"Where in the bloody hell is she? That damn thief is probably steeling more fish by the second." I ranted. All day cleaning the fish, gutting the fish, cutting heads off fish, just to do it all over again because of a selfish robber. Why did i even get into this job? At least it gives me an excuse to be by the water all day. I never could understand what it is about the sea i liked so much. It sure as hell wasn't the fish. Maybe it's because its a lovely view. Or because it will always be there, right under me- unlike people.
"She should have been here by n- Jesus Killian, how many times have you been reminded to wear the proper clothing for this type of work? Jeans and a t-shirt just won't cut it. And really? Leather boots?" Eric said, annoyed.
" Awe calm down mate, i guess i just simply forgot. And i always quite fancied leather." I admitted while throwing (yet another) fish with the others. I didn't really know why i never followed the dress code. Something about following the rules made me feel uneasy.
"Sorry I"m late. Slept in." And there she was. Somewhere between looking up at her, and almost cutting my hand off - I forgot how to speak. It was my bad hand too. Why did she have this affect on me? Damn, now my hands are shaking. I hid them in my pants pockets, hoping she wouldn't notice.
" Well, that's quite a first impression sheriff. Sleeping in? That's quite bad form, really." I let the first sentence run off my tongue before i could stop myself. The first impression i got was quite overwhelming. Her lovely long blonde her waving down her back. The stubborn look on her face. The way she held herself together not quite like a normal lady would. Dammit I'm staring.
"Ya well sadly i had no control over it," Emma sarcastically said, with a slight smile on her lips. "Now where was the fish stolen from?" She asked, more serious now.
"Right over here by the boats." Eric pronounced, leading us to the end of the docks. I followed close behind the sheriff, not really knowing why. It felt natural to be with her. As we approached the boat, she couched down to see the evidence.
" Who the hell is that desperate enough to steal fish? Especially our fish. Smells like death." I spoke honestly, leaning on the boat. Usually a line like that would make a lady giggle. Not Emma. That made me want to try even more. She was different.
" Maybe it's not the fish that smell like death." Emma reported with a pat on my shoulder. It made me grin even more.
"Tough lass you are," I said with a laugh. "How 'bout a drink?" I said quietly, stepping slightly closer. I flashed the most charming smile i had. It was worth a shot.
" Really? We haven't even figured out who is stealing the fish and your already flirting?" Emma exasperatedly said.
" Well after we close the case, of corse. C'mon, keep up love." I uttered. She gave a little snort and shifted positions, thinking thoroughly. This is a good sign.
"Fine Jones." she narrated. My grin grew even bigger. " Only if you figure out who did this. See you later boys." and then she left. The amusement in my face fled. Eric gave a little laugh and walked off.
I immediately stalked back to the evidence.
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" A-Ha! You slimy bastard!" I bellowed with a smirk on my face. It was hours since the sheriff left, but between the high heel marks, and red hair dye, I gathered who it was. That lass who is alway hanging around the water. What was her name? Ariel- Ariella, yeah.
I dialed the number to the police station to gloat about how i solved the mystery. Mostly just because of that drink the lady promised me.
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Dammit
I just had to agree to that drink. I have to admit, i didn't expect him to solve the case. When he was bragging of his glory, I was smiling the whole time. This is why i was scared to go to the docks today. I knew he would win me over with his witty remarks.
If only i would have stayed home. Its not that i don't like the guy- it that i do. That the problem. I should be focused on my job; not guys.
Its only a drink though, right? We meet at the rabbit hole in two hours.
Eh, what the hell.
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