bakerstreet | Buddy Cop AU meme

Buddy Cop AU meme

You're two renegade cops with nothing to lose. A loose cannon who plays by his own rules and a tight cannon who plays by everyone else's rules. Will Smith and Martin Lawrence. Shit's getting real? You better believe it. Shit's always real when you two are on the beat. This, is the Buddy Cop AU post.

Rules:

1) You're a character posting in a meme (blank or not, don't care) with your character's name and fandom in the subject line.
2) They're a character replying to your comment.
3) YOU FIGHT CRIME!

For the creatively stunted, I do have some prompts if ya need 'em.
1. Out On The Beat
Out on patrol in your squad vehicle of choice or on foot. Looking out for action, be it someone stealing from a little old lady or a gang getting ready to beat some poor schmo up.

2. No Time for Backup!
Looks like they have you surrounded! It's a firefight/fistfight, and you two are in the middle of it! What are you gonna do? Run for it? Call for backup? Or go down in a blaze of glory? Or none of the above.

3. Next Time, I'll Have Your Badge!
One (or both) of you just got chewed out by the chief because your methods are reckless and unreliable! Seriously, you killed at least 40 people AND ran your squad car into their hideout! Who do you think you are? Also, you're off the case! What do you do now?

4. We're Going Undercover
No, not like that, you crazy smut writers. But, you're going to need to get the drop on these crooks, or get some info out of them. Luckily, you're a master of disguise. Yup, you two are going to have to dress up and act like them or something along those lines in order to get the info you want!

5. Looks Like He Was Murdered Over Here
Man, fuck those detectives. They aren't finding anything important. No, you and your buddy could probably figure this out just by looking about the crime scene. From the bloody outline on the wall to the lab in the basement, you probably have this covered. Just remember, don't touch anything.

6. A Good Ol' Fashioned Game Of--
Good Cop, Bad Cop. You finally got the lead you're been waiting on, and all that's left is to get the info you need out of them. Thus, you and your friend get the opportunity to interrogate the poor sucker and make sure that they talk. In order to do that, one of you might have to become a little unstable, and the other may have to act as if they're trying to comfort them. Don't forget to ask, WHERE ARE THEY

7. Another Day Done
Welp, you two are officially off duty. What're you going to do now? Go out for drinks? Go looking for trouble now that you're not restricted by the law? Or maybe talk about the tough day you had of foiling evil. Doesn't matter, now you have the whole night to think about it.

8. Wildcard
Mix/match or make your own. Anything goes!

credit goes to

ringomogirebeam

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[Ben was used to getting chewed out by the chief. Of course, that was the problem with being her son: every dress down felt more like a personal attack then one professional talking to another. To be fair, she probably had a point in there about him recklessly shooting a suspect who had been holding a hostage. Ben had seen it as a very simple solution to a complex problem. Chief Organa had seen it as a endangerment of an innocent civilian.

Ben stalked back to his desk and it was clear how displeased he was when he turned and punched the nearest wall. Everyone was giving him a wide berth. He was known for being a good cop, but his temper was legendary. When he spotted his tiny partner, he held up a hand, his knuckles throbbing.]

Not one word out of you, rookie. [An nickname that he'd given Rey their first day working together. Though she was no bright-eyed officer straight out of the academy anymore, the name had remained.]

[When Ben had been called into the Chief's office, Rey had busied herself with paperwork, and tried to ignore the comments about how the "Chief's son" was finally getting called out. Ben might have been... Okay, he was an ass, there were no two ways about it, but he was also good at his job. It felt weird to her, still, to hear others looking forward to someone getting chewed out by the Chief.]

[She was allowed, she was his partner. They weren't.]

No words to be said, old man.

[He slumps down in his seat, face drawn and looking downhearted. He swipes a cold soda from Rey's desk and uses it as a makeshift ice pack against his knuckles.]

Before you ask, no, she didn't take my badge.

[He wouldn't give her unnecessary worry by telling her how close it had been. If he didn't have such a good record of closures on his cases working with Rey (89% was nothing to sneeze at), his mother had made it very clear that he would be packing his things right now. Ben didn't know what he would do if he lost this. The job was his whole life. All he'd ever wanted to be was a police officer.]

This is gonna make family dinners awkward for a while.

Like they're not already awkward?

[She doesn't say anything about him taking her lovely cold can of soda because it's really not the time. She looks up from her paperwork and sighs]

We did a stupid thing, and I told you to let me take the fall.

