Matthew almost groans when he sees Alfred's face. It was a tradition for them to work together every once and a while on jobs. Usually, they traded back and forth on picking the jobs so that they didn't get too bored with it. Last time, Matthew had picked them working as lumberjacks for pure shits and giggles because he thought it would be hilarious. Sure enough, it had been. The number of axes that Alfred had gone through because he hadn't wanted to watch his strength had reached well over a hundred by the end of the first week. This time, Alfred had picked. And he had decided they were going to be cops. Not a big deal, they'd done it before and it was usually rewarding to do such. Just…at the moment Matthew wished that they hadn't caught the guy in a bank robbery. Because Alfred had that smile on his face. The smile that says he's going to do something he thinks is totally hilarious, but is probably pretty stupid. Sure enough, as soon as the drum roll starts from the speakers of their cruiser, Matthew groans.
"Really Alfred? Really?" Matthew asks as I Fought the Law by the Clash begins to play.
Instead of answering, Alfred just smiles, dancing along to the song as best he can while driving. Matthew glances in the rear-view and spots the robber's face. It's a mix of incredulous-ness and amusement.
"I fought the law and the law won!" Alfred sings, tapping on the divider on the words "law won".
Matthew groans, but by now he has a grin creeping on his face. His brother is an idiot. A lovable, goofy, completely adorkable idiot. By now, the robber is chuckling, which is quite the change from the sour look he was wearing when they'd put him in the back seat. Deciding to go with is Matthew wipes the grin from his face as best as possible, though he isn't terribly successful with it, as he turns to the guy in their back seat.
"I'm sorry, I promise we're professionals." Matthew pauses a moment. "But to be fair, he had entirely too much sugar at lunch and is a bit hyperactive."
His "serious" face is ruined by Alfred's drumming, which had been on the steering wheel, borrowing his head for a couple of beats before turning back to the wheel. Matthew's look of why me? must have been something because the guy in back bursts out laughing.
AN/ I'm not dead! Whoo! Anyway, sorry that it's been so long since I've updated this (though not as long as some of my other stories *looks back at the grumbling Harry Potter fans* ha...). No, I wasn't bogged down with college (I've graduated! Whoo!). No, I wasn't avoiding posting because of the elections (yes, I'm American, no I don't wanna talk about them...). Yes, I've had things written, I just haven't had anything I wanted to post. That said, I'll hopefully be feeling up to posting more soon, but I felt bad and wanted you all to enjoy this little mini story that I'd typed up. So...yeah...hope you liked it! (btw, I'm totally gonna do this if I become a cop. At least once.)