but it's only been fifteen minutes since they saw the–!"

"Officer!" the lieutenant barked, raising a hand as to silence the girl. It was nearly three in the morning and he wasn't particularly interested in the newbie's indiscernible stuttering. "Lemme see that." He opened his palm and the blonde hastily shoved the piece of paper towards her superior.

Striking eyes blue as sapphire quickly scanned the sheet of paper as the man's lips thinned into a line. "I'll take this up to the chief, you stay there and keep doing your job," was the man's dismissive statement as he strode past the reception desk.

Menoli slumped down to her seat at her superior's departure; she wiped away the cold sweat from her brow, pushing away her bangs in the process. Damn this was a stressful job. To think she was already garnering a heart attack just from hearing that some guys found a body in some closet.

"Yo, Grimm, I'm gonna go out to buy the guys food, anything you want?" a tanned man with long golden hair asked right as the lieutenant walked into the office.

"Fuck that, we've got some serious work to do," the sapphire-eyed officer replied hastily, slapping away the hand that landed on his shoulder in greeting.

"Seriously?" the thought of work piqued the blonde man's interest and he quickly turned around to follow the electric-blue haired man into the chief's office.

Chimes tinkled as the glass door was abruptly pulled back and the two officers let themselves into the Police Chief's room.

A man of thirty sat behind a glass-topped wooden desk, his wavy dark brown hair was parted in the middle and they framed the weary expression on his face. He had one hand scratching at the goatee on his chin while the other was moving around the mouse on his computer when the two men suddenly barged into his room. "Whoa, what's with the sudden-!"

The lieutenant promptly slammed the piece of paper on the table in front of the Chief. "Emergency situation, boss."

The police chief picked up the bond paper with both hands and quickly skimmed over the receptionist's letters.

"Hey, what's up, you never told me why you were so agitated, Grimm," the blonde man from before asked again, moving to stand beside the lieutenant in front of their chief.

The chief's weary gaze hardens as he nears the end of the note, his steely gray eyes meeting the hard gaze of twin sapphire orbs. He pulls open a drawer and fishes out a clean wad of documents. He quickly fills up the first sheet, tears the paper and hands it over to the waiting lieutenant.

"We'll need to get there A.S.A.P. Jeagerjaquez, you found this case – grab the men you'll need and head there straight away."

"Got it," the lieutenant nods, taking back the paper and stuffing it into the pocket of his pants. "You're going with me, Forte," he grabs the tanned man by the elbow as he walks out of the room.

"He-Hey, let go, Grimm, I can walk by myself! And for the last time it's Yylfordt, not just 'Forte'," blonde Yylfordt yanks his arm away and proceeds to walk side by side with the lieutenant.

"What's going on?" a strict female tone asks as the agitated lieutenant makes a beeline for the front door, almost colliding with the emerald-eyed woman who was going in.

"Sorry, ma'am," the lieutenant promptly apologizes and moves to the side, letting the deputy chief enter the office. "I've got a situation."

"It's just you two?" the deputy chief asks with a raised brow as she eyes the lieutenant and the sergeant who, by now, were on the other side of the door.

"I don't think it'll be too troublesome to need a battalion," was the reply before the sapphire-eyed man was out of the headquarters and heading towards the parking lot.

Yylfordt quickly apologized, "He's just excited, ma'am, ain't gotten an assignment for a week now, the poor guy." He gave the woman a salute, "I'd better get going or else Grimm's gonna leave without me! Later!"

With that, the sergeant raced out the door, just in time as the sound of a revving engine came from the parking lot.

Emerald eyes watched as a police car zoomed into the streets. Shaking her head, the dark-skinned officer headed inside with a bag of groceries dangling from her left hand because some stupid police chief happen to forget getting their dinner like normal people.

