Chance

"Fuck!"
Washu Hakubi looked amusedly at her former partner and distant cousin. She had her feet propped on the desk, eating out of a bag of sunflower seeds. They were her substitute for cigarettes, since she had given up that nasty habit.
Washu was three seconds from laughing outright. Lieutenant Ryoko Pyrit, the most organized cop on the New York Police Department, was running around her cramped office panickedly, throwing things every which way and attracting quite a lot of attention at her door.
Ryoko stopped for a second and glared her golden cat eyes at everyone at the entrance.
"Don't you have things to do?" she asked curtly. The crowd dissipated rapidly, and Ryoko continued her frantic search.
"Ryoko"
Washu was ignored.
"Ryoko"
"Goddamned, motherfu-"
"RYOKO!"
"Uggh! What the hell is it?" She turned around to see her cousin holding a manilla envelope. She turned on her trademark glare. "You were toying with me weren't you?"
"Oh, yes of course. I can never resist a chance to make you angry." Washu held out the envelope peacefully.
Ryoko took it, and on her way out the door tossed over her shoulder, "Steal my coffee and your ass is mine. That's the good stuff."
"Scouts honor"
Then Ryoko was gone. Washu got a cup of coffee, and sighed as she drank it. Like she had ever been a scout. It really was the good stuff.
On the way to the elevator that would take her all the way to the Commander's office, Ryoko pulled out the contents, and examined the papers and grisly pictures cooly. She was scarred enough to not have to be sick anymore, but not quite cynical enough to not feel butterflies of sympathy.
They were pictures of a nine year old girl that had been raped repeatedly and then beaten by her abusive father. Ryoko got a prick in the back of her head, but sealed off the memories and the headache. The papers were autopsy reports. She had died from a skull fracture that had all but cracked her head like an egg.
The contents went back in the envelope for Commander Yosho Frash to examine. Also were the autopsy reports on the father. Ryoko had had to use lethal force on him. She could still feel the Glock jump in her hand, and smell the odor of gunpowder fill the air.
Ryoko shivered. It wasn't the first time she'd used her gun to kill someone, out of neccessity, but it was certainly the most disturbing.