Dirty Cop

Chapter 3

I don't remember all that much afterwards. My head swam with so many different emotions that it actually made me dizzy.

But, next thing I knew, I'm being dragged out of a car. That must've been a very long car ride, because, even though my head was covered, I could still tell it was dark outside.

When my hands were untied and the cloth was finally removed, I saw that I was in a tiny run-down room with only a small bed in the corner.

No windows.

No source of ventilation.

I turned and glared up at Grimmjow who had closed the door behind him.

"Why did you guys take me with you?" I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest to seem somewhat intimidating, but that was utterly pointless, since he was the one with the deadly weapon hidden in his coat.

He shrugged his shoulders and leaned back against the door, looking all cool and sexy with that smirk of his.

Fuck you!

"So what happens now? Do you guys just leave me here to starve or are you going to use me for experiments or some shit?" I asked, half-joking, half-serious.

Grimmjow scratched his chin in thought as he eyed me with a raised brow.

"Ya've got some imagination there, kid. Look, if the boss thinks ya might be useful then we 'aint gonna kill ya or anythin'. But Szayel would be more than happy ta test some drugs on ya if yer inta that kinda shit." When he saw my shocked/frightened look he quickly added, "But dun worry, I won't let 'im."

I don't know why my body decided to relax at that, but my brain was too busy going haywire to really care.

"I…"

Grimmjow blinked when I didn't finish my sentence and he seemed rather stupefied when I suddenly crumbled to the floor and started sobbing, my eyes grew hazy with unshed tears. He looked utterly lost at how to react to my sudden breakdown; he even seemed to be borderline panicking.

"I didn't even get to fire my gun." I griped pitifully.

I could've protected them.

I could've stopped them from getting hurt if I had just paid more attention!

And I'm never ever letting Shirosaki take another goddamn nap!

I curled myself into a tight ball and covered my face with my arms as the memory of Byakuya, Renji, and Rukia's bloody bodies surfaced to the very front of my mind, and a whimper raked through my body as I tried not to think about it.

I don't know how long I cried on that old wooden floor, but after a while I began to feel myself dozing off. Then I felt long, strong fingers rake through my hair. I didn't struggle when I was pulled up into a warm lap. I turned a bit to bury my face where neck met shoulder and I breathed in the spicy scent that kinda reminded me of Big Red gum.

I knew this was wrong.

This guy pretty much kidnapped me for christ sake!

But… I haven't felt this frightened and helpless since my mother died, and I was willing to soak in as much comfort as I could get from him.

He didn't say anything the whole time.

Not that I could blame him… he probably had no idea what to say.

But just feeling his pulse beating against my cheek and the heat that radiated off of him was enough to calm me down.

"Do… Do you think they're alive?" I whispered, not really expecting an answer.

"… Ya talkin' 'bout those cops?" He asked and I could feel his deep voice vibrating within his chest. I nodded a little, and I gripped his shirt tightly when his body stiffened. "Why? They friends a' yours?" He grumbled, and I only nodded again in reply. He sighed, but his body remained stiff as he answered. "Yea… I think they're fine. 'specially tha' black-haired dude. He wasn't 'bout ta give ya up without a fight." He chuckled when he felt me smile against him.

"Yea…"

It didn't really even occur to me until much, much later that I could've easily snatched the gun from his coat and killed him then.

But my mind was too far away at that point in time for me to think of doing something like that.

It went quiet again and I gradually fell asleep to Grimmjow's breathing.

Waking up was a slow and sluggish process. My mouth felt very dry (which wasn't a surprise, since I usually sleep with my mouth open) and my whole body felt heavy. I didn't even open my eyes until I felt awake enough, and once I did—my whole vision was obscured with… leather?

I blinked slowly and let my gaze travel upward until it settled on a head of light blue hair and a smirking face. A groan erupted from my parched throat when everything suddenly seemed to click together in my memory-bank.

Gawd… Had I really been so pathetic as to seek console from this asshole? Was I really so pitifully desperate for this… jerk's comfort?

I slowly turned until I could look around… and would you look at that—we're still in the tiny room.

The only thing different from when I had passed out was that we were lying in the tiny bed instead of the floor and I was… clinging to the jerk's waist!

