Title: It's a Date
Word Count: 542
Summary: [AU – 'We really need to stop meeting this way…' / 'Then how about tonight?' | Police!Mako. Firefighter!Korra. Makorra.]
Rating: K+
-.-
Mako tilts his chair back, resting his hand comfortably on his stomach. Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath, happy that he finally has some peace in his workload that never stops coming. Burglars, Muggers, Drunks – the list of criminals he's brought and booked in the station never seems to stop, and on top of that -
Weeeeooo Weeeeooo Weeeeooo Weeeooo!
-on top of that; there's this.
Footsteps shuffle. Someone slams their hands on Mako's desk as they slid to a stop.
"Mako! Come on! We gotta go!"
Mako groans, lifting his eyelids as groups are dispatched to their assigned counterparts. Picking his feet off the desk, he gets up and heads for his squad car. Sitting down in the passenger's side, he waves his hand forward.
"Let's get this over with."
-.-
The building is already surrounded by an assortment of trucks and vehicles, all blaring their lights red and blue. Mako gets out of his car and looks through the spaces of the vehicles to see the building. It's in good shape, not too much damage or need for alarm, and there doesn't seem to be anyone hurt. A trail of smoke exits from a window on the third story, the only evidence that there was ever any need for alarm, aside from all the trucks. Mako sighs, and leans against the squad car.
"Figures it was nothing…" he says, mostly to himself.
"There you are." Calls a voice.
Mako turns over to the right to see a blue uniformed girl step down from the fire truck's rigging. She walks over slowly, a faint grin coming from her face. She looks the same as ever. Mako takes a step forward in greeting, crossing his arms over his chest as he returns the light grin.
"Doesn't seem to be too much damage." He notes, nodding toward the building. "You're a fast worker, Korra."
"Well I can't take all the credit," she says, tilting her weight to the side, her gloved hand at her hip. "It wasn't even a real fire! Just someone's cooking gone bad."
"At least it didn't get any worse." Mako raises his chin. "I'd hate to have to go in there if you got into trouble."
"You wish." Korra laughs, and pokes her hand into his chest, right above his shinning police badge. "My guys wouldn't let you anywhere near the building."
Mako shrugs. "Well, I can still try, can't I?"
"Not on your life." She says, and she waves her hand playfully at him. "You just keep coming along with the ambulances in case anyone else is hurt. I'll be fine."
"Korra!" a voice calls from behind. "We're heading back!"
She sighs. "Gotta go, hot guy." She says, pulling her fingers in a small salute as she walks away. "Till next time."
"We should really stop meeting like this." Mako says, shaking his head and Korra stops for a moment, rubbing her hand on her chin.
"Well then, how about tonight?" she raises her eyebrows. "Narooks? 7 o'clock?"
He scratches at his neck before throwing his arms out to the sides with a smirk.
"I'll see you there." He says. "It'll be a date."
Korra smiles slyly before disappearing beyond the truck.
"Of course it will."
:Fin:
Just trying to get rid of a writing block at 11pm… Not sure what to think about this yet, just glad I wrote something. :/