"Coffee?" Andrew offered as Benedict was being hauled towards a police carriage. Midnight took it and pulled the blanket around her tighter. The bitter aroma of the drink filled her nose and she sipped at it, enjoying its warmth. Benedict scanned the surrounding people for someone, and she was sure he was looking for her. When he didn't see whomever he was trying to find he cursed and climbed into the carriage. "Nice disguise. Is it new?" Andrew asked her.
"Yup."
Andrew just nodded and sipped at his own coffee. He was a young officer of maybe 28 but he was still one of the best police officers in New York. He was a likeable guy, what with his golden hair, deep brown eyes and charming personality, but Midnight had been on the opposite side of the interrogation table with him and didn't let herself be fooled by him.
"So." This was how most conversations started between the two of them. Legally, he was her boss, but they both knew she had a hold over him as well. Midnight was a force to be reckoned with, and could roll with the best of them. "Ya did good, Midnight," he said, side-glancing her from over his coffee cup. "Benedict wasn't kidding when he told you that he would kill you."
"Does this mean I get to keep the hooker pay check as well as the detective pay check this time?" she asked him.
"Minus the pimp's fraction and your due to the department, yeah." She only nodded, obviously satisfied enough. After a few minutes of silence, Midnight turned around and headed back into the house of ill repute. Andrew followed. "So what do you think you'll do now?"
She shrugged. "Wait for the next case I s'pose. This one will have left me decently enough, and it wont be long until there's another impossible assignment for me to crack." She finished of her coffee. "Why do you suddenly care?"
"Well, I was thinking. I mean, I've got extra room in my apartment now that my friend got married, and the rent isn't easy for one person to handle so…" He rubbed the back of his neck and looked at her.
"Andrew, you have a million other girls knocking at your door. Yet you're asking the one girl who isn't to move in with you. I don't mix business with pleasure. You know that," she told him matter-of-factly.
"I didn't mean it like that and you know it. I thought you could use some help, since you always seam to be out of a place to stay," he barked angrily, temper obviously rising.
"Hey!" Midnight turned on him abruptly. "I survived just fine before you, my dear, but you seamed to be having some troubles until I started helping you out!"
"Yeah okay, whatever. Just, shut up. Listen, go off and go to wherever you go between cases, see if I care. Come by my office on Thursday to pick up the pay." Andrew stormed off, pissed that he didn't win his battle.
Andrew was like that. He was a nice guy and all, but pretty conceited and immature. He knew he looked good, and he knew he was well liked. It made him angry that there were still people out there who weren't in love with him.
Midnight sighed and went up to her room, collecting her things in the same way she always did- fast and stuffed into her sack. And with that, she climbed out the window and down the fire escape and into the long awaited night.