"So it seems there's a new cop in town," a sultry voice spoke to two other figures seated around a circular table.
"Names Weiss Schnee," another responded as it slid identical portfolios to the other figures. "Seems to be the kid of the owner of the Schnee Technology Corporation and has even had dealing with our friend here."
"Think she'll be trouble?" the first voice asked the third body, who had remained silent all this time.
"She'll definitely come snooping," the third's voice came gruffly. "She's a persistent one."
"In the event that she does become a problem, I trust that you and your friends will be able to…exterminate the pest." Though its words were of malice and aggression it did not lose its siren like tone.
"I hope so," the owner of the second voice laughed. "I mean what else am I even paying you guys for?"
The owner of the third sucked their teeth as the angrily stood from their seat. "Consider it already done."
"Awww I think you upset him," the sultry voice cooed.
"Not my fault that guy can't take a joke," the second huffed. "But just so long as snow angel here doesn't get in the way of our operation I could care less what happens to her."
Giving her tie one final tug Weiss smiled as she gave herself a once over in the mirror. "Perfect."
It was the first time she had adorned the official police of Vale uniform, all black save for golden trimming and a red tie. They weren't exactly her 'colors' but they would have to do, plus Weiss couldn't deny that being in uniform again just felt...right.
"Hey, looking good partner." A voice called, nearly making the former heiress jump.
Whirling around Weiss saw her partner, less than sharply dressed. Yang was currently wearing a tank top, and sweatpants with a duffel bag slung over her shoulder. She had likely just returned from the gym.
"Mind if I change here?" Yang asked but didn't wait for a reply as she hoisted the top over her head.
Weiss could feel a flash of heat wash over her. "Have you know decency?!" she blurted as she immediately turned around, but the image of Yang undressing had already been burned into her brain.
The blonde simply shrugged as she continued the process of undressing before changing into her own uniform. "Happy, princess?"
Weiss turned to face the blonde dressed in her uniform and Weiss had to admit she wore it well, very well, but that wasn't a thought she planned to vocalize. "Yes, better." Weiss cleared her throat.
"No need to get embarrassed newbie." Yang snickered as they exited the locker room, earning a growl from the snow haired detective. "So, what's the word on the streets boys?" Yang asked the general room as she grabbed her usual morning donut from the community table.
"We've got another disappeared transport, medical this time." Ren announced with a sigh as he handed the case folder over.
"Transport truck?" Weiss asked with concern.
"Yeah. Second one this month." Yang shook her head. "The truck just disappears without a trace from its route. We think it might be an inside job."
"Or ghost!" Another female officer said as she popped up from behind Ren.
"What would ghost want with a truck anyway?" Ren said with a sigh, yet still wearing a heartwarming smile.
"To move all of its ghost furniture duh!" The officer spoke with the utmost seriousness and excitement in her eyes.
"That's Nora," Yang explained when she caught Weiss's very confused look. "You'll get used to her."
"Well do you guys have any leads on where they've gone?"
"Sadly no," Rend sighed.
"Yeah, the truck eventually shows up somewhere, shipment gone and replaced with its drivers bound and gagged." Yang sighed.
"And haven't you guys tried pursuing it any further?"
"Oh we have," Yang said stuffing another donut into her mouth. "All dead ends really."
"Do you even know what's being stolen?!"
"Nope." Yang shrugged again.
Weiss gave a frustrated groan. "Then what the hell have you guys been doing with this case?!" An air of silence hung over the room. "Don't tell me you've all been doing nothing?"
"It's not that…" Ren started.
"It's just that we've exhausted numerous resources and manpower on that case only for it to all turn up as dead ends…" Chief Ozpin said as he staggered across the room with the help of his cane. "And dead officers, but I have a hunch you already know that don't you Miss Schnee." Ozpin took a sip from his mug, not once breaking eye contact with her.
"You do?" it was Yang's turn to be confused.
"The case I was working on before I got dismissed was similar in the aspect that they both had disappearing shipments of something."