Disgusted with myself, I quickly released him and sat up so that I could glare down at him.

"You…" I snarled, which only made him grin like an idiot.

"Me."

Oh real mature comeback, lame-ass.

"Why am I here?" I asked bitterly, a scowl set on my face.

My only answer was a shrug. I had to resist the urge to punch him.

"Okay… Then why are you here? I'm pretty sure you would rather be somewhere else than here babysitting me."

He looked over at me with narrowed eyes and I shivered slightly at the intensity behind those sapphire colored pools.

"Well… Boss told me ta keep an eye on ya, but I thought ya could use some company in case ya decided ta break down again." He smirked victoriously at that, and I was so very close to wringing his pale, thick, smooth, long... woah! Wait a second. Get your damn mind out of the gutters Kurosaki!

I snarled at him and quickly jumped out of the bed, only to pace around the room like a caged animal.

He seemed to find that amusing, because he was fucking grinning again.

"I'm gonna carve that smile right off your face if you don't quit it." I snapped, but I kept my head locked forward, only daring to watch him in my peripheral vision.

I was satisfied to notice that his smirk faltered for a second, but then it came back full force as he leaned back casually.

"Oh really? A kid like you couldn't even lay a finger on me." He goaded tauntingly, and I'm ashamed to admit that I was about to take the bait, but I quickly corrected myself and continued pacing.

He seemed a little disappointed at that.

Good.

I jumped and froze completely when there was a knock at the door.

"Hey! Pizzas 'ere!" A male's voice called from the other side of the door.

"'kay! Be righ' there!" Grimmjow called back before standing up. I stood my ground stubbornly as he walked forward.

Was he always a head taller than me?

I didn't really notice until he was standing right in front of me (and without a gun in his hand to distract me).

He gently gripped my chin between his fingers and brought his face so close to mine that I could feel his warm breath against my cheek.

"I'll bring ya some pizza… an' ya must be thirsty. Like Sprite?"

I felt myself blush a little when his lips pressed against my temple and then he leisurely slid a hand down my side to rest at my hip. I couldn't believe that this jerk was actually being all nice… As if he was my lover instead of my kidnapper.

It was actually really sweet.

So I bit down on his chin.

His immediate reaction was to jerk back and step away from my personal bubble.

I smirked playfully before saying, "Yes I do."

To my surprise he actually laughed heartily (like an actual human laugh that I never thought I'd hear from a criminal) before walking past me and out of the door.

I sighed as the door shut and the unmistakable sound of a lock sliding in place made me twitch.

Honestly, it didn't bother me that I was kidnapped. I didn't care what happened to me… But it was killing me to not know if Renji and the others were okay. If I just knew if they were alive…

Well don't get me wrong—I'm not going to just go along with these fuckers like a good dog and roll over, but I was much happier knowing that I was the one here and not one of my friends.

I kicked at the dust on the floor and looked down, just now realizing that I was still wearing my sneakers and outfit from yesterday.

Well that's a relief. At least I know that the jerk didn't strip me in my sleep or something…

Just as I sat down on the bed, the door opened again and in walked said jerk with pizza and beverages in hand.

"'Ere ya go." He grumbled, handing me a slice and then the can of sprite.

I took them without a word and we both finished relatively fast.

About two minutes later we were lying back down on the bed, but I was smart enough to leave as much space between us as the tiny bed would allow. I was even tempted to just lie on the floor, but I decided against having a stiff back afterwards.

It was silent for a while, and it was driving me nuts, so I was about to ask the first thing that flew out of my big mouth—but he beat me to it.

"I don't wanna be 'ere as much as ya do, y'know…" His voice was so soft that I had trouble hearing him, but I did, and what he said made me blink and scrunch my face in confusion.

"Then why are you here?"

He was quiet, and for a second I thought that maybe he didn't hear me but then he turned his head and gave me this tortured look, as if he'd been through hell and back.

"Tell me." I prompted while tugging at his coat, truly curious.

"They… I…" He was struggling to find words, as if he honestly didn't expect me to want to know anything about him. I kept silent as I waited for him to continue. "… Let's jus' say tha'… If I don't do wha' they tell me… then they'll kill my lil' sis'." He whispered, the tortured look disappearing into this emotionless mask that I've seen too many times on Byakuya.

