"Goooood morning, Sergeant Johnson!" Charlotte greeted, gaining eyes of people passing by in the precinct.

Said balding officer glanced up over his reading glasses, raising a brow at his officer's enthusiastic greeting this cold morning. "And good morning to you, Lane."

She leaned against the desk, hand on her hip and the other resting off the edge of the desk. "So, what do you have planned for me?"

He placed his glasses down, leaning back as his chair creaked by his large weight. It was a miracle he even fit in that poor chair. "Well, I do have something you might like."

Her eyes shined in anticipation, her fingers gripping the warm out wooden edges. "Yes? Yes?"

"I need you to keep your patrol around Love Park, there's rumor's of people stealing from the shops at the Christmas Village and need someone to keep an eye on them." He explained.

Charlotte deflated at the news, her eyes dying off that glow and her shoulders slumping. "Say what?"

He nodded, the chair creaking once more as he leaned forward at his desk. "Lane, I know what you want to hear is 'I got a fresh new case for you to investigate'." He told, mocking in a higher friendlier tone, "Not gonna happen, not today."

Charlotte leaned off the desk, watching her Sergeant brush his mustache as he pleased the glasses back on the perch of his large nose. "So, when?"

"In due time, be patient."

"I've been patient!" She barked, a warning look sent by her boss. "It's been six months, when are you going to stop dragging me."

"I'm not dragging you, Officer Lane. I'm waiting until you are truly ready for a case to solve." He picked up his pencil, focusing back on his paperwork. "I see I was right to hold you back. You aren't ready."

Charlotte felt her temper rise, grounding her teeth and feeling the blood boil in her head. With an audible sigh, she turned on her heel and left promptly to her patrolling location. The officer walked to the park, wanting the cold wind and soft flurries of snow to cool her head down.

"He treats me like a child. 'When you're ready'-" Charlotte mimicked her boss in a childish tone. "I am ready, damnit!"

She let out a frustrated groan, looks from passers glanced to her. Some tense as an angry officer with weapons on her person wasn't the best company. Charlotte let the freezing winter air cool her hot head down, standing by a crossing waiting for the light to change. At least she didn't have to deal with the propaganda people on street corners in Center City. A lot of yelling about Tony Stark who was a huge buzz in the world right now. Charlotte didn't give it much thought, so long as whatever he did stayed out of her city, he could do whatever he wanted. The West Coast could deal with him.

Her mind returned on track as she felt the crowd shift around her to cross the road. Charlotte followed in suit, eventually getting to Love Park where the LOVE statue art work could be seen.

Every year around winter time from November to January, Love Park holds a Christmas Village event. Many small shops sell their wares of home made art to food. She really liked visiting this place, so maybe this could put her mind off of the prolonged promise her sergeant was giving her.

The light haired ginger took her stroll carefully, her eyes scanning about with her hands shoved into her coat pockets. Her police issued coat wasn't the best in this weather, but whatever gave the people notice that she was in the area. The people around her showed now signs of being a thief or such, but she kept them peeled. Charlotte spotted teens hanging out and families walking together. Kids getting excited when they spotted a small stall selling handmade toys and women cooed at the beautiful handmade glass jewelry. She smirked, feeling bad for the hurt their wallets will earn. The stalls were not cheap, so it wasn't like a mall to spend needlessly. Look around and really think about what is worth buying.

Charlotte caught herself eyeing up some stalls, deciding what to send her family for Christmas this year. She had a few weeks, it was only December 4th after all.

"Hey, watch it!"

Her head snapped to the left when she heard the yell, expecting to find a thief running with something. Instead, he saw a burly man yelling down at a dark haired man, women of long legs by the big man. Charlotte prayed it wouldn't turn into a conflict-

"You think you own the place just shoving people like that!?"

"Was my apology not satisfactory, sir? And I barely touched your women."

"Yes you did!"

Charlotte sighed hanging her head, she hated when the stupid people of Philly decide, 'Yes! I want to scream at a potentially dangerous stranger because I can' whenever she was out on the beat.

