Title: The Bad Boy and the Cop's Daughter
Summary: AU He was bad and she knew it. But, after all, isn't that part of the charm?
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters.
Author Notes: Another story cranked out in Science... For some reason Chemistry gets my creative juices flowing... Must be cos Ana and Sawyer have so much CHEMISTRY... Okay, I'm lame. But on with it! Unlike my past stories this is more dialogue-ey cos I can't be bothered going back and writing description, plus I don't want to slow the pace down. Have fun guys...
One.
Click.
Flash.
He blinked.
"Turn."
Two.
Click.
Flash.
He blinked again.
To most this would be a new and scary experience, but for James 'Sawyer' Ford it was a normal Friday afternoon.
"Make me look good Freddy." He offered the balding cop behind the camera a throw-away smile but all he got in return was a sneer.
He was then marched back out of the room and sat down on a chair beside one of the officer's desk. Looking around the busy police station he sighed as he leaned back, putting his hands behind his head as he was told to wait there.
"You're lucky." He looked up at the woman sitting opposite him, also seated next to a desk and lifted an eyebrow.
"What's that, Freckles?" He asked and she lifted her left wrist, showing the handcuff that had her connected to the chair.
"I said, 'You're lucky'." She repeated and rattled the handcuffs and he smirked.
"Don't they trust you?" He asked with a hint of laughter in his tone and she rolled her eyes.
"No, I just like wearing handcuffs." She answered dryly and Sawyer shrugged.
"You an' everyone else out there. What are you in for?" He asked and that was when a cop came over, unlocking her handcuffs and leading her elsewhere. As she passed him she leaned down and whispered the answer in his ear.
"Indecent exposure."
Sawyer chuckled as the brunette was led away, shaking his head as he realised the reason she was wearing a long brown overcoat. He turned back in his seat to find-
A Latina woman who looked none too happy.
"You find something funny, Cowboy?" The cop asked and Sawyer's grin widened then he reined it in, attempting a straight face.
"Ma'am, no, ma'am." He said and saluted her.
"This is what? Your third?" He confirmed it with a nod, "Third visit this week."
"What can I say?" He smiled wolfishly, "I missed ya."
"I'm sure you did Sawyer." The Latina looked over the report and sighed.
"So what's the verdict? Am I free to go?" Sawyer asked and she peered up at him, before she put the report back down on the desk.
"'Free to go' probably isn't the right term." She said and Sawyer sighed.
"Okay, how much you settin' me back this time?" He asked and she rolled her eyes at him.
"Don't do the crime if you can't pay the fee."
"Not quite as catchy, but I'm sure it'll become the next big thing in no time." He assured her and she just glared at him.
"So are you going to call your parents, or am I?" She asked and Sawyer groaned.
"C'mon now, I'm seventeen I should be able to get by without a call to my parents. I mean, that is so last year." He tried to talk his way out of it, but she just shook her head. It hadn't worked before, and it wouldn't work this time on Officer Teresa Cortez.
"I'll call them then." She reached for the phone and Sawyer panicked momentarily.
"No wait-"
"Mom, can we go home yet?" The whingeing of a similarly aged girl caught both their attention as they turned to see a teenager with a bored look on her face wearing a black tank, dark jeans and a canvas bag hanging loosely off her shoulder.
"Ana Lucia Cortez! You get your butt back in your seat and you wait till I'm good and ready to leave!" Her mother ordered and Ana rolled her eyes, sitting back down and huffing in annoyance, taking out a magazine and shoving her nose into it.
"Well ain't she a fire cracker?" Sawyer asked, looking at the girl in interest.
"She's my daughter," Officer Cortez looked up from the paperwork for a second, shooting Sawyer a look, "And don't even think about it, or you'll have more to worry about than just a graffiti charge." She warned and Sawyer's salacious grin dropped a few notches.
"Seriously Mom," Ana reappeared next to her mother with a frustrated expression, "Can you just book this guy so we can go? I'm hungry." She complained and her mother resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Barely.
"You're always hungry Ana." Teresa paid her daughter little attention, and that added to Ana's annoyance.
"I'm not always hungry!"
"Yes, you are." Teresa countered.
"Well I must've learnt it from somewhere." Ana said and Teresa looked shocked for a moment and then opened her mouth, looking ready to let loose a slew of swear words, possibly in another language. Then she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. A second later she opened her eyes and looked like she was struggling with herself.
