Good cop Bad cop. – Pt. 1

Summary: AU Tifa is a cop, on a case to stop an organisation involved in the Drug trade. She keeps getting close, but they keep getting away, what's a girl to do? ;)

She was out of breath and frustrated. She'd been chasing after these people all week, and when she finally got close to catching them in the act, she'd been rumbled. They had scattered and she had been left at the half mast, not quite blind, but with not quite enough information to take them down.

The drug market was a serious business, and consequently, very difficult to stamp out. The organisation she was after had only cropped up in the last few months, and was already making quite a name for itself. The police didn't know who they were, or where they were based, but they were rumoured to have sprung from the slums, intent on making money and gaining a batter lifestyle; not a bad plan, it was just their method of doing so that was seen as incorrect and illegal.

That was where she came in. Lieutenant Tifa Lockheart was a top cop, one of the best. She was a master in over 7 different styles of martial arts, and she was by no means a bimbo. With a body that could cripple the navy, she appealed to many men, including -it would seem- the enemy.

On the two previous occasions she had come close to catching the group in the act, she had had a run-in with their boss-man, the one they all called 'Canary'; the deep purple mark on her shoulder being evidence of their little encounters.

This time was no different. She chased a hooded figure into an alley-way and stopped, bent double, breathing heavily, listening for any signs of her adversary. Nothing. She groaned, this happened all the time; she'd be chasing one, they'd turn the corner, then disappear completely. She collapsed against the wall, slipping down it to sit at its base, defeated. "Giving up are we lieutenant?"

Tifa jumped at the voice and her hand shot to her gun, pulling it out of the halter and aiming it at the speaker as she made to stand up. "No don't get up."

She slumped back against the wall. It was Canary, she knew it, his voice was familiar to her now, having heard it so close in her ear only a few days ago, it was hard to forget . He was walking closer to her, wearing an ordinary hoody and black jeans, his hands pushed deep in the pockets, the hood pulled up over his head, hiding his face in its shadows. He stopped in front of her and squatted down. "You look cute when you're all puffed out."

She stared him down, refusing to take note of his compliment. He tutted and moved to sit next to her with his back against the wall, and his knees pulled up to his chest like hers. "All that running has me kind of war, wouldn't mind helping me out of these clothes would you?"

He laughed at her noise of disgust and said, "Come on girl, you know you're enjoying this."

She turned her body to face him, a look of revulsion crossing her face as she said, "Why would I enjoy having to chase around after a petty criminal like you!?"

He shrugged, "I'm enjoying being chased by you."

She huffed at the definite tone of amusement in his voice, "Glad you're enjoying this so much..."

He nodded, slipping a hand round her waist and pinning her to him as he whispered in her ear, "Like Hannibal and that hot cop who can't catch him."

She shivered as his breath ghosted over her neck and the mark on her shoulder, prompting a laugh from Canary, "Should I give you another Hicky?"

She shook her head, then gasped when his lips settled on her throat. She was close enough now to see from the corner of her eye, two electric blue orbs watching her expression with amusement as the sucking and flicking of his tongue on her skin caused her eyes to shutter. "You a vampire or something?" she moaned, causing him to stop sucking and laugh.

"No," he admitted, brushing the new mark with his fingertips, "But if a was, then so would you be by now." Again the eyes shone in the darkness of the hoody. Tifa reached up, pulling the hood just enough to see his lips part on a smile before he stopped her. "Tut tut Lockheart, don't be so hasty now."

She pouted, "You know what I look like, I don't see why I shouldn't know what you look like." I mean, you have been getting rather intimate with me, haven't you. He laughed again and said, "Wouldn't want you falling in love with me, would we?"

Then he was off, bounding out of the alley, laughing at Tifa's slack-jawed expression as he disappeared round the corner, leaving her feeling shocked and –she pressed a hand to the lovebite on her neck- oddly cold.