Dirty Cops

Chapter 7

Ichigo's POV

3:00 pm

I fidgeted in front of Shiro's office, trying so hard not to twiddle my thumbs like a teenage girl who was gathering up the courage to admit that it was all her fault. Because that's what I may as well be—A stupid chick that doesn't know how to keep her legs shut and her mouth closed while she slept.

Pathetic.

And I absolutely hated Shirosaki for making me feel this way. I can't help how my body reacts! I can't just look down at my dick and scold it for going up whenever fucking Grimmjow pops into my head.

'Bad penis! No! You're only supposed to react around Shiro!'

Ha! That bastard wishes…

Sighing through my nose I glared at the door one last time before finally reaching for the handle, but it wouldn't budge.

Seriously? He locked me out?

What a drama-queen!

"Shiro!" I called through the wooden barrier, hoping that he wasn't asleep or something. "Let me in!"

"Why should I?" Was his immediate reply.

"Seriously? You're gonna make this into a high school drama-fest?" I didn't even try to hide the complete disbelief and slight mocking in my voice. Silence was the only thing that answered my question, so I rolled my eyes and went ahead and asked the question I dragged myself all the way over here for in the first place.

"Shiro… Can I go to the hospital?"

A few seconds later and I heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps and I waited patiently until they reached the door. The 'click' of the lock turning made me start fidgeting again, but then I nearly growled in frustration when he didn't open the door.

He was waiting for me to take that last step.

In a way that would be like me saying 'sorry'. Even though I had nothing to really apologize for!

I stood there stubbornly for a moment but then shrugged it off and tugged the door open roughly. My eyes instantly locked onto the asshole who was hiding behind said door. He was clad in his black and red suit—minus the jacket, showing off the two guns which were strapped snugly into the holsters over his chest. His white hair looked slightly grey and damp, like he'd just gotten out of the shower.

His white skin contrasted nicely against the blood red of the shirt and it made his golden eyes look more like a deep, molten orange.

I can admit he was stunning, but his personality killed anything good about him.

We stared each other down for a moment longer before he finally looked away with a frown.

"Why d'ya need to go ta the hospital? Ya hurt?" He peeked at me from the corner of his eyes, searching my body for any sort of injuries.

I shook my head and stepped closer to him so that I could close the door, giving us some privacy.

"I think you know why I want to go…"

Shirosaki pinched the bridge of his nose and massaged the skin in tiny circles.

"He's fine, Ichigo."

I glared at him as he turned away from me, as if the conversation had come to a close.

As if that one sentence would 'seal the deal'.

"I want to see him!" I snarled, taking a step forward in order to seem more threatening.

However, my rage recoiled and I took back the step I'd taken when he peered over his shoulder. Bitter rage boiled beneath his baleful gaze, and I almost had to look away, but I forced my eyes to stay locked with his.

"And why do ya wanna see him so badly? I thought 'e was a complete asshole ta you!" Shiro snapped, turning on his heel so that he could walk towards me.

I didn't back up anymore.

I stood my ground.

There we were, our snarling faces inches from each other, and I couldn't believe he was being such an asshole about this.

"Yeah. He is. But when my life was on the line, he finally showed me his true colors! He got shot to try and save me from your lackeys. He didn't just drop his weapon and give up—He fought for me, and I have to thank him for that… I just have to… I know you said he's fine, but I have a really bad feeling about this," I swallowed the lump that was building in my throat and looked away from Shiro to stare down at the ground. "I want to say goodbye…"

Shiro raised a brow at that and continued to stare at me for a moment before his frown deepened.

"I see… But if I let ya go, how do I know ya won't try to escape? Gimme a good enough reason ta let you go."

My first thought was, 'Didn't I just give him a good enough fucking reason?!'

But then it occurred to me that he might want a kiss. He's probably still pouting about the fact that he never got my first kiss. We've slept together a few times, but I've always told him that my lips were off limits.

Not that I really wanted Grimmjow, of all people, to have my one first kiss either! It felt right with him in the end though…

I hesitated for a moment, and then just decided to go for it.

Steeling myself, I moved forward, my lips outstretched in a kissy face.

Shiro's hand flew up and he grasped my jaw, keeping my lips frozen where they were—just barely touching his, but not quite kissing.

Shiro's lips brushed against mine as he spoke, "Ichigo…"

He only calls me by my name whenever we're being intimate, so just hearing him say that had my body heating up like some kind of trained dog.

I watched him with half-lidded eyes as he brought his face closer, but, instead of pressing his lips to mine, he placed them against my cheek, and then slowly moved until he could whisper his next sentence in my ear.

"What makes you think I want your sloppy seconds?"

What..?

I quickly shoved him away after the meaning finally sunk in.

What an asshole!

"You bastard! You're a complete dick! No-good jerk!"

He didn't seem at all fazed by my tantrum. All he did was walk back towards the door, stepping aside as he opened it. He didn't even look me in the eyes as he stood there, waiting for me to leave.

I stormed over to stand in front of him, trying to look him in the eye, but he only stared forward, as if I wasn't even there. I tried hard to read his expression, but his mind—which was normally easy for me to understand—was now a closed book.

