Requested by Jakesivs: How about one where Mikasa is a cop and is extremely honest and strict with her work. Until certain badboy, Eren, unintentionally steals her heart.

A/N: Requests have been CLOSED until I finish writing Degrees of SleeplessnessI'll keep you posted. I'm just finishing up the requests I got a while back. Apologies to anyone who missed the cutoff without knowing.

Also, thanks for the prompt, I know it's not exactly what you asked for, and more of just a quick taste, but I feel like the entirety of your prompt would take a lot more than a quick drabble to cover.

Modern AU.


50. Wager

"Fuck." Eren slams his forehead to the wheel at the sight of the red and blue lights flashing behind him as he waits in defeat on the side of the road. It's one in the morning—don't these cops have anything better to do than ride his ass? For Christ's sake, he'd just gotten a parking ticket two weeks ago!

The patrol car door slams shut, and with a groan Eren rolls down his window.

"Morning, Officer," he says, hand massaging his temples.

"Do you know why I pulled you over?" the officer asks, and Eren's head snaps to attention at the timbre of a female voice. Well damn. Obsidian eyes and dark hair pulled back into a braid, she's rather pretty, and Eren finds his jaw agape. "Fifteen over the residential speed limit," she answers for him, voice and expression unchanging.

His mind is too stunned to fully process the words that tumble out of his mouth. "Wow," he says, but then he recovers: "Looks like I won't be using my tits to get out of this one, huh?—unless, of course, you swing that way." She doesn't look impressed.

"I'm going to have to write you a ticket."

"Come on, you don't have to do that."

"Do what? My job?"

He stares at her, wondering what her story is. She's petite for a woman, let alone a cop, and she certainly doesn't look like she's meant to be an officer. In fact, she reminds him of a small children playing pretend: oversized stethoscope around their necks, swimming in their mother's scrubs. He doesn't doubt that she's capable, yet somehow, she seems out of place. And he's been staring too long, because she squirms beneath his gaze.

"Listen," he says, "what's your name?"

She shuffles from foot to foot. "Ackerman," she finally says.

Your name's Ackerman?"

"Officer Ackerman."

"You're not going to give me a first name?"

"No, but I'll need yours to start writing this ticket."

Eren drums his fingers on the wheel, chewing his bottom lip. He looks up. "Rock paper scissors," he says.

"What?"

"One throw. If I win, you let me off with a warning. If I lose, you give me a ticket. Deal?"

It's so hard to read her expression, and he catches her fingers wandering to her radio. Good god, he's going to need a beer after all of this. "Fine," she replies.

They throw. She chooses rock, he chooses paper. Eren doesn't even bother hiding his grin. "Once more?" he asks, "I buy you a drink if I win?"

She crosses her arms. "Get out of here before I change my mind about that ticket."

Eren shrugs. "It was worth a shot. You have a nice day, Officer," he salutes her before driving off. And perhaps it's a trick of the light, but in his rearview mirror, he thinks he catches her blushing.