Dirty Cop
Chapter 2
Knowing my partner, he's probably in the parking lot now, snoozing in our cruiser.
When I weaved my way to said car, I chuckled when I was proven correct.
He was fast asleep in the backseat.
I never really knew how he could nap in such a cramped place, but he'd always found a way, and I swear he could sleep through the apocalypse.
But he would always pull through for me in the end…
I felt a smirk pull on my lips when my childish/immature side poked around inside me teasingly. I bit my bottom lip to silence the snicker that bubbled from my throat and quietly opened the door.
Silent and stealthy as a fox, I quickly retrieved the small sharpie that I always carry around in my pocket before I slowly climbed in until I was hovering above his prone form. My left foot was planted on the floor of the car, beside the metal divider, while my right knee rested on the other side of him.
I was practically straddling him, but I knew that he wouldn't really care.
You know… Now that I think back on this—I should've just opened the door closest to his head…
But it's too late now.
Just as my sharpie was about to mark his extremely pale skin, his eyes snapped open and this huge smirk split across his face, golden irises burning straight into mine.
"Shit!" I cursed and I dropped the sharpie onto the floor as I tried to jump out of the car, but strong, pale arms kept me right where I was.
Seriously, just fuck my life right now.
"'Ello, Ichi-baby. Long time no see, ya?" He giggled that strange little laugh of his, and I smacked his forehead.
"Don't call me that! And release me this instant!" I shouted. He grinned when I sat up as straight as I could without bumping my head against the roof of the car and glared down at him with a pout.
He seemed to contemplate what I said for a moment, his lips tightening in thought before he finally replied, "Nah… Don't think I will…"
I cursed and tried to pry his arms away from me, but my whole body froze when he suddenly decided to grind his hips up, making his accursed dick rub against my ass.
"How many times have I told you not to do that…?" I growled.
"Hmmm…. Thirty-six. If, of course, ya don't count the threats ta cut my balls off." He joked, and I, to my growing stupidity, actually tried to go back in time to count and check if it actually was the thirty-sixth time I've said that.
I shouldn't have done that, because while I was distracted, he flipped us so that I was pinned beneath him.
"You jackass! Let me go!" I shouted as I kicked out my legs, but it was useless since they were on either side of him and I didn't have enough room to struggle in the limited space.
I winced slightly when he pressed his body flush against me, causing my gun to dig into my back uncomfortably.
"No." He growled playfully as he began nipping at my neck.
Dammit!
I fought the instinct to arch my back and moan when he teased my skin with that sinful tongue of his.
Why does he have to know all my weakspots?
I struggled half-heartedly and attempted to pull my wrists from his grasp, but my whole body decided to go limp when he blew on the spot right behind my ear.
"That's it, Ichi-baby, jus' let yourself go." He whispered wickedly and my eyes practically rolled to the back of my head when he sucked at the skin right below my Adams apple and rubbed near my hipbone at the same time.
My breath hitched when his fingers ghosted over the front of my jeans. He gave a particularly hard nip to the spot right below my chin when I threw my head back.
Was he trying to kill me?
"L-let gooo—ah!" I tried again, but he chose that moment to un-tuck my shirt and lift it until my nipples were exposed. "Asshole!" I hissed through my teeth when he blew cold air across my naked chest, making said nipples tighten until they were nice and perky. The jackass even flicked one of them, making my arms instinctively tug down on his shoulders to try and push him off.
"Shirosaki! The hell're you doing to poor Ichi!"
Honestly… I didn't know if I should groan in disappointment or shout happily for being rescued.
I chose the latter when I spotted the familiar head of long, sea-green hair.
"Nel! Save me from the rapist!" I shouted with a laugh as I felt Shiro being pulled off of me. I sat up, tugged my shirt back down, and grinned at my friend when she deposited my attacker on the ground none too gently.
"Ya can't call it rape if ya're willin'!" I heard him shout from the ground, making me roll my eyes.
I quickly grabbed my sharpie and wiggled my way out of the cruiser to give Nelliel a big bear-hug.
Hugging her had been really awkward when we first met in high school, due to the fact that she was always so much taller than me, and most times I would find my whole face buried against her large, squishy breasts, but it didn't really bother me anymore since we're about the same height now.
"What're you doing here?" I asked curiously as I helped Shirosaki back to his feet. I lifted my hand to rub away a smudge of dirt which was marring his porcelain-white face. Nel giggled when Shiro scrunched up his face in annoyance at being treated like a little kid.
"Well, I thought I'd bring you something nice to eat, since you've been stuck behind that desk for a while, and I know you don't like to cook a lot." She said with a cute blush covering her cheeks, and I blinked when she offered me a bag. I could already smell the food, and my mouth began to water.
