So this was a bit difficult for me to write, but I hope I was able to at least get some of their characterizations. Anyway, this one is CorruptedShipping (Blake x Whitley) for Rile. Hope you enjoy it.
Blake sighed as he grabbed another stack of paperwork that needed to be filed. While he was allowed back on the force, he was placed on a mandatory probation period, which involved doing grunt work during the holidays.
"Do you know how many felonies you're committing right now?" he asked as a shadowy figure approached his desk. "I'm finding it harder to believe that you aren't hardened criminal."
"Well it shouldn't be this easy to break in," the figure replied. "I also learned from the best."
"The security cameras are on a loop," he responded. "You can come out."
"Oh thank you," Whitley stated as she came into view.
"I didn't do it for you," Blake began. "I did it so it would look like I was working while lazying around."
Whitley chuckled as she grabbed a chair and put it across his desk, before sitting down.
"So why are you here, isn't your mom worried?"
"I thought you could use some company," she replied shyly. "And things are still a bit… tense."
"I'm sorry to hear," he began. "But I don't need it."
"You really aren't bothered by being stuck here on Christmas?"
"I won't be soon enough," he added placing another stack of paper. "I think I've uncovered a mole."
"What?"
"I'm looking at this cadet's files, and there's a lot of inconsistencies," he explained. "He's trying to cover his tracks on a few Plasma members, but he's sloppy."
Whitley watched him place a stack of folders away, leaving one on the desk before he got up. She hid once again, and eventually escaped from the building unnoticed as Blake reset the security cameras.
It was snowing out in Castelia City while Whitley waited for him outside the Interpol building. Blake came out with a folder and a stack of papers ignoring her as he walked by.
"Where are you going?" she shouted chasing after him.
He continued to ignore her as he kept walking ahead. They eventually approached a residential neighborhood in the city, where Blake approached a house.
The young man eventually came to a stop as he felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning around he saw Whitley with a worried look on her face.
"What are you doing?"
"My job," he replied. "This scumbag needs to be booked."
"Blake, you aren't supposed to be doing field work," she tried to urge him.
"They'll forgive me soon enough."
"What if he's innocent?" she urged him once more.
"I saw the files," he vocalized.
"Have you seen him actively working with Plasma? Do you have enough evidence to prove it?" she launched a wave of questions, each one cutting him deeper. "You've been back for two weeks Blake, do you really want to risk your job again, just on a hunch?"
Moving away Blake turned away from her once again and approached the steps.
"I see," she replied holding back tears. "I guess you haven't changed."
Whitley walked away as Blake knocked on the door.
"Hey Blake," the cadet asked upon answering the door. "Can I help you with something?"
"Um, yeah," Blake stated, shuffling his feet nervously. "Um, just wanted to say Merry Christmas."
He walked away and eventually caught up with Whitley. This time she ignored him as he pleaded with her, attempting to explain the situation.
She eventually felt a pair of arms reach her from behind and embrace her.
"I'm sorry."
A mixture of teardrops and snowfall landed on her lap as she wrapped her arms around his head.
I noticed that my A/Ns are getting shorter haha. So I'm officially more than half-way done with this! I wouldn't really classify this as angst, but I guess it is? Well either way I hope you all enjoy this, tomorrow will be FranticShipping for Iro!