"Which makes me think that the two are somehow related, Miss Schnee." Ozpin added. "That and all of the other happenings in Vale."
"Other happenings in Vale?"
Ozpin smirked. "You'll find out soon enough."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Weiss grew only more concerned as more questions started piling up.
"He said you'll find out, now get in the car we have to go meet someone."
"Nuh uh. No way. Not if you're driving again."
"Well it's either you stay here or you come with me and find out."
Weiss stomach churned at the thought of getting in the passenger seat with Yang again, but at the same time her curiosity was getting to her. "Fine, I guess I'll tag along."
"I knew you'd come around eventually," Yang said with a cheery wink.
"For what? All I did was wink."
"Whatever." Weiss rolled her eyes as they got into the car. "Anyways do you think you can take it slow this time?"
"Nope."
Without the need for urgency Yang's driving was not as reckless, but still very much what you would call hell on wheels. In moments they arrived at a small café.
"How is this supposed to help me figure out what's going on in this town?" Skepticism and frustration laced Weiss' words. "We just got to work and you already taking a break?"
"Relax," Yang assured her. "We're meeting a friend of mine here. You'll see." Yang scanned the area with lilac eyes before locking with familiar amber ones and being beckoned over. The blonde officer nearly merrily skipped to where their friend was and joined her in the booth. "You're wearing your bow again?" Yang asked, surprise in her voice.
"I anticipated you bringing company." The woman wearing a white blouse and tie gestured to Weiss as she took her seat, the latter not taking too kindly to the gesture.
"Weiss this is Blake and Blake this is Weiss." Yang gave them a quick introduction.
"Nice to meet you," Weiss said with a forced smile.
"Charmed," Blake replied no looking up from the drink in her hands, a warm light colored beverage but from the scent of it Weiss knew it wasn't coffee.
"Weiss is my new partner."
"How's that going for you?"
Yang shrugged. "She's pretty good, stickler for rules though."
"Oh that must be hard on you." Blake said with a small laugh.
"Oh nah it'll probably work out," Yang gave a quick glance at Weiss. "You know, if she doesn't report me for sexual harassment." Yang teased as she poked here partner in the side.
"Hey! I'm right here you know!" Weiss said completely embarrassed, half for being talked about in her presence and the other because it appeared to be Yang's on twist of flattery. "Anyway how do you two know each other?"
The two exchanged smiles. "Old friends." Which only warranted a skeptical nod from Weiss.
"That and Blake's a private investigator who we work with from time to time."
"Speaking of which," Blake produced as folder from the bag at her side. "I believe the man who's responsible for the PD outbreak in the Vale is a man by the name of Roman Torchwick."
"PD?" Weiss asked as she and Yang thumbed through the folder of pictures of the man believed to be Roman.
"Pixie Dust," Blake cleared. "It's a drug that has been running rampant among the nightlife of people in Vale. Most of the time it simply brings your night to a high. Others…"
"You end up like these guys," Yang gestured back to the portfolio which no longer showed pictures of Roman but a series of random people who had been marked as either deceased, missing or hospitalized. "Any leads on where we should be looking?"
"I recommend any nightclubs where the owner knows your face and isn't afraid that you're a cop. Anywhere else and you'll probably be walking into a trap."
"I know just the place then," Yang said with a smile.
"Excuse me but how can we exactly trust this information you have? It's not like you're an officer like we are." At that moment a waiter brought over two additional drinks, placing one in front of Weiss and Yang respectively. While Yang's seemed to be more of a sundae then an actual beverage Weiss stared down at her own in complete bewilderment. "…How did you?"
"Coffee, two sugar and strawberry milk as a crème substitute to hide the coffee's bitter taste. Did I get it right?"
"Yes," Weiss said begrudgingly as she took a sip from the beverage.
"Blake is really good at her job," Yang said between spoonfuls.
"Plus," Blake expression became serious, now lacking any cheerfulness that she had previously exhibited. "There's someone I'm looking for who may be tied to this."
"Who exactly is that?"
