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WARNING: Oh boy, I think you guys will be surprised at this graveyard-part with Quinn (I think SpOrTyNo1 might know what that would be since she gave me the brilliant idea when I was talking to her a few days ago:)… but enjoy! :D


The Cop and the Criminal

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When Rashel just glared at Quinn, Quinn raised his hands in surrender.

"I'm not here to fight. Hell—oops, excuse my language—I didn't even know that you were visiting someone today," he said calmly.

Rashel tried not to frown. She should arrest him right now. She really should. It can make her suspension disappear as fast as it happened if she could only arrest him and take him back to their headquarters.

But something was holding her back.

And that "something" is disrespectfulness.

She didn't want to disrespect the resting souls in this cemetery by capturing Quinn. Arresting him after a few good beats, she meant.

"Well, why are you here?" Rashel asked, crossing her arms.

Quinn only pushed his hands in his pockets, slightly tilting his head to the side. His hair was kind of covering his dark eyes now . . . "Visiting my sister."

"Oh."

"How about you?"

Rashel glared again, her blood growing very warm with anger. "Visiting my mom. Which, by the way, was killed by your Dad."

"Foster-dad," Quinn corrected, avoiding the thought of his real father. "Well, I'm very sorry for the pain that Hunter caused you." He was stoic. Not sounding apologetic in the least.

"Yeah, well, I'm sorry for your sister too," Rashel said, just as monotonously.

He half-smiled and his eyes glinting amusedly. "Are you going to arrest me? It's the perfect opportunity, you know."

"Oh I do know," she said through her teeth. "I just don't want to do anything that will disrupt the peaceful souls here in the cemetery."

"So you're letting me go? Again?" Quinn asked, his eyebrows raised. "Are you really going to repeat your mistake?"

Rashel narrowed her green eyes at him, frowning. Thanks a lot for ruining my visit John, she thought angrily. "No. I'm not. In fact, I'm going to call-"

"What, your fellow cops?" Quinn interrupted, rolling his eyes. "Why don't you arrest me yourself?" He was taunting her. Either he just wants to feel her skin (hey, he's still a guy), or he just wants to piss her off—he didn't know.

Rashel wanted to lash out at Quinn. That son of a- "I'm not doing it in the cemetery." She wanted to strangle him and jump on him at the same time! Please give me patience Mother, she thought angrily. Please don't let me hurt him in the cemetery. "It's ill-mannered. I'm pretty sure you wouldn't want anyone fighting on your grave."

"I wouldn't even care if anyone were to dig my body out. I'll be dead by then; therefore, no soul," Quinn replied, his fathomless eyes giving her a hard stare. "Now, if you'll excuse me." He began walking past her and couldn't help but glance at the back of her neck.

"Asshole," Rashel muttered as he passed her. His scent drifted to her senses. He smelled . . . good. Manly and a bit musky.

"Bitch," Quinn muttered when he heard her. Was her hair really that long and dark? Her hair was in a ponytail last night . . . so he didn't really- God, what is he thinking? So what if her hair was long and black and straight? Hell—excuse his language again—he shouldn't even care.

Because she was the cop. And he was the criminal.

It's just . . . forbidden to think that way.

"See you later, John." She was already walking away, her voice fading and her steps making sounds on the dried leaves.

"It's Quinn," he corrected her over his shoulder and walked further into a small clearing. Quinn sighed and gently nudged the ground with the tip of his foot. He missed his younger foster-sister. "Hey little sis. How are you?" he murmured, staring down at the gravestone.

Dove Redfern.

His foster-sister's name was engraved on the grayish marble stone with elegant, cursive letters. Under her name were her date of birth and death—and under that were the words, "Beloved daughter and sister . . ."

Quinn blinked repeatedly, his memories of his sweet sister quickly flashing in his mind before disappearing in his small innocent memories. "Well, I hope you're having fun up there. I don't think I'll be able to join you when I die. So just . . . I don't know." He ran a hand through his hair and squatted near the gravestone. "I suppose you saw the female cop, huh?" Quinn lightly swept fallen leaves and dirt from his sister's grave. "Yeah, she drives me nuts."

He could hear his sister's amused giggle in his head as the wind blew softly against him, making the fallen leaves he had swept from her gravestone go back on the stone. Quinn sighed. "Well, I guess I'm off for now. I'll visit you again whenever I come back here. I suspect that the cop's waiting for me outside." Quinn half-smiled down at his sister's grave. "Until next time, Dove."

