"okay i get it you're a great thief and don't want to go to jail but i'm the exhausted af detective that's assigned to catch you i stg if you let me bring you in so i can sleep i'll get you a good deal" au

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Daniel Fenton yawned, rubbing at his eyes. Two months. He had been after this damned thief for two months. He'd finally tracked him - them - down to a small apartment smack in the middle of downtown. No one would have thought to look there. And they were so cliche, too! Stealing from banks and art galleries. As far as he knew, none of the items that they had stolen had been sold. Now it was just a matter of bringing them in and finding everything they stole. Then maybe he could actually get a good night's sleep. If he even knew what that was, anymore.

Climbing up the stairs, he nearly stumbled backwards a couple times. Of course they lived on the third floor. It couldn't just be the first floor, no. They had to make him climb all these steps. Looking back down at the scrap of a note he had written it on, Danny looked to the apartment number blankly. He rose his hand, knocking on the door, the last knock just sort of...falling. A moment later, the door opened, and a man with black hair and shining green eyes was tilting his head. "Can I...help you?"

Danny only stared for a moment before nodding and taking his badge out of his pocket, showing it to the man. "You're under arrest."

The man blinked, opening his mouth, and closing it again before opening the door wider, still looking at Danny curiously. "Maybe you should...come inside for a moment? Have a cup of coffee?"

Staring for a moment, Danny gave a slow nod, stepping inside. "You're under arrest."

Nodding, the man ushered Danny towards the couch while he went off towards the kitchen. "Yes, yes, I heard you the first time. Still, you look like you could use a cup of coffee. Or maybe a week's worth of sleep."

"Hey, Andy, why's the who the hell is this." A man stood in the doorway with grocery bags hanging from his arms. He slowly walked to the kitchen, still staring at Danny, and sounding offended. "Are you /cheating/ on me?"

"You're under arrest."

"He needed coffee."

The second turned to the first - Andy - staring at him. "He's a cop."

"I've realized this."

"There's a cop in our place."

"Yes there is."

"Again."

At that, Danny looked to them, tilting his head. "Again?"

"College was a rather interesting time."

Slowly nodding, Danny looked down at the couch he was sitting on, and blinked. "When did I get here?"

"A few moments ago." Carrying a cup, Andy came out of the kitchen with a hum, handing it to Danny. "Apologies, I don't believe we've properly introduced ourselves. I'm Andrew, and /that one/ is Randy."

Randy scoffed, a hand to his chest. "'That one?' What is /that/ supposed to mean?!"

"Nothing, dear, nothing." Andrew paused for a moment, tilting his head at Danny. "So, then. How long have you been coming after us?"

"...Danny."

"Right. So, /Danny,/ how long have you been on our case?"

Danny took a sip from the cup, narrowing his eyes at it and giving a small huff. "Two months." Two terrible, grueling months, but it was worth it, for this moment.

Randy whistled from the kitchen, looking impressed. "Most of them gave up after a month. Pretty determined, yeah? Hell, I probably barely knew I was being followed, half the time."

"...What?"

Andrew nodded as he sat in the armchair across from him. "I have to agree. You're fairly sneaky for a detective." His voice took on a teasing tone. "Are you sure /you/ aren't a thief?"

Taking another sip, Danny glared over at him. "This is hot chocolate."

"Indeed it is."

"You lied."

"I may have."

"You're under arrest."

"Why /aren't/ you a thief?"

"...Cause that's stealing."

Randy snorted as he flopped down onto the other side of the couch. "It's either that, or living in debt. Personally, I'd rather not have to worry about /anything/ college related."

"...Why do you steal?"

"Because then we can actually eat and live? Why do you work?"

"...I dunno." Rolling his eyes, Andrew took the cup from Danny's hands and set it on the coffee table, grabbing the blanket from off the couch and throwing it over Danny. Danny blinked up at him. "...But you're under arrest."

"Yes, yes, you can arrest us in the morning. First, though, you need sleep. You look like the walking dead." Andrew took Randy's hand, dragging the man back into the kitchen. "You, come with me. We have things to discuss."

"What did I do, this time?"

Danny watched as the two went into the kitchen, speaking to each other in hushed tones. If he really wanted, he could listen in, but... It was so warm and comfy... He looked down at the blanket, tilting his head. Weren't all criminals supposed to be terrible evil monsters? Another glance to the kitchen, and his head was slowly falling to lay on the arm rest. Maybe just...five minutes. Just to rest his eyes.