To get rid of the mask I quickly flicked his forehead.

It actually worked.

He narrowed his eyes at me and sniffed.

"Why didn't you go to the police?" I asked. If he had come to me then I would've been more than happy to help.

"Tch. I tried once, but those bastards didn't wanna hear any of it. As soon as they figured out tha' I was inta some crazy shit they wanted ta arrest me." His face set into a snarl and his fists clenched, as if those cops were in front of him right now. I tugged at his hair gently to help calm him down. "And I didn't wanna risk goin' again, in case the boss found out…"

"What's your sister's name?" I asked, trying to lead the conversation somewhere else, but still keep to the same subject.

His blue eyes looked away from me and he seemed like he wasn't going to tell me but then he just shrugged and said, "Nelliel…. Ow! Fuck!" He yelped as my grip on his hair tightened painfully, but I couldn't really control my body at the moment. It was frozen—as if someone had just dumped a whole truckload of ice cold water on me.

"N-Nel…?" I choked out, and I couldn't help but see this man in a different light now.

He wasn't the jerkoff who had threatened to shoot my dick off… he was the cute older brother of my best friend.

"She never mentioned that she had a brother…" I smiled lightly at his shocked face, but then I yelped in surprise when he was suddenly on top of me with this scary look on his face.

"How do ya know her?" He growled, his voice turning deathly serious.

"She's been my best friend since high school."

I blinked when he suddenly sagged onto my body with his face buried against my shoulder. My brow furrowed into a scowl but then it disappeared when his whole body began to shake with laughter.

"What the—" I was cut off when he sat up so he could stare down at me with this huge smile, which I found rather attractive on him.

"You're Ichigo Kurosaki? Man… what a small fuckin' world!"

He laughed again, and I had to stop myself from pushing him off when his legs kept rubbing against mine. It was creating a friction that I really didn't need right now.

"She's told you about me?" I mumbled instead as I looked to the side so I didn't have to see his jerkish face.

"Only all the damn time. She neva shuts up 'bout ya. I actually thought ya guys were goin' out or somethin', but now tha' I've met ya I know tha' can't be true." He chuckled, but I kept my head stubbornly turned to the side, my eyes trying to poke holes in the wall.

"And why do you say that?" I retorted.

"Because you're a cocksucker."

I opened my mouth to shout, or curse, or even snarl at him, but all that came out was a choked gasp when he bit down on the side of my neck.

I whined when he rolled his hips up so that it rubbed against my own.

You know… In my defense… I really did try to get him off. Truly, I did.

I even bit him again!

But I pretty much went limp when he took his hand and rubbed it against my traitorous dick. My hips bucked instinctively when he squeezed and I growled when he bit down harder on my neck. He sucked the sensitive skin into his mouth greedily and I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head.

My hands reached up blindly and gripped the back of his coat as if it were the only thing keeping me together. I pulled down to press him flush against me.

He growled deep within his chest, causing a cavernous hunger to crawl around inside me, I could almost feel the animalistic urge which screamed at him to take me. I had to admit that I liked it…

Okay—I really liked it.

He released my neck slowly and I couldn't help but tilt my head back as he slid his tongue up the front of my throat.

Holy-fucking-christ.

I could feel his smirk molding against my skin and I couldn't help but smirk back when he started to tease my pants open. I reached up and placed my hands on his hard chest, letting my fingers tease his nipples through the thin material of his shirt.

He growled and I could feel his muscles twitching as my hands continued to roam.

My inner alarm-system finally decided to kick in when the gun inside his coat dug into my chest. My eyes widened in realization and I quickly unraveled my legs from his strong waist to kick him off. Once he hit the floor with a hard 'thud' I sat up, buttoned my pants, and shifted until my back hit the wall.

"No.. no no no no! Bad! BAD! Very, very bad!" I'm not sure if I was chastising myself or the jerk on the floor. Either way, they both deserved it!

I really have to stop thinking with my dick.

He looked a little disappointed about being kicked off, but we… I shouldn't have even let that happen!

Damn you body!