There's a very big difference between the awkwardness of "Sorry, Mom, I crashed the car" and "Sorry, Mom, you almost had to take my badge."

[Rey had seen it first-hand. She was practically family at this point and had been privy to many of the debates-turned-arguments at the Organa-Solo household. A stubborn look crosses his face when she mentions that she should have taken the fall.]

No. I was the one who took the shot. It was my responsibility. And if you had, you'd be cleaning out your desk right now for sure.

(So..I know Zootopia just came out and all but since it'd be AU anyway and easy to avoid spoilers.../scuffs foot)

[[i will always be here for the adorable judy hopps. is there a scenario you like the look of or shall we just make something up as we go alone?]]

(=D =D I'm kinda liking the look of either four or five, with some making it up as we go along~]

[[how about a mix of the both? due to a murder case, they have to go ~undercover~ and that requires the excellent judy hopps having to work with ~~this asshole the annoying consulting detective :P]]~~

(You are a player after my own heart~)
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[As far as cases went, this one was big. It went well beyond anything Judy had gotten involved with yet and it felt weird to not have her usual partner by her side. He was off on another case, though, and Judy had been specifically requested for this particular one and they apparently had a detective prepared to work with her.

Or so they had told her.

At first glance it seemed like a run of the mill murder mystery. The suspect had gotten away and they needed to sweep the crime scene and figure out the who and the why. Easy enough; at least in theory.

Ears twitching as she approached the scene of the crime, Judy flashed her badge before ducking under the tape marking off the area, pausing just outside of the mess that was the scene itself. A soft frown marred her expression as her nose twitched, gaze flicking from one thing to the next before she spotted what seemed to be another officer--a mouse at that. Or maybe he was apart of the paramedic team. It was hard to say.

He didn't exactly look like an officer but she approached all the same, stepping lightly around anything that even looked like evidence.]

Excuse me! I'm Officer Hopps of the ZPD. I'm looking for a Detective Basil?

[Basil hadn't been interested in working with any other of the moronic imbicles that populated the ZPD. Hopps, though, he had heard, was something of a rarity. First bunny officer to be accepted into the ZPD, and her reputation was glowing. All in all, she might be a little less annoying to work with]

Just Basil, if you don't mind. You're late, Officer Hopps, I've examined the body and I can tell you that this "murder scene" will be in the papers tomorrow as the latest in the string of unexplained suicides. It is murder, however. The question is how do we find our murderer without exposing ourselves...?

[Yes, he went straight to shop talk. No time to mess around, after all. There was a case to be dealt with]

[Judy jolted as the other corrected her then chastised her for being late, ears standing upright before they gave a twitch and fell back. Her expression went from one of surprise to annoyance slowly but surely until she finally crossed her arms, puffing up a bit.]

I'm sorry, detective-- [She will use your title, thank you very much.] --there was a lot of traffic thanks to this current situation.

[She paused then glanced over to the crime scene.]

What makes you so sure it's a murder?

[Basil looks her over]

I have no title. I'm not a part of your... force. I'm a consultant for the more difficult cases. And this is one of them.

As for why I am sure it's murder, consider each individual. There's no connection between any of them apart from the very remote locations in which they have shown up. Similar suicides are usually from people who are close to each other, but these people... completely ignorant of the others, all from different social backgrounds.

And that it effects both predator and prey animals? Someone is playing a game, Officer, and we will solve it. What did you think of the body?

Then Mr. Basil it is.

[Not a detective? He was just a consultant?

That didn't make a whole lot of sense but if he was called in on difficult cases, then he had to be good.

She quickly absorbed everything he was saying, snatching her notepad out of her belt and jotting down a few notes. While she was good at what she did, notes helped. Especially when so much information was being given at once.]

I..well it did seem a bit strange that a suicide would had landed like that. [Tapping her pen against her lip, Judy frowned.] It's almost as if they were already dead when they fell but I didn't see anything that would point to foul play, sir.

No, neither did I... Which would imply that we are up against someone who is capable of thought on these matters. Potentially dangerous, but also gives an advantage. Someone clever will want to have the credit for what they are able to do, they won't be pleased with the media coverage.

[Basil walks around, thinking carefully. He turns to Judy]

This city. Organised crime? Are there any connections we can exploit. Clever suggests, at first, experience, and if we can rule out the obvious we'll be able to actually get on with solving this case.

[Because, yes, Basil was informed that it was "probably one of the Families" and was unimpressed with the narrow minded nature of the comment]

[Judy paused in her writing to glance up at Basil, hesitating for a moment before she let out a breath.]