"Fine. I'll go get some take-out." She gave in and Ana lit up. Then Teresa turned to Sawyer, "Don't even think about moving or I'll staple you to the chair." Sawyer lifted his hands in defence and Teresa glared at him for a second before leaving.
"Hi, I'm Sawyer." Sawyer said after a moment, sticking his hand out in Ana's direction. Ana stared down at it before looking back up at him and folding her arms.
"Ana Lucia Cortez."
"I don't have a disease." Sawyer said, keeping his hand stubbornly out but Ana kept her arms folded.
"I don't shake hands with criminals." She said and he withdrew his hand.
"I'm not a criminal." He deadpanned and she just rolled her eyes.
"Then what are you doing here?" Ana asked, raising an eyebrow as she gestured to the station surrounding.
"I like the architecture." Sawyer shot back and Ana snuffed a laugh.
"Yeah, they have the whole '60s vibe down." She replied, insolence playing a huge role in her tone as she looked around the old fashioned station.
"They should tear the place down." Clearly the station was getting no love from Sawyer.
"I'm thinking that you don't just hate the architecture." She said, her eyebrows lifted, clearly hinting that he was one of the most regular visitors and that would be the reason he wouldn't want the station to continue standing.
"No, it's the vibe. Sixties doesn't suit my complexion." He ignored the hinting and Ana snuffed another laugh.
"What? Cramps your 'style'?" Ana air-quoted the word style, making Sawyer chuckle and grimace.
"As a matter of fact, it does."
"What a shame, I'm sure the girls usually throw themselves at you."
"Actually..." He started but then stopped as he saw her expression and started to laugh.
"You're a bad person."
"Don't that make you a little curious?"
"What you being bad?"
"Yeah." He responded, his eyes twinkling.
"No. I'm not into bad boys."
"I doubt that."
"Oh you do, do you?"
"Yeah. I mean, your mom's a cop. Don't tell me you never considered goin' round with some two-bit crim, just to piss her off." He said and she hesitated, making him point and laugh, "See? I knew it."
"Doesn't mean I'll 'go round' with you." She snarled and he just grinned.
"We'll see Chica, we'll see."
"You are so full of yourself." Her nose wrinkled up as she said it.
"It's part of my charm."
"That's what you think."
"It's what you think too." He replied and she rolled her eyes.
"Whatever."
"I'll take that as a 'yes'."
"You'll take it as what I tell you to take it as."
"Ooh, aggressive. I like it." He winked and grinned at her and she just rolled her eyes again, walking away.
"Hey, now c'mon, don't be like that." Sawyer protested and she turned to look at him. Then she walked over to him and bent down, pulling him up into a kiss.
A few seconds later she pulled away and stared at him.
"You were right." She said and he stared up at her.
"Huh?" Apparently the kiss had done wonders for Sawyer's vocabulary.
"I like bad boys."
"Thought you said you'd never 'go round' with me." He said, his words finally returning to him.
"I won't." She responded and he couldn't help but grin.
"I always thought goin' round was overrated." He responded, his grin widening by the second.
"What about me?" She asked and his eyebrows furrowed.
"What about you?"
"Am I just the cop's daughter who you're going to brag about to your friends?"
"Well I'm not gonna lie. I am gonna brag," Her eyes dropped to the ground and he continued, "Cos you're so damn hot." Her eyes went back up to him and he grinned as her own smile lit up her face.
"Thanks." She said and Sawyer knew it was for more than just the fact that he'd called her hot.
"You're welcome." He smiled genuinely.
"So the bad boy and the cop's daughter... Interesting." She said and he shrugged.
"I like to think of it as two hot people who can be at each other's throats in the sexiest way possible."
"Sexiest way possible?" Ana echoed and Sawyer nodded with a smirk.
"Sexiest way possible." He confirmed and she smirked.
"We should get on top of that then." She said, raising her eyebrows at him and he grinned.
"In the most literal way possible, please." He added and she nodded.
"Definitely." She leaned in to get that underway but he hesitated for a moment.
"One thing." He said and she leaned back slightly.
"Yeah?" She asked and he looked at her intently.
"Is this for real?" He asked and she smiled slightly.
"It will be."
Then she kissed him again.