Closed and locked up tight.

I huffed out a breath and quickly walked away. I didn't want to be around him anymore.

If a chance at having my first kiss was the only thing holding our friendship together—as broken and beaten-down as our friendship was… Then I want nothing more to do with him.

Don't get me wrong. I'll stay around to be his partner. A deal is a deal—and I wouldn't want Nel and Grimmjow to suffer because of me, but as far as sleeping in the same bed and even sex—no, especially sex—he'll be sorely mistaken if he thinks he's getting anything from me ever again!

TIME-SKIP: 1 hour of Ichigo throwing a fit

I stood there in the mess I'd created, still stewing in my rage. The dresser was overturned, its drawers scattered around, along with the clothing that used to be inside it. The bed had been flipped over so that it was leaning precariously against the bathroom's doorframe and the closet door had been kicked in and thrown out the window, shattering the glass and falling from the third story straight to the ground. I had already dragged Shiro's desk over to said window and once I had the first half of the desk sticking out the side of the building, the door opened.

Yeah. That's right! I didn't lock the door. Because I was hoping the asshole would come strolling in, only to find his room a complete disaster.

However, when I looked over, I was disappointed to see that it wasn't Shiro. It was Stark.

Sighing, I slowly put down the part of the desk I was holding and then turned towards my guest—I mean bodyguard—no, I mean prison warden—or would jailer be better—Nah, I guess bodyguard will have to do.

"Whada you, want? Does 'is highness think I'm gonna run!? 'cause m'not! If he wants ta know what'm up to then he shoulda come 'imself insteada bein' a no-good fuckin' prick!" I shouted, my speech suffering as I tried so very hard to defuse my anger.

It's not Stark's fault. He's not the one making me stay here while my friend sits in the hospital.

Stark must've understood that I wasn't yelling at him, per say. So he merely shook his head and just barely let a smile grace his lips.

"Come on, let's get going. Visiting hours are almost over."

Grimmjow's POV

A sigh escaped my lips when I heard a loud shattering sound come from the kitchen.

"…What'd you break!?" I called in a bored tone, not wanting to make a big deal out of anything, because I knew that Neliel was already on edge.

"I'm so sorry, Grimm! It was the glass mug! I'm so so so so so SORRY!" She practically screamed from the kitchen, her voice getting more hysterical by the second.

I rolled my eyes and refrained from sighing again—once was enough today.

"Don't worry about it!"

"But it was the mug that dad ga—"

"I said. Don't. Worry. About it!" I reiterated, putting emphasis on each word.

All that came after was silence, save for the sound of shuffling as Neliel continued making her tea.

I jumped when my phone suddenly vibrated in my pocket and I quickly took it out only to look at the caller ID in confusion. I swiped my thumb over the screen and slowly brought it to my ear.

"You weren't supposed ta call for another three days…"

"Are you and your little gang ready?"

I quirked my lip in irritation, but kept my voice calm. "No. They're still makin' preparations. Apparently they need ta get a warranty and all that bullshit, but it's hard trying to get one without letting that prick get wind of it."

All I received was silence and that's when the worry set in.

"'Ey, Starrk? Why are you askin'? What's wrong?"

At this point I noticed Neliel walk in and sit in front of me, calmly listening to the conversation.

Well she looked calm—until I noticed the slight shaking in her hands as she stirred her spoon in the new mug. I slowly raised my hand and took the cup from her and placed it on the ground before taking one of her shivering hands in mine. I squeezed gently, trying to calm her down.

"Well I thought you should know that I was asked to bring Ichigo to the hospital so he could visit Byakuya. I can't stay for too long though—Shirosaki's got me on a time limit, and if I'm even a minute late then he said Lily's life would be on the line…"

I had to grit my teeth in order to not start shouting at the injustice of this situation. I calmed myself down again so that Neliel wouldn't start freaking out too.

"I'm gonna give them a call and see what they wanna do… But either way I'm comin' over ta the hospital ta see Ichigo. Stay as long as ya can, but don't risk Lily…"

"I won't." Was all he said in reply and then he hung up.

I don't blame him for being upset. He was trying not to put his precious daughter in danger, but he was also trying to help me out, which complicated a lot of things.

Hopefully Shirosaki wasn't getting suspicious…

He didn't usually out right threaten your loved one unless he felt like he was being pushed around…

I snapped out of my thoughts when Neliel ran her thumb along my knuckles. I looked up into her big, worry-filled eyes for a second before looking away and standing to my feet.

"What's going on?" She asked, following me as I quickly went to my room. I tugged my white shirt off and replaced it with a dark blue one and then I slipped on my leather jacket.

I debated bringing along my gun, but I was going to a hospital… where I knew a lot of cops and fire rescue would be… ugh. I decided against it and walked passed Neliel to get back into the living room.

"ANSWER ME, JAEGERJAQUES!" She screeched, making me nearly jump out of my skin.

"Jesus! ALRIGHT!" I yelled back, tugging at my hair nervously when she glared at me. "Starrk is takin' the kid to the hospital so 'e can visit some guy named Byakuya. I'm goin' over there to see 'im." I explained and then when I saw her face I immediately added, "And no you can't come with me."