"Mmm~ It smells delicious! Thank you Nel." I said and gave her another hug, making sure not to crush the food though. "But I might not be able to eat it until a little later, because I'm about to go out on an assignment with Shiro." I offered her a lopsided grin at her pouting face, which helped cheer her up, if only a little.
"Oh yea… forgot abou' tha'…" My partner grumbled beside me.
I happily waved off Nel as she walked back to her car before turning towards the pale man.
"So what's the job?"
20 minutes later found me in this stupid little bank, which practically no one ever used anymore.
Shirosaki had explained that Byakuya received an anonymous call telling us that a bunch of people were going to rob the bank, and that we have reason to believe that Aizen is behind it.
I scoffed under my breath at that.
Aizen, the almighty criminal with a god-complex, wouldn't even spare this dingy little place a passing glance, let alone go out of his way to rob it.
I mean… The place wasn't that bad. It was tidy and run decently, but it was probably the smallest bank in all of Karakura, and the employees kind of sucked. Or should I say employee. There was only one person standing behind the counter, and the security guy I'd seen walking around before had left, apparently.
But, then again, Aizen always had his reasons for doing things. Maybe there was something special about this place.
I sighed and shifted in my seat as I absently turned a page in my book, while trying to act inconspicuous.
Shirosaki had decided a few minutes prior that he should go keep lookout from the car… Which was jerkanese for, 'I'm gonna go take a nap. So you stay here and rot for all I care'.
That was actually good, because, if something does go down, I can kick some criminal ass, and then take all the credit. And Byakuya will have no choice but to give me back my badge and uniform.
I smirked at the thought and turned a page in the book (not really reading any of the words) as I imagined Mr. Prick's shocked expression.
I snapped my eyes up from the book when I heard the doors open and my brow rose when I took a good look at the guy who walked in.
The very first thing I noticed (well, I'm pretty sure that it would be the first thing anyone would notice) was his sky-blue hair. Yes blue. The tresses looked unruly, yet somewhat tamed as the top of his hair spiked up and then curled down near the front. I would've bet money that that wasn't his natural hair color and that he had to be wearing some sort of hair-cement for it to stay up like that. There were also three long, thin bangs which swayed in front of his deep blue eyes.
I blinked when he began walking towards the small line of people at the front desk, and I couldn't stop my gaze from wandering downward.
Well damn~!
Even through the large t-shirt and coat you could easily tell that he was well-built. And those baggy jeans did nothing to hide the fact that this guy could probably out-kick Leonidas from the movie '300'.
I had to choke back a laugh at the mental image.
Shrugging, I was about to continue pretend-reading when I noticed that the guy was eyeing me up and down as well. My lips immediately curled up into a snarl when I noticed the hint of lust that appeared in those eyes.
I could recognize that look anywhere, because I had received it multiple times (mostly from a certain pale-skinned partner of mine).
When his eyes locked with mine, he had the audacityto wink at me.
My immediate reaction was to flip him the bird, but he only grinned at that.
Apparently he likes it when people play hard to get. But it didn't matter how incredibly sexy this guy was—I was on a mission dammit!
Speaking of which, I really need to start paying closer attention to my surroundings.
I narrowed my eyes when I finally noticed the way he was leaning slightly to his right and the hand gripping his coat was twitching slightly in anticipation, as if he was getting ready for something.
Wait… Was this guy…?
My thoughts trailed off when I saw that he was next in line. He frowned when he had to turn away from me and face the banker. However, instead of just talking to the banker, he swiftly pulled a gun from his coat and pointed it right between the poor woman's eyes.
I immediately jumped to my feet, letting the book drop from my hands and onto the floor as everyone else gasped and backed away from the guy. I scowled when he turned to face us, but I didn't dare move in case he decided to pull the trigger.
"If any of ya move a muscle then I'm gonna fire a hole right through this woman's head!" The guy snapped, his eyes turning dark and his voice harsh and feral.
A couple standing beside me cowered away from the man. A woman whimpered as she clung to her husband, which made me glare even harder at the jerk.
"Now, I'm sure ya've all noticed tha' this is a stickup, so what I wan' all o' ya ta do is slowly pull out your cellphones and slide 'em over." He ordered, but when everyone hesitated to move, he harshly smacked the banker woman with the butt of his gun, making her cry out. He then quickly pulled her over the desk by her blouse and threw her to the floor. "Do it now!" He barked out as he pointed the gun back at her tear-stained face.
Not knowing what else to do in their panicked state, the people took out their cellphones and slid them forward until they were right by the man's feet. I was the last one to reach into my pocket, and I was tempted to pull out my own gun on him, but I knew that that would only cause more trouble.
