a/n: stop writing gangster aus, i say 700 words into the gangster au.


Red sighed as she sat up, shaking the fog of sleep out if her head. She grimaced and stretched, the disks of her spine clicking back into place with a few satisfying pops. This was the eighth consecutive night she had slept in her office chair. It was plush and comfortable for sitting and sort of intimidating for those sitting in the smaller, less comfortable guest chairs… But, it wasn't exactly a king size bed.

I miss sleeping in my bed. I miss sleeping in my bed with Cynthia.

It had been eight days since her detective lover had found out she was actually a ruthless mob boss, and six days since she'd gotten out of the hospital, the bullet hole in her side more or less completely healed. The blonde was still staying in their formerly shared apartment. Red had her Gengar, King Boo or just Boo, keeping an eye on the place. As her trickiest Pokémon, she was more than confident that he wouldn't let himself be spotted, even by Cynthia's sharp-sensed Lucario.

Red pushed herself to her feet, with a groan and a curse. She glanced at her Pokégear. 3:22 PM. With luck, Cynthia would be at work. First day out of the hospital, Boo reported that Cynthia went to back to work at the precinct and even though she'd be stuck with desk work until she fully recovered. Red shook her head, yawning. She needs to take a break.

She strolled through the tidy spacious halls of the Rocket hideout, making her way to wear she knew her Pokémon were waiting. She hadn't had time to play with them much recently. Regrettably, it was unlikely that there'd be time to play with them in the next few days either. There was simply too much work to be done. Too many people to take care of and too many favors to be called in. She placed a palm to her face as she recalled the last parts of her conversation with Giovanni.

"Don't let this become an issue, Red. Make sure your girlfriend keeps her nose out of our business. Or, I will."

"…Yes, sir, Mr. Giovanni."

The red eyed woman sighed and pushed open a door. It led to a wide room where her Pokémon- minus King Boo- rested on plush carpets, soft cushions, and warm blankets. They each purred and cried out in greeting to her. "Hey, guys," She mumbled, shortly hugging and petting each of them in turn. "Not much time to mess around today, I'm afraid." They gave cries of slight disappointment but insistently cuddled their trainer nonetheless.

After a few moments, she pulled away from them. "Vates, ready to go?" The pink psychic cat stepped forward, the gem on her forehead glowing. With a cry of "Espeon!" the little cat jumped up and draped herself over her master's shoulders. In a flash of light, they were gone.

Red opened her crimson eyes to the painfully familiar setting of the living room in her apartment. Vates immediately, slipped down off her shoulders and curled up on the leather black couch- the one Cynthia picked out- with a purr. Red took a longing look around the room before making her way to the kitchen.

She'd gotten to the habit of leaving Cynthia a present every time she stopped by their home, usually something small; the only indication that she'd been there at all. This time, it was a single perfect red rose, its thorns trimmed away, and a dragon fang painstakingly carved from an Everstone. The dark haired woman placed these gifts in the center of the table.

She padded over to the refrigerator, intent on checking to see if she needed to have anything delivered. She pulled the door open to see a pair of mischievous eyes peering back at her. Boo floated up through the bottom of the ice box and hissed out a greeting, his unnerving perpetual Cheshire Cat grin softening affectionately. Red stroked his head, ignoring the chill that passed through her as she did so. "Hey, buddy. Holdin' down the fort for me?"

"Gengar!"

"Don't eat all the food, 'kay?"

The purple ghost gave her a mock salute, a cartoonishly large tongue hanging out his mouth as he smiled. He flew through her and disappeared through the pantry wall. Red shook her head, bemused, before padding off to the bathroom.

Soon enough, the sound of the shower running echoed through the quiet apartment.

Cynthia paused in front of her door. She could hear the sound of someone moving around inside. The memory of the bullet ripping through her side jumped to the forefront of her mind. She pulled a two items from her belt. The first, a regulation pistol. She clicked the safety off. The second item was a Premierball. She brought it to her lips and near silently whispered into it.

"Luka," she murmured. "Can you hear me?"

Telepathically, the voice of the Pokémon within responded immediately. "Miss Cynthia, how may I be of assistance?"

"Someone's in the apartment."

Instantly, a powerful, angry aura flared up from within the ball. "Is that so?"

"I'm gonna let you out, but don't make a sound."

"Of course," The voice was calm, but there was a dark edge of fury to it now.

In a flash of brilliant red light, a dark furred dog like Pokémon stood in front of the door, eyes blazing with aura. It murmured "Lucario!" silently, a much quieter version of its usual battle cry.

"On my mark…" Cynthia whispered. Luka held his paw in front of the lock, using psychic energy to unlock the door, at the same time stifling the little click it would have made. The detective paused, listening carefully for any sign that whoever was on the other side of the door knew of their presence.

"Now!"

Luka kicked in the door with a mighty roar and Cynthia stepped in behind him, finger hovering over the gun's trigger with a cry of "Freeze!"

And freeze is exactly what Vates and King Boo did, their eyes wide with surprise. They'd been playing tag when Cynthia and Luka burst through the door. Cynthia lowered her weapon, clearly not expecting the ghost and psychic duo. What…? Wait, but that means - That sneaky little shit! The four blinked at each other before something seemed to hit Red's Pokemon. They shared a panicked look before, abruptly, Boo sunk through the floor and Vates lunged for Luka, eyes glowing with a Hypnosis attack. The steel-fighting type immediately slumped over, fast asleep.

Vates then rounded on the blond detective but the little she-cat made no move to attack. She didn't want to hurt her master's chosen, so instead settled for sitting in her path, blocking the only route to Red.

Of course, the Espeon's plan was foiled when Cynthia leapt over her and dashed down the hallway. Vates blinked and sighed. Perhaps this will end better than expected.

One moment, Red was sitting on the satin sheets of the queen size bed, clad in a fresh pair of pants and a bra and the next, she was dragged down through the mattress and bed frame by a frazzled looking Gengar, his frown simply his normal smile inverted. She blinked up at King Boo, but he merely brought a finger to his mouth; the universal signal for "shush." He sunk through her body, and down through the floor.

She lifted an eyebrow skeptically and at that moment, the bedroom door slammed open. Her head snapped towards the sound and she peered out from underneath the bed skirts. The familiar worn black leather or Cynthia's favorite pair of boots. She stifled a squeak. Shit, shit, shit, shit.

She could hear the blonde's panting breaths and her own heart thundering in her chest. Surprisingly, that spark of fear that shot through her wasn't of being arrested – for what, exactly? Trespassing in an apartment with her name on it? Technically Cynthia had no proof of her being a Rocket admin so that was out – or of even being shot, although the scent of gunpowder was ringing a few warning bells.

Red actually couldn't pinpoint why she was so afraid of being caught. She blinked. That's a first.

Cynthia swore under her breath and Red grimaced. Wow, she's angry. The boots walked closer to the bed, pausing at the foot before circling around to the other side, closer to the window. The bed sunk as Cynthia sat down on it and Red pressed herself closer to the floor.

"Chu-Pi! How can I help you?" The cute voice of the little digital Pichu helper on her Pokégear chirped happily. Red had accidentally pressed down on it. Her breath hitched and she heard Cynthia gasp. "Chu-Pi-Pi? Sorry, I didn't get that!"

And, in the next moment, Red found herself staring into Cynthia's angry, steel grey eyes.

Fuck me sideways.

A nervous laugh. "Hey, love. Feelin' better?"


a/n: i swear to god the gangster!au was supposed to be funny but then my inner drama queen came out and here we are.

the little bit with the pichu helper came from a vine about siri.

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