"I can't say more on the matter." Blake shook her head. "Now you'll have to excuse me, there are other things I must look into." Blake hadn't made it two steps before she turned back to Yang to ask a final question. "By the way, how is your sister?"
For the first time since Weiss had matter her, Yang wore an expression that she could only describe as heartbroken. "Better," the blonde officer replied with a nod. "But I don't want to see her back out there."
"She is your sister though." Blake gave a lighthearted laugh.
"Yeah, probably couldn't stop her if I wanted to." Yang said with a heavy sigh as she sank in her seat.
"Sister?" Weiss raised a brow. Yang had never mentioned anything about a sister.
"Don't worry about it." Yang smiled and what Weiss could tell it was a very forced one that told her not to press the matter. "Anyway, scoot."
"What? Why?" The sudden shift in the tone of the conversation threw the heiress for a loop.
"You heard the lady, we've got a clue to follow."
"But I haven't finished my drink!"
"So what? Drink it in the car!"
"I'll spill!"
"What are you some kind of klutz?"
"I'm saying you're a terrible driver!"
"So it's MY fault you're a klutz?!"
The pairs arguing was interrupted by the clearing of someone's throat. They turned to see a sharply dressed figure standing at their table. "Excuse me, but for the sake of the other patrons we're asking that you tone it down."
"Sorry," they both murmured in embarrassment.
Nonetheless they eventually made it downtown, to the heart of the cities night life. Where they pulled into the back lot of a nightclub.
"Helloooo" Yang cooed as they burst through the doors.
"No! Nonononono NO!" A muscular man shouted as he stormed over to him. "What are you doing here?"
"Relax Junior, official business I promise." Yang gestured to the badge on her chest.
Junior groaned. "Last time you were here you got into a fight with nearly half the club."
"And they totally started it."
"Do you know how much those renovations cost me?!" the man barked.
"No fighting this time, I promise." Yang said as she used a finger to draw an X on Junior's chest, pretty sure she did that wrong.
"W-well what are you here for then?" he stammered out, obviously flustered by Yang's touch.
"We're looking for this guy." Weiss presented a photo of Roman. "Know anything about him?"
"Yeah," Junior nodded within moments of seeing the photo.
"He came in here a few weeks back and asked if I wanted to go in on a business venture with him. Offered me a huge sum of money too."
"Did you take it? Did he even tell you what it was for?" Weiss asked in earnest.
"Of course I did, helped cover what blondie did to my club. But that's just it…he didn't really say what he wanted."
Weiss and Yang shared a glance. "That's fishy."
"Why would he offer you so much money for nothing?" Weiss tapped a curled hand to her mouth as she thought.
"Beats me," Junior shrugged. "But as far as I'm concerned that guy is a saint."
"Well can you at least let us know if he comes back?" Weiss handed him her card. "Or if anything strange happens?"
"Sure thing. Why? That guy up to something?"
"Dunno yet," Yang shrugged. Obvious lie, but they couldn't give too much away at this point.
"Well thanks for your cooperation," Weiss said with a smile.
"See I like her, why can't you be that nice to me?"
"Oh Junior," Yang smiled, the tone in her voice changing as well. "We both know you love it when I tease you."
"What? No I don't!" The obvious hint of red in his cheeks spoke otherwise.
"Later boys!" Yang gave a final wave as they made their exit. "So what do you think?" Yang asked as they made it back to their car.
"If your friend is right, then Torchwick is probably paying Junior off so he selling PD in his club."
"But why would Torchwick need to pay him off?"
"Probably to keep Junior happy to and from asking too many questions." It was a common tactic. No one looks a gift horse in the mouth when it comes to money. "You know that that means?"
"We're going clubbing?"
"No you dunce," Weiss rolled her eyes. "We're going to have to come back here to investigate!"
"So…clubbing?"
The white haired girl sighed. "If you're going to just twist my words, sure."
"Aww yeah," Yang cheered as she revved the engine. "We're gonna see you work it."
"You're not going to see me work anything!" Weiss stammered, heat flowing to her cheeks.
"Wow, you really are no fun."
TBC