I have a few connections we could use, though I can promise you that they had nothing to do with this.

[She wasn't about to have Fru Fru and her family slapped with false accusations.]

But we can talk to them. If anyone knows something about what's been going on, they would. There's also plenty of back alley places we could try to search, question some animals but they won't take kindly to someone with a badge.

Oh, I don't believe it is any of the organisations or Families, but we have to "rule them out."

[See that unimpressed look on his face? Honestly, these people had no capability of thought. He considers what Judy says]

I have no badge, so I am in a better situation than you. However, Officer, I do require a second in this case... I believe we will have to make you someone without a badge.

Right.

[Well at least he wasn't jumping to conclusions. Yet.

The rabbit stared at him for a moment before her expression melted into something that was a cross between unsure and curious.]

What exactly did you have in mind, Mr. Basil?

[Undercover work wasn't something she had much experience with yet.]

Surely you've been briefed on going undercover, Officer? It's the same simple procedure. We just won't be requiring any back-up from your... rather clomping colleagues.

[Yes he is being rude, but it's more to do with his belief on the general lack of intelligence in most police officers]

[Oh Basil. Why do you have to say things like that?]

Clomping colleagues?

[Her ears go back and her grip on her pen tightens.]

I'm more than willing to help you, Mr. Basil, but I will not let you insult any member of the ZPD like that!

They called me in because these recent cases are "too difficult" for them to approach. You, on the other hand, are rare in that you are a police officer who still possesses a mind capable of noticing small details and making deeper deductive thought. In comparison, they are rather clomping behind.

[He's not a complete ass, he's just... very, very blunt]

Everyone has their specialties and their specialized abilities, Mr. Basil. Being small let's me see things other wouldn't. It has nothing to do with a lack of ability on their part.

[She can feel her fur bristling but she refuses to get too heated, her foot absently tapping against the ground. The rabbit is quick to press her weight down to still the motion, letting out a breath as she tucks her notepad away.]

I think we need to get back to the case, sir. If we're going to go undercover, then let's do it. The sooner we get information the better.

[He does not roll his eyes at her loyalty - though he suspects that some of her colleagues may not show the same to her - but does jump on the mention of the case]

Yes, we will need to make sure you are as unrecognizable from Officer Hopps as possible. I have not been in Zootopia long myself, but I do have my network set up to gather information from. Still... that they're able to move the bodies without leaving traces... Quite intriguing, wouldn't you agree?

Come on, Hopps, the game is afoot!

Well yes, it is pretty interesting--

[Her nose twitched as he just continued on, announcing that a game was afoot. Game? Who in the world thought of this sort of thing as a game?

And here she thought she had a lot of..spirit? Energy? It was one of those.]

Right! Let's get going then! We can talk to Mr. Big first and get some idea of what parts of town we should tackle. If anyone's going to know, it's him!

[She couldn't help but bounce on her feet a bit, giving a bit of a hop step to the side as she motioned for the mouse to follow.]

This way, Mr. Basil!

Lead on, McDuff!

[Basil gave Judy a nod, following behind her.]

Mr Big would be the head of the organised crime syndicate, I would assume?

[ooc: BASIL!! <3333 I will totally pretend this is a Dawson account if you want? Or regular human Watson running into talking Sherlock type mouse, EITHER WORKS.]

[omg so many excellent choices, and both have potential for hilarity. i think the last one would be very entertaining for both of us]

[I have no problem with playing out both of them in two threads as well. BUT heres Watson to start at least.]

It was a search around where the body was dumped to find the actual crime scene. The dumpster wasn't the place, according to Sherlock, and he'd run off to find the real one. Leaving Watson standing around, wondering if he should be looking too.

At least he could look at the body, maybe piece some clues together himself? "Right, sure, like you're the detective," he chastises himself as he gets down next to the body on the pavement. Gunshot victim, two in the chest, one in the head. All Watson could deduce was that it was probably some kind of professional hit...

What was that mouse doing near the body? "Hey, go on, shoo," he tries to backhand it away. "This one ain't for you, mate."

"Well, it certainly isn't for you either," Basil muttered, rolling his eyes at the human's pathetic attempts to deduce the crime. Clearly this was the work of a professional, but it wasn't a professional hit. If he could get close enough to examine the wound, he might be able to determine whether or not this crime in the human world had any sort of connection to the crimes he had been investigating as of late. They all had taken place in the same rough area, and this sadly passed on human had been the pet of only eye-witness.