Well, better to end it now then let a fight ensure.

"Excuse me, gentleman." She approached, the trio turning to her as she walked up to them. "What's the cause for all this commotion?"

The large man bellowed down at her. "This douchebag groped my girlfriend!"

The darker man seemed appalled by the accusation, eyes wide with dark brows knotted tightly above them. "I did no such thing!" He defended, Charlotte now noticed how British his accent sounded. Possibly an immigrant, they were large targets in the city.

Charlotte held a hand to, pressing it to the slender man's shoulder to keep him from getting smashed by this monster of a man. "Sir, sir, Please don't make this any worse."

The man's green eyes glared at her, "Any worse- Do you not hear the lies that spew from his grotesque lips?"

"You sayin' my man is gross!?" The girl suddenly barked, Charlotte now had her other hand up to keep a physical fight from ensuing.

"Please, keep a distance so I can get this sorted." She told, trying to remain calm toward the situation. A crowd started to gather to watch the event unfold- Typical Philly.

"What exactly happened- And I'm asking him ." She indicated to the dark haired man who was the calmer. With a sigh, she turned to the tall man, woah, he towered her. "Ahem, what happened, sir?"

The man took a breath, fixing the lapel of his dark long wool coat. He was dressed formally, Charlotte assumed he might be a businessman by the sharp outfit and how freshly pressed it looked. The suit was dark with a crisp white dress shirt and gold tie. His shoes shined and the coat looked warm with the length down to his knees making him look taller.

"My lady, I was simply trying to pass by this brute as he blocked the walkway. I meant no disrespect to touching anyone , which I didn't with my hands in my pockets." He explained.

Charlotte was a bit taken back by the addressing of her, but cleared her throat to dismiss it. Typical British- though she's never spoken to one before. "So, you never touched the woman's cooch?" He frowned at her choice of words. "You didn't grope her, right?"

"Certainly not." The man told her.

"Hey!" The two turned to see the brute and girlfriend gone, but a panicked man at a nearby stall. "They just stole some of my wares!"

So they were the thieves! "Damnit, they distracted me! Where did they run off to?"

"Down toward the ornament tent." The stall man said.

Charlotte bolted off through the crowd toward, running to get through people without causing anyone to get pushed or knocked down. She got to the long large tent just in time to see the trendy blonde pushing her thieving boyfriend inside.

"Police! Stop!" She barked, running inside.

The tent was empty, thankfully no expensive glass ornaments were displayed to cause damage. She chased after seeing the girlfriend ushering her boe to move faster. Tables were in the way, but they knocked them over in an attempt to slow her down. Charlotte was quick to move, jumping over them or avoiding anything thrown in her discretion.

"I said stop!" She yelled, nearly tripping over stacked folding chairs he had toppled down.

They were nearing the exit of the tunnel-like tent, it led right into the other side of the park and toward the main streets. Meaning with traffic they could get away.

She saw them fly through the flaps of the tent, she ground her teeth and pushed her legs to run faster. Charlotte threw the flaps from her face, the cold air smacking her skin. She nearly dropped, stopping herself finding the thieving brute groaning on the ground holding his arm, possibly broken, and a bruised face. His girlfriend was trying to comfort him as he laid on the cold concrete.

"How the hell-" She panted, approaching them. "Did you fall over, you big dumbass?"

The girlfriend glared at the officer. " HE attacked my man!" She cried, pointing past Charlotte.

"Simply lending a hand." That voice, the British accent.

She turned to see the grinning and proud dark haired man, hands behind his back as he approached the scene. Charlotte sighed, reaching for her radio on her shoulder. "Call in a bus and back up. Got two arrests."

The man watched her with fascination, almost intrigued by her words and the radio she spoke into. Once she got a muttering static response, she nodded and turned to the couple, taking her handcuffs out. "You're under arrest for stealing. You have the right to remain silent." She told her Miranda Rights as she took the women by her wrists, put them behind her back and started laying the cuffs on her.

"Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you." She got the women to sit down on the freezing pavement and turned to the man who still watched amusingly. "Did you break his arm?"

He shook his head, "He merely slipped on some ice and landed his enormous weight on his hefty arm. Only a sprain, from what I see." he explained.

Charlotte raised a brow, "And the bruises?" she asked.

He shrugged. "Accidents happen.

Charlotte sighed but a small smirk was seen making him grin himself. She got out her second pair of handcuffs and simply cuffed his goof wrist and attached the other end to the girl's cuffs keeping them together. He read the man his rights and stood by awaiting for the bus and back up. The dark haired man stood by, watching as locals seemed to have glanced and continued like it was an everyday thing.

"I want a lawyer! You hear me, bitch! I'll sue you and that bastard!"

"I said you had the right to remain silent, might want to keep that right." She warned as he was shoved into a police car.

The man's injuries were looked at and despite a sprained wrist and a few facial bruises, he was off to the clink with his girlfriend. Charlotte was praised by a fellow officer, telling her she'd tell the Sergeant.

"No need, not like he cares anyway." She shrugged, looking past the fellow officer to see the dark haired man still standing by. It was like he was finding the whole arrest and scene to be entertaining.

"Sorry, excuse me- I'll see you at the precinct." She nodded her off and walked over to the tall man. "Sorry, I never thanked you for the help."

He looked down at her, "No need. It was fun." he said.

"Fun?" She raised a brow. "I mean- I guess Philly has its tendencies to be entertaining." Charlotte got her notebook out of her coat pocket and a pen. "May I get your information, sir? And you're ID if you don't mind?"

"Loki." He told, biting back a grin as she paused in writing on the notepad.

"...How do you spell that?" She asked hesitantly.

"L-O-K-I." She nodded writing it down. "Odinson."

She didn't ask to spell that, scribbling a few more things then looking back up at him. "Do you have Identification? Sorry, to ask when we really shouldn't. I just want to make sure-"

"You mean this?"

The man waved his hand, snapped his fingers and a card appeared in his grip. Her brows shot up, eyeing him then the card. He wiggled it, offering her to see it. She took it, looking it over to see it as a visiting visa. She got the information down, tilting her head at the information.

"Norway? Figured you for an Brit with the accent and all." She commented, and handed the card back to him. "Neat trick."

"Many more where that came from." He told, flicking his wrist and it vanished.

She nodded, not even looking at him. "Staying here for a year, I see?"

"Indeed."

"Well," She sighed, closing the notebook and pocketing it. "Oh, just in case he tries to sue you." Charlotte got her own card, a flimsy small one that held her name, number, and badge number. "Contact me in case it goes to court."

Loki took the card and looked it over. "Charlotte Lane." He read out, nodding as he flicked his fingers and the card vanished as well.

Expecting her to be fascinated or excited over it, he frowned and saw her step away from him without another word. He amazed many people in Asgard for his tricks, both the simple and the extravagant ones. She didn't seem all that phased by that small trick. His conjures, his duplications and illusions would be the testament of his attention and praise. She looked at his trick like it was a simple everyday chore.

Charlotte Lane- Officer. She was a police, guard and protection of citizens. She took her job seriously as she talked to two more officers, Loki watching from his spot. The way she ran off to stop those people just petty thieving. He had spent his morning walking the city and watched many people of the same badge, same uniform, and same job. But a lot of them ignored the people, some even questioningly, giving dirty looks. Loki noted some with hands resting on the weapons as if ready for an attack.

The streets seemed joyous and boasting, lively with people talking about their upcoming event of 'Christmas'. Shopping for gifts, planning dinners, and talking of travels with and to families.

Everyone seemed happy and joyous. So why were some officers ready as if a battle was going to commence?