She huffed and crossed her arms as if to say, 'Why not?'

"You're too emotional right now and it could get dangerous… Just stay here for me…" When she looked like she was still about to argue I also put in, "This way I don't 'ave ta worry 'bout you too…"

She pursed her lips and remained silent. She slowly nodded her head in understanding and then went to sit on the couch.

"Just… don't get in trouble, okay? Be safe… Please." She begged and I quickly kissed her forehead in order to reassure her. With that I left the apartment, locking the door behind me.

As I started walking down the stairs to the exit, I pulled out my phone and found Renji's contact information.

Ichigo's POV

I stared at Starrk with a dumbfounded expression.

"…"

I looked down, then up at his serious face and right back down at the offending items in his hand… No more like glared.

"Do I have to…?"

All he did was nod and then he threw the stuff onto my lap before turning forward in the driver's seat again.

"Just… Don't peek." I sighed and all I got was another nod, which was actually reassuring.

I wouldn't admit it, but something about this guy had me at ease.

He wasn't aggressive and he never stared at me or anything, so I could drop my guard around him. Plus, when he finally opened up and told me about his situation—how it was very similar to Grimmjow's, I couldn't help but feel more connected to him.

Anyway, back to the task at hand.

I sighed and slowly pulled off my loose shorts and the t-shirt I had been wearing.

Shiro tried making me wear suits, but I didn't really like how stiff it made me feel.

Blahgh.

Not that this new outfit I was being forced to wear was any better…

I sighed once again before lifting my hips as high as they would go in the cramped space of the car—silently thanking Shiro for getting cars with tinted windows. Lifting one leg at a time, I was able to finally tug on the tight, hip-hugging jeans. Next was the tight, lacey, rose colored shirt with built in boobs. It covered most of the cleavage so that it wasn't so obvious that I didn't actually have breasts and the cup size wasn't so big that it drew all the attention to that area. And last, but not least, was the black wig. The hair was pulled up into a loose pony tail and it had bangs to cover my orange-colored eyebrows.

I peeked into the rearview mirror to make sure that the wig was straight before collapsing back into my seat, trying to make myself comfortable.

Once Starrk realized I was done He slowly looked back to make sure I had done everything correctly. After a once over, he nodded in approval before opening his door to slide out of the car. I watched as he slammed his door shut and then opened the door closest to me.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, letting it slowly leak from my nostrils before finally clambering out of the car.

I was just glad that I could wear jeans and my sneakers instead of a skirt and high-heels…

Lord knows Shirosaki probably debated doing that at first…

I slowly made my way towards the hospital, Starrk following close behind.

When the automatic doors closed behind us, I was finally starting to feel the panic. I needed to know if Byakuya was okay.

I quickly stepped over to the front desk, my sticky palms pressing against the desk and my fingers nervously tapping against the hard wood as I waited for one of the girls to notice me.

One light-haired woman turned and I winced when I recognized her.

Isane…

I just hoped that she didn't recognize me—and this is when I finally understood why Shirosaki wanted me to wear this outfit.

God, I'm so dense… how did I pass police academy again?

Anyway, I knew this was my father's hospital, but I seemed to have forgotten that I was actually a 'missing person', and my presence would cause unwanted attention.

Thankfully she didn't seem to recognize me as she looked up and smiled.

"What can I do for you?" She asked politely, and I couldn't help but smile back.

"Uhmm… Well…" I said, trying to use a voice that sounded normal yet girly-ish. "I'm here to visit Byakuya Kuchiki. Could you point me in his direction?"

She didn't seem to notice that I was using a fake voice, thank god, and just nodded. However, instead of just telling us where to go, she pulled out a clipboard and pen.

"Sure! Just sign the visitor's log for me and I'll bring you to his room."

I looked down at the paper and had a little inner panic attack, making my pulse quicken and my body heat up. I looked back at Starrk, hoping for some insight, but he just shrugged and nodded towards the paper.

I pursed my lips and picked up the pen, trying not to seem too nervous, but kind of failing.

I knew not to write down my own name, so I used the first name that came to mind, letting my hand scribble the letters easily. I passed the pen to Starrk, who didn't even hesitate as he started writing away, making it look so simple.

Isane looked down at the names and smiled before walking around the desk to join us.

"Okay Ms. Jaegerjaques, Mr. Luke, please follow me."

And so we did, although a little further back than normal so that Starrk could whisper something to me—a smirk gracing his lips.

"Kazu Jaegerjaques?"

"Shuddup…" Was my instant reply, my face instantly heating up into a blazing scarlet.

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TBC

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Yeah yeah yeahhhhhh, I know! It's been a while. College, work, family, fiancé, and pets keep you busy as fuck! So don't patronize meeeeee!

But anyway~ I had fun writing this chapter, although some of it was a bit corny and overused… I wasn't going to have Ichigo dress up as a girl, but I decided that it would be funnier anyway! At least I didn't go overboard.

Anyway! Let me know what you guys think! You must've liked it if you're still reading the nonsense that I'm writing. LMAO

FYI: This is unbeta'd…. I need to find a new beta :/