Set contemporarily, Lydia is an art thief and Stiles is a detective inspector who has been chasing her.
Lydia tapped her fingernails against the cold table. She sighed and shifted in the uncomfortable chair they had given her. They didn't really have anything on her. She never set foot at any crime scene and they had only managed to find a couple of schematics on her computer before everything had been wiped. Her eyes flicked to the door as it opened. The same tall and lanky detective that read her the Miranda Warning and escorted her into the police station almost two days ago, dropped a rather thick file onto the table between them.
"Miss Lydia Martin. Suspect in 2 major bank robberies, 3 museum heists, and 4 art galleries." He sat down and looked her straight in the eyes. "And that's just in North America." He added leaning forward onto his forearms. Lydia smiled and leant forward as well.
"Suspected but never proven." She whispered winking at him. A grin crept across his face and he leant back in his chair.
"You're extremely confident in your innocence Miss Martin." Detective Inspector Stilinski stated, flipping the file open. Lydia chuckled and continued to mimic his movements by sitting back in her chair.
"My innocence," Lydia looked at D.I Stilinski through her eye lashes "and police incompetence." Stilinski's mask slipped for a moment as the insult registered and his mouth dropped open for a second. He quickly closed it and looked through the file.
"I see that you are associated with known criminals like Jackson 'Venom' Whittemore and Aiden 'Alpha' Carver." His eyes scanned the film and Lydia scanned him. His slight frame was wrapped in long lean muscles, useful for running after suspects and pinning them down. His neck had a couple of moles that seemed to be calling her to kiss them. She licked her lips as she crossed her legs.
"I doubt you know the dirty little secrets of everyone you've slept with." Lydia quipped, her eyebrow rising. The corner of D.I Stilinski's mouth quirked upwards. He sighed and stood, shuffling the file into order.
"Well Miss Martin you've been held for 48 hours and we don't have anything to charge you with, so you're free to go." He said standing, stretching out an arm towards the heavy door. Lydia stood and walked to the door, conscious of D.I Stilinski following her closely. She paused once the door was open and turned to face him.
"You're a competent police officer Detective Inspector Stilinski, I hope I don't encounter you professionally." She smiled at him, her dazzling smile that got her almost anything.
"But maybe personally?" He said staring at his shoes. "We could get dinner now. I'm off duty."
"Sure." Stilinski's head snapped up and stared into her green eyes. "As long as you bring the handcuffs." Stilinksi looked confused. "After dinner entertainment." Lydia told him winking.
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