Once my phone was with the others, the man finally pulled out his own cell.
It was silent, save for the quiet beeps as he entered some phone-number. I tried to figure out what numbers he was dialing, but the guy pressed them too fast.
Everyone waited with bated breath as he pressed the phone to his ear and kept a close watch on us with hawk-like eyes.
"Clear." Was all he said before hanging up with a quiet 'snap'. He then dropped the phone to the ground and stomped on it until it was nothing but a pile of plastic pieces. Not even the finest forensics would be able to get anything from that cell phone now.
Where the fuck was Shirosaki when you needed him!
"Now listen up, 'cause I'm only gonna say this once! I want all o' ya ta line up on that wall!" He ordered sharply while pointing over to the side of the bank which didn't have any windows or doors. Everyone quickly scrambled over to the wall and fearfully pressed their backs to it. I also pretended to be scared, because I had to act the part, or he might figure out that I'm a cop.
Once we were where he wanted us, he pulled the banker up by her hair and dragged her over until she was against the wall as well. An older woman standing beside her tried to comfort the sniffling girl, but the jerk quickly stopped them with a dark glare.
Keeping his gun up threateningly, he slowly walked down the line of people, but, unfortunately, he came to a stop in front of me.
My lips automatically formed into another snarl as I felt the barrel of his black gun slide down my cheek softly, the familiar feel of cold metal making me tense.
"Got a name?" The guy asked with a flirtatious smirk, which, normally, would've made me blush or some shit, but, under the circumstances, it only made me glare heatedly. "C'mon. There's gotta be a good name ta go along with tha' pretty face of yours." He whispered against my cheek where his gun just was. I kept my lips sealed shut, even as he circled the weapon around my navel teasingly. "You should tell me." He said and his voice no longer held that enticing quality—instead, it grew deep and dangerous, and I hate to admit that I kinda liked it.
When I still didn't answer him, he took the gun and pressed it to my… Jewels. To say I was scared would be an understatement.
I don't care how strong a dude is—if a Colt Delta Elite is pointing straight at their 'gonads' then they'd be scared shitless. But, for some idiotic reason, I didn't open my mouth.
He frowned when I still refused to answer him and he looked like he was about to fire my dick off, but he froze when a dark voice came from behind him.
"What have I told you about flirting with the hostages, Grimmjow?"
Holy shit, when did they get in here?
The blue-haired man, now known as Grimmjow, turned to face the five people standing before us.
Four of the people were men.
The woman was about as tall as Nel with long golden hair and dark, tanned skin. Her deep blue eyes were half lidded with boredom.
One of the men I actually recognized. He was extremely tall with straight black hair that looked almost greasy and he wore an eye patch over his left eye... the eye that I actually blew off during that little incident that cost me my badge.
I hoped to whatever god there was that he didn't recognize me.
The next guy was much shorter than him, with softer looking ink-black hair, and he had on this emotionless expression that would put even Byakuya to shame.
I tried not to scoff when I noticed that the next guy had bright pink hair and white framed glasses. He looked slightly amused with this whole situation, and that didn't sit well for me.
Now… The last guy, and the one who had spoken was none other than Sousuke Aizen. His chestnut brown hair was slicked back, save for one bang that hung in his face—which I could only describe as some kind of bitch-curl. He also looked as pompous and arrogant as people have described.
I'd never really met the guy, nor have I seen him in real life before now, but one thing's for sure, my whole body was aching to beat him to a bloody pulp.
"Whatever. What do ya wanna do next?" Grimmjow grumbled before putting his gun back in the depths of his coat.
Aizen smiled calmly as he looked at the line of frightened people before answering.
"Hallibel. Nnoitra. Szayel. Go in the back and get things started. If you see anybody else... Shoot them."
The woman, the tall one, and the bubblegum haired freak turned and started towards the hallway in the back, which obviously led to the vault.
"Ulquiorra, take a hostage with you and follow me," He turned towards the blue-haired man before continuing, "And Grimmjow, you stay here and keep an eye on the others." Then he disappeared.
I felt my blood run cold when blank, emerald eyes immediately turned towards me.
Where the hell is Shiro!
Ulquiorra walked forward calmly and reached out to grab hold of my arm.
Fuck this!
Using all my police training, I swiftly dodged his pale hand and grabbed hold of his arm in order to twist it and flip him onto his back. He didn't even wince when his back collided with the hard tiled floor. I was impressed…
Without missing a beat, I straddled his chest and used my knees to pin his arms down. I was just about to pull out my own pistol (my hand was on it and everything!) but someone else's hands quickly grabbed hold of my wrists, making me lose the grip on my baby.
I was then roughly pulled to my feet and away from Ulquiorra.