Damn you to hell!

As soon as he sat up, he turned his head and scowled at me, but before I could kick in his face, the door opened, revealing that really tall guy with the eyepatch.

Man… I'm still scared that he might recognize me and cut out both my eyes for revenge.

"C'mon, we gotta go. The boss wants us back at the base, so we'll be in the car. Bring the kid with ya." He grumbled before disappearing.

Grimmjow cursed under his breath, but sighed and got up so he could grab me.

"No! Leggo!" I hissed as he curled me up into his arms. I squirmed and pushed at his chest to try and get him to release me, but his arms were like made of steel or something, they just wouldn't budge.

Fuck. My. Life.

I crossed my arms and stuck out my bottom lip in disappointment.

Some people would call this pouting… But I'd like to think of it as angtsy-brooding-of-manliness.

So shuttup.

As soon as we were out the door and in the hallway, I was suddenly graced with a brilliant idea, but I waited a few minutes before liberating my diabolical plan.

Once we were about halfway down the hall, I quickly took his face in my hands and leaned up until my lips came in contact with the very corner of his dry ones. I made sure not to actually put my lips fully onto his, because I haven't had my first real kiss (surprising right?) and I didn't want that to be taken by some jerk.

His deep blue eyes widened and he instantly stopped walking, but I kept still until I started to feel him relax.

As soon as his grip loosened ever so slightly, I was out of his arms in the blink of an eye.

I didn't even look back to see if he was chasing me, I just kept running. I skidded to a halt when the hall abruptly stopped and I came face to face with an upstairs and a downstairs. I went to go downstairs, but froze when I saw that the freaky tall dude was coming up. Our eyes locked and I panicked when he reached back for his gun.

FUCK!

I twirled around and went to run back down the hall and into another room, but I skidded to a halt once again when I saw a pissed off Grimmjow not too far away.

Not knowing where else to go or what else to do, I turned and began climbing up the stairs, three steps at a time. Once I came to the door at the top, I kicked it open, and I was momentarily blinded by harsh sunlight. I stumbled forward until I reached a ledge and gripped the concrete railing as I waited for my eyes to adjust.

The first thing I saw when I looked down was the empty street and sidewalk which was more than a few stories below.

Wait… I know this place.

I brought my gaze up slightly and my eyes widened when I saw the Kurosaki Clinic.

Even though I was so high up, I still recognized my dad's stupid head as he leaned against a wall by the entrance to the clinic. And I could've sworn that I saw him smoking, but I couldn't tell for sure.

"DAD!" I shouted desperately, hoping that he could hear me. "DAD UP HERE! I'M RI—"

A frustrated growl tore through my throat when a hand clamped onto my mouth (again) and an arm wrapped around my middle, dragging me backwards and out of sight.

"Listen, Ichigo—" I heard Grimmjow's voice whisper against my ear. I whimpered in slight panic when he pushed me down to the ground and straddled me, his hand still pressed down on my mouth. "—I don't wanna see ya get hurt, but dammit, if ya keep this up, then the boss is gonna put a bullet in yer dumb head." He whispered urgently, and he genuinely seemed worried about me.

I roughly shook my head until he finally removed his hand.

"I don't give a flying fuck what your boss does!" I growled and I tried to struggle away from him but I froze when he kissed me.

His lips weren't as dry this time and I couldn't stop myself from opening up when his tongue began prodding against my teeth.

While I was distracted by his mind-blowing kiss, I didn't notice as he pulled out some handcuffs until he placed them on my wrists.

DAMMIT!

He used my own fucking trick against me!

That's so not cool.

I hissed at him and bit down on his tongue, but he didn't seem to mind. In fact, I think the jerk liked that.

When he lifted his head, I was finally able to get a good look at his expression.

I was shocked to see that he was upset.

"Then what'll I tell Nel if ya died right in front o' me, and I didn't do a damn thing ta stop it?"

I… didn't know what to say to that.

I mean, what could you say?

"Fine. Whatever…" I finally grumbled, and blushed a little when I felt his lips again, but this time they were smiling. "Fucker." I growled against his mouth, but he only laughed before attacking me with his tongue… again.

What a way to get your first kiss, right?