[Nosebleed]

He's escorting some pothead-teenage-delinquent into holding the next time he sees her.

It's a Tuesday afternoon almost a month after he disbanded the party at her apartment; no complaint was filed and so no report was written. Just a quick note and a signature and it was in the past. Plus, the Captain's daughter was so off limits it wasn't even funny. One of the first things the Captain had told him and the other newly minted officers was that his "beautiful, darling, angel-faced baby girl was strictly forbidden to even be looked at! Not that any of them were worthy of her anyway."

Soul really hadn't paid it much mind, what were the chances that he'd ever even see her?

Well, apparently pretty high, because this was the second time. Fuck. All he wanted to do was keep his head down, his nose clean, and get through being a grunt so he could actually start doing more than directing traffic, handing out tickets, breaking up college parties, and busting stoners who were too dumb to not smoke right outside of the Taco Bell.

She's got a tray of coffee and a bag of something, probably bagels or sandwiches, all carefully balanced in her hands, a very prestigious university's sweatshirt, and a messenger bag that's currently making her already very short skirt ride up her thigh to the point that Soul can nearly see her panties. Why hasn't anyone said anything!? He can't remember catching her first name, but she's chatting amiably with some of the detectives at their desks.

"Oh man. Oh man, she's smokin' hot!" Soul jostles the kid he's got and then does a double take; the dude actually has a bloody nose!

Kids these days. "Sit. Right there. I swear to god, Clay, we are going to have a very long talk with your mother when she comes to get you." He makes eye contact with Kilik, one of his buddies from the Academy, and he nods.

Soul darts around the desks as the Captain's daughter walks away, and god damn it! Each step she takes it making her skirt ride up more! "Miss? Miss! Miss Albarn?!"

She finally turns around and visibly pales when she sees him. "O-Officer Evans? Oh my gosh, there was a complaint filed, wasn't there? Oh god, oh god, this can't be happening."

"No, Miss, there was no complaint. It's…uh. Your…uh, your bag is making your skirt ride up, you might want to pull it down?"

Her face goes as red as the tips of his ears feel. She looks horrified, quickly pulling at the hem of her skirt, and can't look him in the eye when she squeaks out a thank you.

"Don't mention it."

"EVANS. WHY ARE YOU TALKING TO MY BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER?"

Well shit, no good deed goes unpunished. Kilik is snickering at him from across the room, and Clay is slumped in the chair pouting that the show was interrupted. But like fuck is he mentioning the Captain's daughter's panties!

"Was just asking if she needed help carrying anything, sir!" Huh, good save. Hopefully he'd buy it and Miss Albarn would go along with it. Please don't kill him, please please please don't kill him.

She rolls her eyes and smiles at him, still bright red, but turns to answer her father, "Papa, you're scaring me. He was just being polite." Visibly less red she turns back to him and nods, "thank you, I'll be fine. My name's Maka. You don't have to call me "Miss Albarn. But really, thank you. How embarrassing." Maka added in a whisper.

"Ah…course. Um, have a nice day?"

"Thank you, Officer Evans! You too!" She had a really pretty smile.

Shit, he did not just think that. Her father was not only his boss, but had access to a gun. Soul trudged back to Clay and shook his head at Kilik. He'd explain later, preferably over a beer at the cop bar. Before the Captain got there.

"Awww, duuuuuude, why you gotta be such a buzz kill? Like two more steps and we woulda known what color her panties were!" Clay had managed to wipe most of the blood from his nose and was pouting.

"Rude. We are going to be having a very long talk with your mother about how to respect women." He heard Kilik snort when Clay whined.

He'd seen…they were pink.