"I need to get a closer look," he said, scrabbling up. This would be much easier if there weren't so many humans

Stunned, Watson can only watch with his jaw hanging as the mouse climbs up the body and seems to be inspecting the wounds?? He had to be hearing things.

"I'm hearing things," so says Captain Obvious. Oh no, was it the psychosomatic trauma again? Was the limp coming back? Steady, Watson old boy, steady.

"Did...did you just....talk?" He lowers his voice so the police nearby don't think he's crazy.

He is totally crazy to be talking to a mouse.

"Yes, and more eloquently than you appear to be doing right now," Basil shot at Watson without looking away from the body. "Definitely from a handgun but what type? I can't match the bullets... Would you be able to find that out?" He turned and looked up at the tall human.

Good. Night. This mouse talks like Sherlock.

He really has lost it.

"Er, I...its a .45..." Why was he encouraging this hallucination with his knowledge of bullets and bullet holes?? "They, er, that is Sherlock said it was a .45..."

"Hm, so it's the same as the one used in the other cases," Basil strokes his chin in thought. That didn't mean much, of course, but it could prove useful. Some pick up habits of their pets, after all. Picking up a preference in weapon wasn't the oddest thing he'd have heard.

"But why attack a human? And the human of the only eye-witness at that?" He was muttering to himself, completely forgetting that Watson was there. "Obviously they wanted to scare them into being quiet, but bringing a human into it? That's just not done."

"Wait, other ca--what other cases?? There's other cases??" Watson is practically on his hands and knees now, trying to get information out of this mouse. Good thing Scotland Yard is completely around the other side of the building chasing Sherlock.

John clears his throat, trying to make himself heard. When that doesn't work, he picks up said mouse by the tail to put him in his hand, "Excuse me, if I could have a moment of your time, at the risk of sounding insane, what. other. cases.?"

"Hm?" Basil looks up, just remembering the presence of another being. "Oh, not human cases, no. But they tie in with the cases I am currently investigating. This human was the pet of the sole eye witness to one of them, which is what drew my attention." He gives a gesture implying that obviously that was the situation here. "A .45 has been used in all the cases so far, but the victims have never been people of consequence," he adds, musing out loud. He glances at the body. "What about this human? What was did it do?"

"Not human cases..." Watson says, almost more to himself. If not human than what? "You mean animals? Animals have been getting killed by the same person?"

John looked down at the body, trying to remember what Sherlock had muttered before he left. "He was a banker...bad marriage recently or divorce, something like that."

"Person or persons," Basil said still deep in thought. "With this latest case, it would appear as though the one responsible would have a human accomplice, something unheard of."

A banker with a bad marriage... "Yes, that fits with the accounts of the eye-witness, they said their pet had been unusually sad of late due to their mate leaving them."

"And you're going to find them?" This was all too bizarre. Surely a detective mouse had to be the strangest thing Watson has ever seen.

And he's seen Sherlock come home with a harpoon, completely drenched in pigs blood.

"Wait, you have an eyewitness??" That could be useful. Maybe.

"Of course," Basil gave a contempous huff. "This victim is the pet of one russell hound named Jasper." He looked at this body. "Of course, with his pet having been killed, it's unlikely Jasper will speak up."

"...of course." Okay, Watson is going to roll with this till he can figure out if he's crazy or not. "So what now? Look for clues? Shake down suspects?"

"I suspect I will need to try to find out, from what I already have, if there is anything else that would connect this crime to the ones already being investigated apart from my eye-witness," Basil stated calmly.

Something that connects them? Watson leans over the body and pulls out a rose that had been dropped under it. "Something like this?"

Basil eyes widened. "Yes! Exactly like that. Red, the preferred colour, same scent," he ran a finger along a petal, licking it and pondering for a moment. "Same slightly sweetened taste."

Ugh, he's tasting it? Somehow Watson is not surprised.

"But flowers are a dime a dozen, how are you going to track down someone through this one?"

"Flowers may be a dime a dozen, but the way in which this one is sweetened suggests that it comes from one of the more popular markets of London," he moves his mouth quickly, still tasting the after effect. "Add to this that this particular type of rose is only sold in two of those markets, then we have a smaller net to cast."

Watson just had a brilliant idea.

Okay, it was a ridiculous idea but an idea nonetheless. If he helped this mouse find the killer, theoretically, they might find them before Sherlock did.

"Which two markets?" he asks, standing up. "If they're not far, I could grab a cab..."