X - Police Line - Cross at own risk - X

"Gran Rey Subdivision, huh?" Yylfordt reads from the paper that the receptionist had written out; the car was halted as the stoplight had just turned red and the streetlamp outside gave him enough light to read the scribble. "Ain't that the high-class place uptown where all those filthy-rich bastards live?"

"Think so," came the clipped reply from the driver's seat. The man hand both gloved hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as his bright blue eyes were trained on the unchanging stoplight ahead.

"Oh come on, Grimm, relax a bit," the tanned blonde said airily as he reached out a hand and patted his superior on the shoulder. "Stop being so antsy, bro. That kid's probably not gonna die in the twenty minutes that it'll take us to get there."

"What makes you think I'm getting worked up over the kid?" the lieutenant asks, eyeing his partner quizzically.

Yylfordt raised both hands, palms up, shrugging. "Who knows?" was his joking response. "I haven't seen you this tense since you were chosen to go undercover for that prostitution business a year ago."

"Ch, that must've been your imagination, then, coz I do not get fucking 'tensed' over anything," the driver replied as their car moved in time with the changing stoplight.

"Really?"

"If you must know I just needed to haul my ass out of the HQ. I am sick and tired of writing out stupid reports; you know howI am, Forte. I don't like being cooped up in the office for too long, it's just so fucking dull. Makes my hand itch to shoot someone."

Eyes the shade of chocolate brown gleam to match the smile on the sergeant's lips as the man looks over at his superior with admiration.

No nonsense. That was the first thing that people learn about the lieutenant. Narrowed eyes of a stormy blue shade and lips twisted in a small frown was the man's default expression. The lieutenant was best known for never having backed down from any operation – actually, he was always the first to sign-up for them. He was fierce and headstrong – certainly a great asset to their division where no week would be complete without someone getting killed around the city. He was supposedly the best in his class; anyone who had seen him in combat would certainly attest to that. Hawk-eyed and a sharpshooter to boot, the man on the driver's seat was one officer who was both feared and held in high esteem.

Only five years in office, this man had quickly climbed his way up the ranks - 24 year-old, Lieutenant Grimmjow Jaegerjaques.

- Chapter one, over and out! -

A/N: Heya~ :D First of all, I have NEVER attempted to rob a house before (nor do I advise it to anyone) so please do not take the first part seriously… it was down-right too easy and those guys won't even show up again anyway. Secondly, I have never entered a police headquarters before, hance, everything mentioned above is make-believe – I do hope that it sounds plausible. Therefore, if there happens to be any discrepancy or if anyone has suggestions as to how to make the HQ more realistic, please do leave me a comment or a note about it. :D

Police rankings gave me hell in this… T 3 T It's like every country has a different hierarchy! Anyway, I trusted Wikipedia and went along with the US police rankings. It's not my country so I do apologize if it's inconsistent or anything. Again, feel free to correct me!

I admit that I am pretty insecure about this since I feel that I'm losing my touch in writing being away from the document pages for so long. I did enjoy having those page breakers, though, haha. Comments and critiques are most welcome! :) Also… I was supposed to put this up, like, a month ago… but I never got around doing that since, well, I was very much distracted. – 3 –

Is there anyone here who has heard of the Raske Menn before? They're a phenomenal Norwegian trio of comedians that made me realize I actually AM a WOMAN. They are made of awesome – they have the looks, the humor, the voice, everything! I love them to bits and if it wasn't for Bleach's 23rd ending theme (which my great friend introduced to me in hopes that I would gain my sanity back) I would've completely dropped this project… It was a pretty smashing ending with the Arrancars all human. ;) Seeing them in human clothes have quite a pull on my heart, huh? But–

For rundt tre og hav fra fluffy ska du f en egen internet site. Mske you are lucky, lucky like a pig har vi no som passer for dige~

Gah! RaskeMenn-RaskeMenn-RaskeMenn-RaskeMenn… -intenseblushinglikeyou'veneverseenbefore-

(I'm sorry but am I annoying anyone with my ridiculously long author's notes? Does anyone even read them. :P)