"Fiesty one 'aint ya?" The blue-haired jerk whispered in my right ear and I shivered when his hot breath ghosted over the spot behind my ear.
Damn my body! Damn it to hell!
The green eyed man smoothly stood back up and dusted off his sickeningly clean pants before bending down to pick up my precious Semi-Automatic. He inspected it with cold eyes before looking over at me suspiciously.
I glared at the man but stopped when I felt one of his freezing hands wrap firmly around my throat, pinning me to Grimmjow's strong body. I wheezed slightly as his grip tightened, but his face remained expressionless.
"Grimmjow, check him for a badge." He ordered coolly and I tried to wriggle out of their grip, but it was no use.
"Ya think he's a cop?" Grimmjow asked incredulously as he began patting around my body for any more hidden weapons or a wallet that would have my badge in it.
To my frustration he paid a little too much attention to my ass. He even reached into my back pockets and squeezed my cheeks, making me blush and growl warningly.
Now I was kind of glad that Byakuya had decided to not give me my badge yet, because all Grimmjow found was my sharpie and wallet (which only held my license, a picture of my deceased mother, and a few quarters).
"I dun think he's an officer. He doesn't 'ave any sorta badge or anythin'." He grumbled, and Ulquiorra was silent for a few seconds before finally releasing my throat. I was about to start struggling again, but Grimmjow had me successfully fastened against him.
Just as they were going to start dragging me to where Aizen was, the doors slammed open and in came three people.
"Drop your weapons!"
It was Byakuya who spoke, and I was surprised to see him, Renji, and Rukia all standing there, looking rather pissed.
Fuck you guys!
I'm gonna kill you for not getting here sooner!
And… WHERE THE FUCK IS SHIRO!
Unfortunately though, Ulquiorra now had two guns in his possession and Grimmjow was holding his gun to my temple—so I think we're pretty much screwed as far as leverage goes…
"How about ya drop your weapons, and I won't 'ave ta kill him!" The jerk snarled back and pressed the weapon against my skin until I was sure there would be a bruise there. "It would be such a waste~" He whispered so only I could hear, and then he snuck his tongue out so he could drag the very tip of it around the edge of my ear.
Oh gawd, if he wasn't a fucking criminal then I'd pounce on him right now.
Wait… forget I said that!
Byakuya and Renji both looked like they were about to back down, and even Rukia's icy glare faltered.
"Don't you dare!" I shouted with a snarl. "You gu—" Grimmjow quickly silenced me by placing his large hand over my mouth.
"I would do as he says… unless of course you want to see the boy's brains splattered all over the floor. It wouldn't bother us—we still have plenty of hostages left." Ulquiorra shrugged, both of his guns pointed towards the policemen. (well actually, one of those guns were MINE!)
"Dammit." Renji was the first to give in and slide his gun away.
Rukia was next.
Byakuya, however, kept his gun pointed right at Grimmjow, and I was shocked to see that he wasn't about to let up so easily.
I'll have to thank him for that later.
"I'm not going to ask again…" Byakuya started, his voice laced with venom. "Release him!"
It was silent now as both sides eyed each other, deciding what exactly to do next.
I felt my eyes go wide when I saw Aizen's other three lackeys walk silently up behind my friends, weapons out and ready to kill.
I struggled furiously and was finally able to pry Grimmjow's hand away enough for me to scream "LOOK OUT!" But I was too late, Renji and Rukia fell to the ground, blood seeping from the gunshot wounds in their sides and staining their uniforms.
Fuck!
Weren't they supposed to be wearing their bulletproof vests!
Were the bullets specially designed to go through those?
Byakuya growled and quickly turned around, blood flying from the gash in his left arm as he shot his gun off twice, catching Nnoitra in the gut and Hallibel in the shoulder before Ulquiorra and Szayel shot off their guns at the same time.
Byakuya collapsed to the ground, bleeding from several parts of his body and groaning in pain.
My eyes dilated with horror and by then I was screaming bloody murder behind Grimmjow's hand and struggling with all my might to get free. I felt tears of frustration prickling behind my eyelids, but none of the tears actually fell, not even as Byakuya's dark eyes locked with mine. I was shocked to see so much emotion swimming in his normally cold gaze.
"More police are on their way. We have what we came for, so let's go." Aizen explained as he placed a small bag in his pocket and walked towards us, not even bothering to avoid the puddle of blood that was forming from my injured friends.
"Mmphf," Was all that could be heard as I cursed at the man.
Aizen paused in front of me on his way out and he slowly looked me up and down with a raised brow before smiling and saying, "Bring him with us."
I could practically see Grimmjow's internal happy-dance at that as he began pushing me forward.
I was able to take one last look at my friends before my head was covered in black cloth and my world went dark.