[ooc:... Can't resist an Angua. All the prompts work for me but I'm thinking 1, 5, 7, or maybe 8 where Angua is showing the new guy around A-M? Or if you're familiar with Jupiter Ascending, we could also head into space!]

[I am sorry to say that I am completely canon blind for Jupiter Ascending. 8 would probably work well because, well, it's Ankh-Morpork. Crime is a profession.]

[ooc: That's totally fine! Let's play on the Disc. I guess the relevant things are that Caine is (and probably smells like) a mix of alternate-human and space-wolf. Not the weirdest think AM has ever seen. Not even the weirdest thing on the Watch^*.]

[Caine can feel pressure building behind his eyes by the time the Commander dismisses him, leaving him to the tender assessing mercies of the pretty blonde wolf-woman at attention by his side. As something of an ambassador for the Legion, he had been on his best behavior since arriving, but this world left him at a loss, had left the entire galactic community at a loss, and his confusion is written all over his face. That wasn't even getting into the whole thing with the turtle.

He nods to her respectfully, feeling overly large and wholly out of place.] Captain.

[* By general consensus, that would be Corporal Nobby Nobbs.]

[Angua gives a nod in the newcomer's direction.]

Commander must have liked you, you were out of there fast.

['That was fast? ' he doesn't say and hardly thinks because he's a professional, even if she might be funning him. And if she isn't, that's terrifying. He falls behind her instead.]

Thank you, ma'am. I hope so. He mentioned something about a beat?

((The tight canon. If she catches you slacking off somewhere other than where you two are supposed to be working? She'll legit handcuff you and drag you into work. Have fun with that :D))

[This meme was made for these two. What do you think? Any preferences?]

[Oh you just made my day! I'm down for any of them. They all have the potential to be entertaining~]

[Glad to be of service, hope I don't suck! Unfortunately, I've got to go to work here but later on I'd be more than happy to start us off. Unless you'd like to take the reigns first, of course! I think good cop/bad cop could be fun, especially if Judy tries to be the bad cop, cute little bunny that she is. Something undercover could be amusing too, especially if they have to don costumes for some animals they are very much NOT similar to at all. Orrrr the two of them throwing back a couple drinks or enjoying some donuts after work? Or carrots on her end, though he would prefer a bacon donut or some blueberries, thank you very much.]

[I'm sure you won't! And hey, I'm new to this too so we can just flesh them out together.

Also, apologies for the late reply in regards to your question. x_x I only just got home from work and have been trying to clean stuff up. Honestly the idea of Judy trying to be the bad cop is absolutely hilarious so I would love to try that out if you're down!]

[ So far, Nick thought he had really gotten the hang of this whole police officer thing. Turns out a fox could be something other than just sly and clever. Oh, he still had both of those qualities and used them to his advantage, of course, but for a cause much more worthy than hustling. And on the days he wasn't feeling completely confident in his abilities on the force, a certain little rabbit was always there to encourage him in her own, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed way. Always full of optimism and way too peppy sometimes for her own good.

But they were almost always together, partners who worked together well, and when other officers talked about one of them, they were usually talking about the other one, as well. Take their current case, for example. It hadn't been easy, but they'd captured their lead witness. When it came time for questioning, they'd decided to do it together. But before they went into the little interrogation room... Nick held Judy back for a little pep talk.]

Hold up there, Carrots. Before we do this, here's a little Interrogation 101. [He poked her gently in the chest with one furry paw.] You're the bad cop, I'm the good cop. I talk reasonably and make the guy feel comfortable, then you start to go a little unbalanced and all twitchy around the ears. It'll be perfect, and especially because he won't see it coming.

No offense of course, but this guy seems dumb enough to still go by the ole predator/prey stereotypes, if you know what I mean.

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[Having Nick as her partner was everything that she had known it would be. He was the perfect compliment to her and, in her opinion, there was no better team out there. They did the things others said might be too complicated or impossible and they worked better together than they could apart.

You really couldn't have one without the other and Judy was okay with that.

Like now, as they prepared to interrogate their witness. Everything was coming together and they were one step away from figuring this mess out--

At least, they would be, if Nick hadn't stopped her from taking anymore steps.

The rabbit's ears twitched as she looked at him, swaying slightly as she was poked in the chest. Her? The bad cop? The idea of it had her snorting softly, lips curving into a smile as she shook her head.]

First of all, I could be a bad cop if I wanted to be, dumb witness or not. [Thank you very much!] And second, I'm not sure if this is a good idea. I think I'm better at being the reasonable, comfortable to be around type.