When he entered this park to find an event being held of music, market wares, and food, he only found one officer wandering the place. Charlotte, he noticed she was pacing around not as tense or stern looking as the others. She held a look of wonderment as her eyes scanned the environment around her, hands in his pockets as her eyes went from stall to stall. Her expression had changed from thoughtful to indifferent, even one making him grin to see her laugh at herself at something she saw or thought of. It was more that this officer was so relaxed, she could be herself in her uniform as she stood by to protect the innocent.

"Charlotte Lane." He repeated, testing the name on his tongue.

"So you can't even catch a perp these days, Lane?" The Sergeant questioned as he paced his office. She stood by the door, biting her lip to keep from back responding. "A civilian risked his life to help out- this guy is a tank compared to what I am described this man to be."

"Sir-"

"You expect me to have you chase down suspects of a case when you can't even chase down petty thieves?"

"Sir, I-"

"You're slacking Lane. I don't know what happened to cause this downhill, but my disappointment in you is rising more and more."

"Maybe if you gave me a case, I wouldn't be so distracted in expecting that promise you've held over my head for half a year!" Charlotte snapped, making her boss pause and snarl at her. "Sir." She gulped.

He took a deep long breath, sitting down in his creaky chair and heaving a huge sigh. "Lane, I understand these past two years have not been easy on you. With your father-"

"I swear, sir. I'm over it and have moved on." Charlotte promised, taking a breath to steady her voice. "What's done is done and he won't be coming back. I understand that and I take this job seriously as much as he took his own."

Her Sargeant watched her silently, rubbing the bush on his upper lip as he listened.

"I promise, I can prove to you am much more than some on the beat cop. Don't get me wrong, I love my job, I love the city, and I love walking and greeting those I protect. But I want to do more. So many people wander the streets knowing they've gotten away with murder, rape, assult, and worse! I just-"

She took a few breaths, blinking her eyes dry as she approached his desk. "Please, Sergeant. Just one chance and- and if I fail, I will gladly walk the beat for the rest of my career."

The large man eyed his officer, he knew she was one of the most ambitious and hardworking of his force. She's been aiming to be a detective since she came to the precinct four years ago. That young bouncy officer who brought a smile to them every morning and wished them a safe evening every night.

If her father hadn't-

"Officer Lane." He leaned back, preparing the words about to leave his lips. "Come in early tomorrow morning, you might find something worthy at the front desk for you."

Suddenly, her eyes glistened and her lips stretched as wide as they had ever gotten. Her teeth shined, covering her mouth to keep from squealing in excitement and awe.

"I promise, I swear on my life I will not let you down on this!"

The Sergeant gave a look, and she straightened up clearing her throat. "Take the rest of the day off, Lane. Jacob is back from parental leave so he can cover your beat."

Charlotte blinked, shaking her head. "I couldn't allow that. I'll still take my beat today, there's no reason for me to bail out for just a nearly bad catch."

He nodded, "That's what I thought. At least get some lunch before heading to Center City." he suggested.

She gave an overly enthusiastic salute, "Yes, sir!" and left his office with a spring in her step.

Once she shut the door, she bounced on her heels and couldn't stop smiling despite the pain in her facial muscles. Charlotte knew this day would be the day, even if she had to push it for it to happen. She got her foot in the door and tomorrow-

"Good afternoon, Officer Lane."

"Shit!" She yelped, jumping from her spot not noticing someone had been by the door. What stunned her was the fact the person was the same man from that morning.

"L-Loki?" She stuttered, hoping she was pronouncing it right.

"Your smile tells me something pleasing has occurred for you." He inquired, tilting his head.

"Uhh, sure has- How did you know I was here?" She asked, her smile falling into one of confusion.

Loki did his little finger trick and her card she had handed him appeared. "Oh, right- Sorry. Forgot how much of my information is on that card. Good thing my address isn't on there." She joked, with a nervous chuckle.

"Is there something I can help you with? Did that man actually try to sue you?" Charlotte asked.

"Hardly the thought." He told. "I ask for a favor."

"Favor?"

"Might we discuss it over lunch?" He motioned to the office. "I hear you're on break."