𝙷𝙾͟𝙼͟𝙸𝙲𝙸𝙳𝙴 ꜝꜝᅠᅠᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙺𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙸𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚂 . . .

another late night at the precinct, fueled by caffeine and takeout.

his comment struck a nerve, considering her former fiance was murdered under similar circumstances. as he turned, she pulled out her cuffs and grabbed one of his arms to drag it behind his back. " you won't be harming any more people. "

" my partner is fine, you bastard. you're under arrest in connection to the disappearance of a young woman two months ago. "

" that's detective to you, mr. rusknov. turn around slowly and put your hands behind your back. "

" don't 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧' move. i 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 shoot .ᐟ "

taking apart her gun, meticulously cleaning each of the parts. it's a ritual that calms her racing mind.

men in uniform, yum

mal.xn--6ii/ returning once a year is diabolical, my bad

mal.xn--6ii/ combat and/or mafia type plots where she can investigate and do her detective work.

is he nervous .ᐣ