[Insert another ear twitch her as she nudged him, smile melting into a grin.]

No offense.

[If Nick was being completely honest, then he'd say Judy was the first real friend he'd ever had. Sure, he'd had partners in hustling schemes, but when the going got tough, they'd drop each other just like that. Even Finnick, who he'd worked with for a while now.

But Judy was different. She believed in him, and that made him feel like something special. And for what it was worth, he believed in her, too.

... even during times like this when she just wasn't cooperating.

But Nick was more exasperated with her than anything else. He gave her a mock indignant look, even placing a dramatic paw on his chest.] You think you're the reasonable one? Oh Judes, that's a good one. [Cue smirking here, and yes, he even reached out to ruffle her furry head a little.] But if anything, I'm the one who's been doing this longer. You think I would've been as good at hustling as I was if I couldn't convince people I was a logical, trustworthy guy?

[Still, his expression softened a little.] Come on, this might be good for you. Builds character, or something like that. Besides, I know you're good at acting. This, my friend, is your moment to truly shine.

... just no dramatic death scenes this time, okay?

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[And it was the same for Judy, because sure she'd had friends throughout her life but she had always been far too caught up in preparing for becoming a police officer. She had never spent that much time with others and had never really trusted someone the way she trusted Nick. It was a nice feeling and one that she cherished more than anything else.

A rather indignant sound escapes her as her head is ruffled and she ducks away from his hand with a mock glare.]

Oh, I know I'm the reasonable one, Mr. Wilde!

[But he is right and she knows it. Her ears give a flick before they fall back as she rests a hand on her hip, motioning in a sort of 'go ahead' gesture.]

Alright, alright. No dramatic death scenes. Be the bad cop, not the good cop. I've got it, Nick.

[It was true that Nick could become a little panicky and frantic under pressure. Training had helped, of course, but it was just in his 'nature' sometimes. But these days, he liked to think he was pretty could at keeping a level head, even in the most stressful of situations.

And really, he trusted Judy completely, so how bad could this be?]

That's the spirit. Give em the old one-two. [With a grin, he reached up to straighten his tie - no loud ties at the moment, but the standard issue one they gave all the ZPD officers. Gone too was the Hawaiian shirt, but not forever. No, he still pulled out that ensemble for off-duty shenanigans. But for now, he was a professional. So giving a little nod of satisfaction, he opened the door and stepped inside the little room.

The lead in question was a hyena, one who currently looked rather bored with the entire situation. Typically known for being easily amused, they could be difficult to work with. Hopefully Judy was up for the task. Putting on his warmest, kindest voice and open expression, he walked up to where the hyena sat the table.] Hello, Mr.... Chucklesby, was it? [Chuckles? Really?] I'm Officer Wilde. How are you doing, are you being treated okay? Do you need anything - coffee, snacks?

Hey, can we get some coffee in here? [He called back over his shoulder, before looking back at their 'guest.'] Mr. Chucklesby, I know this has been difficult for you, but anything you need you just let me know, alright? I'm here to help. And I've just got a few questions for you if you don't mind answering them...

[But 'Chuckles' did mind. Actually, it looked like he wanted to take advantage of Nick's hospitality. Which gave Carrots the perfect in to go all bad cop on him, really.]

[Judy allowed her partner to lead the way, trailing after him as she let her ears fall back and her expression go blank for the time being. She wanted to get a good read on this Mr. Chucklesby before she did anything so it was probably best to let the 'good cop' take the first go.

Unfortunately, as one could expect, the hyena seemed all too keen on the idea of steering Nick away from anything that was important and instead focused on the 'if you need anything' bit.

And that just wouldn't do.

As the hyena started to make a request Judy stepped out from behind Nick, ears lifting now as she gave the witness a sharp look.]

Mr. Chucklesby, while I'm sure you've had a long, stressful day, it's only going to be even longer and much more stressful if you don't answer my partner's questions. Whatever it is you saw, we need to know. Now.

[For a small thing, Judy could sure make a point as her eyes narrowed and her foot tapped harshly against the floor.]

[Ever the calm, cool fox, Nick stepped aside and let his partner have her turn. For her credit, she wasn't doing a bad job so far. He certainly knew better than to take advantage of her small height and her overall adorableness. (He was probably one of the few animals who could get away with calling her 'cute' from time to time.)

But the hyena wasn't convinced just yet. Not surprising, all things considered. He looked surprised, certainly, that the rabbit was both a cop and not a nice one at that, but he wasn't yet prepared to give in.

Instead... he laughed. Well, that wasn't surprising either, considering his species.]