With that, Quinn pushed his hands in his pockets and walked the other direction, avoiding the exit he knew the cop was at.

To him, the cop was predictable and unpredictable at the same time. Confusing, to sum it up. That was why, last night, he waited for her to attack him first so that he could understand her techniques. But she soon caught up to his strategy plan and faked a punch to torture him against the wall (that sounds a bit sensual, doesn't it?). He easily predicted how her actual reactions are but then she does something totally unpredictable that counters her actual reactions and he just couldn't . . . understand her.

It was like Quinn could understand and not understand her.

It was all so confusing that he didn't want to think anymore.

Hell—damn it, excuse his language again—he shouldn't even be thinking of Rashel Jordan. Quinn growled, his eyes flashing angrily behind him, checking if that nuisance was following him. He should take home a girl tonight. Just to get the cop out of his mind.

Now, as he neared the alternate (secret) exit of the graveyard, Quinn smiled to himself. He was going to surprise the cop. Maybe he'll just throw her inside a well (if he could find one; preferably like the ones in the horror films) after he knocks her out.

Instead of walking straight through the secret exit, he turned to his right where some trees can be used to hide him. Quinn slightly crouched as he walked through the small mass of trees, keeping himself hidden as he saw the entrance he used earlier.

And, as he predicted, Rashel Jordan was there with her arms crossed.

She was staring at the opposite direction—thank the heavens—while pacing back and forth. Her green eyes were focused on the pathway that they used a few minutes ago, her lips turned down in a slight frown, her expression troubled. Her dark hair was freely moving as she moved. She appeared as if she was in a deep thought. She looked so . . . perfect; appearing troubled like that. Maybe he was just a sadist.

He faintly wondered how she'd look like if she smiled at him; a genuine smile—not a malicious one. Not that he had any intentions to make her smile. Quinn was only wondering if it would make her look more . . . attractive.

Quinn crouched lower as he neared the opening of the trees. Now, how is he going to cross the distance without being in plain sight? Damn it all to he . . . ck, he thought as he shunned himself from saying hell. Maybe he should just give her a break and just not ambush her?

Nope. Not at all. He didn't want to give her a break.

But he ended up doing it anyway. Quinn watched her for another minute or so before retreating back to the direction he had come. It was a good thing he parked his car outside. He glanced back behind his shoulder and saw Rashel still pacing. His heart thudded oddly as he shook his head.

That idiot, he thought as he used his secret passageway. Hopefully, he'll never see her again. But Quinn couldn't help the feeling of wanting to see her again.

And he hated that feeling so much.


Rashel sighed through her nose.

Is that stupid asshole staying in the cemetery for the whole day or something? She can't let him get away again. With a final decision, she began walking back towards her mother's grave and tried to follow the direction she saw him headed for.

A chill ran through her as a scenario played in her head. What if Quinn was waiting for her to follow him so that he could knock her out? No, he wouldn't do that. Rashel knew that he has respect for every dead soul here.

She didn't know how she knew, but she does.

Quinn was sly, sharp, and respectful. Well, respectful to those he likes anyway.

Rashel faltered in her step, her pace starting to come slow as she saw the familiar corner she was about to round. Does that mean he liked her? Not in that way, of course. But in a . . . say, acquaintance-liking-kind-of way?

Before she can even answer the question, she heard a car honking and looked behind her. Parked just outside the gates was a dark-colored sports car with its window rolled down. However, that's not the most surprising part.

Because inside the car was Quinn, grinning amusedly at her. "See you around officer!" he exclaimed over the engine before speeding away.

This left Rashel dumbfounded in the cemetery.

Her mind began processing everything slowly. She encountered John Quinn twice in twenty-four hours. Rashel saw him again today but didn't arrest him because she thought it was disrespectful to do so in a cemetery (is that even a valid reason to let a wanted criminal go? Maybe it was because it was in front of her mother's grave . . .). She waited for him to come out and send his respects to whoever he was visiting before arresting—but he ends up speeding away leaving her flabbergasted here in the cemetery.

As she got in her car, Rashel couldn't help but wonder what happened to the cop that she was a night ago—before she met John Quinn.

Before she began to feel like this.


A/N: So how was it? I hope it's a good update, and hopefully I'm not rushing any events… OHMYGOSH. I just… HAD A FUCKING INSPIRATION! I know what I'm gonna do for the future chapters ;D I'm not telling anyone though. It shall spoil it. XD

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