Is this bunny for real, man? [Cue more laughter. But Nick wasn't discouraged yet.

He exchanged a quick look with his partner. Okay, time to kick this thing up a few notches.

Laying on the fake concern, he looked nervously back to the hyena.]

I wouldn't do that if I were you, Mr. Chucklesby. You don't want to make my partner... angry.

She'll go all crazy on you. I mean, just look at those crazy eyes of hers!

I'm on your side, buddy, but I cannot be held responsible for what she does if you don't give us the information we need.

I can't help you.

[I feel sorry for the poor asshole stuck with him as a partner.]

[Welp. The order came in, and they've got to go undercover to one of the more notorious gangs in their precinct. Normally, they wouldn't be chosen - but this gang was an offshoot of yakuza shipped over, and they thought Ichigo would work the best to infiltrate it while Joseph could come along as muscle. With some lying on Ichigo's part (which, admittedly, he was terrible at, but among these types a stoic face could be useful) they could get in and try to get enough dirt to take the head down.

So, that's how they've found themselves in the lobby of a building that looks way too upscale for a gang, Ichigo trying his best to stay calm as they wait.]

...Joseph...don't say anything stupid, alright?

[Just. levels a stare at him because yeah, he knows you bruh.]

Oh come on, I'm not that bad!

[Well, at least they won't be bored, and for Joseph, that's just as important as catching the bad guys. He feigns hurt, crossing his arms - though the suits they had gotten fitted for to blend in were ... kind of tight for someone with his physique. Not like they'd really have time to change that now.]

Besides, I'm supposed to be the "dumb" muscle, remember? I get a free pass.

Not so loud!

[God Joseph, they're in the lobby!!! Waiting to see the Oyabun!!! At least, he assumes it's an Oyabun. Could be something different, but so help him god if you blow their cover this soon...

Either way, he roughly elbows the other man, although he knows mister brick shithouse over there won't feel it much.]

You don't. Not with these guys, Joseph - the woman we're meeting is...pretty particular.

[Yes, woman. Fumiko had fought her way up in a primarily male crime family, and was tough as nails. Especially....well, he's just sort of. staring at his left pinkie a lot, for some reason.]

[Surprisingly, it's fine as far as they can tell, and Joseph rolls his eyes.]

Like they're gonna -

Wait, what.

[He's at least got enough sense to keep it down, but the bewildered look he's giving Ichigo right now is pretty indicative of how much he was paying attention during the briefing.]

[....He really should have expected this. Swallowing a sigh, Ichigo just rubs his temples.]

Hanabi Fumiko. She's the Oyabun - the boss - of this outfit. It's not her real name [Obviously] but it's the one everyone uses. At least try to pay attention next time.

[God Joseph!!!]

Don't underestimate her, either. Women aren't normally in the Yakuza, and a woman Oyabun is even more rare...so she's had to be twice as tough as a man in order to gain respect.

Not my fault that certain voices put me to sleep!

[It's not completely wrong, per se, but Joseph's always had a bit of a bad habit of not paying attention when it was necessary. It's a common criticism even Caesar had for him -

There's a residual pang of sadness at the reminder of his partner, but he shakes it off quickly enough and lets out a mock-defeated sigh.]

I get it, I get it. Not like many women really got into leadership in the Mafia either. [To be honest, the fact that they were having this meeting with her in the first place was a bit surprising. Joseph figured they would just be talking to lieutenants.]

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[He finally does sigh, but at least he doesn't smack Joseph over the head. Then again, that might be because he sees that small moment of sadness - but he doesn't mention it, instead focusing on the conversation.]

It's probably why she's actually meeting us. We still have to exchange sake as proof that we're a part of her Family, though we'll just be Shatei - little brothers.

[Footsoldiers, essentually.]

Technically, she's a saiko-komon - the senior adviser. But...well. She's basically the boss.

[A man comes out to them, and slightly bows before gesturing them towards a door. Ichigo sits up straight before standing, slipping on his more serious face before following. For this to work, he'd basically have to act like Joseph was his subordinate, and thus not bother with even telling him to follow.

Showtime.]

Ceremonial stuff, okay. Guess it can't be that bad.

[Though what he does know of organized crime rings, there's almost always more to it than that, so he's at least bracing himself for something else to inevitably come up.]

Boss in all but name. Got it.

[When they're nudged toward the door, he straightens, stretching before silently following Ichigo. He's not exactly thrilled about the role he has to play here, but, well, he wasn't in the mood to potentially lose another partner, either. He couldn't do that to himself, and he's sure as hell that Ichigo would probably haunt his ass for years after the fact.]

[Oh lord, would he EVER haunt Joseph. Throw around some plates and become a poltergeist. But, he didn't plan on dying - and he's glad that Joseph's got the idea here.

Hanabi Fumiko still looks quite young and beautiful, despite what she is - then again, that's not surprising. Her husband had been the boss, but she'd still gotten to her place before he was killed in a skirmish, so it wasn't like she didn't deserve her position.

Thankfully, it all went relatively well. Ichigo bluffed and said Joseph was honor-bound to him when he saved his life, and thus wouldn't leave his side when he decided to join. She either believed it, or decided not to pry - although he couldn't help but notice how she coquettishly looked at Joseph from time to time.

She...wasn't interested in him, was she?

In the end, three Sake cups were brought out, along with high-class sake - and, after pouring it, Fumiko lifted her cup, giving one line in english -

'To you, my new little brothers - the proper young man and the dashing englishman.'

Ichigo choked down a disbelieving noise at that, and just....drank.

He needed a drink right about now.]

[To be honest, Joseph was more imagining someone ... tougher-looking than this. Then again, he's sure that plenty of people (himself included) had made the same assessment of his own mother, especially in his case where he hadn't actually seen her since he was too small to really remember. That was an interesting family reunion, to put it lightly.

Though he's honestly surprised at the looks he's getting from boss-lady, and to be quite honest, he's not sure how to react. Yeah, she was cute (once again, surprisingly so), but at the same time, she's yakuza. Even if she were serious, this would not end well on any level.

Never mind his engagement to Suzie Q.

Still, if they could pull this to their advantage ...

It's about this point that Joseph has an idea. Which meant that things are about to get really stupid, really fast.

At Fumiko's line about a "dashing Englishman" (it was hard not to break out into a shit-eating grin at that), he decides to take it up a notch and give her a wink before taking the sake cup to drink from, though he's definitely not used to the taste of it.]

[OH good god.

Ichigo just barely manages to not yell when he sees that wink, instead resolutely staring forward as he finishes the sake and sets it down just a little too roughly to be normal. It's obvious he's tense, and Fumiko ends up giving a gentle laugh.

'Calm yourself, dear little brother. Your handsome man hasn't given me any disrespect. Quite the opposite, in fact.'

God, she was - she was outright flirting now. Was this her way of testing them? or did she just have a thing for huge british men?

He murmurs out an apology in japanese, casually kicking Joseph's leg as he does so.

do not fuck this up.]

[Joseph has to bite down a yelp when he's kicked, giving Ichigo a bit of a look. This wasn't going to be like the cross-dressing incident, god. One time he decides to do something a little creative and everyone jumps down his throat for it. Nobody likes thinking outside the box, apparently.

Though at least he's attempting to be cautious, even if it might not seem it. Maybe.

Hopefully.

He does, at the very least, manage a smile once he's finished with the sake. Just let things happen, kiddo - life's more fun that way.]

Sorry if he seems tense - the whole thing's new for both of us, really.

[Joseph, the cross-dressing indecent was a disaster. No Matter how well you think you can pull off a dress and makeup, you're built like a brick shithouse. It was never going to work.

Either way, Ichigo's nearly having a conniption - but he at least tries to relax for the sake of the mission. Right up until Joseph mentions it being new for both of them and then it goes right out the window.

God damn it Joseph, he has a cover of having some experience in yakuza dealings! But Fumiko apparently takes it in stride, merely tilting her head.

"Ah yes, I can imagine. You, dear little brother, are most likely not used to a woman being in a high position of power in a family - and you, my charming englishman, are not accustomed to that and how our ways work. I understand. But...."

Almost instantly, it's like the room becomes a freezer - and Fumiko's smile becomes something much more deadly, as if she'd become a hannya right in front of them.

"...Do not think that I am soft, dear little brothers. Or that I would not hesitate to end even charming men such as yourself if need be. Of course, I would not hurt your darling selves, but perhaps you should keep it in mind as you live as members of our family."

And then the tension leaves in a rush, Ichigo giving a quiet exhale and feeling sweat run down his temple as the Oyabun sits back and smiles at them. While he'd been in quite a few life or death situations before, he'd also learned to tell when someone was bluffing, or if they meant what they said - and she meant it, every word. Fumiko was known for being particularly vengeful, after all...]

...Understood, Fumiko-sama.

[Thankfully, their visit was almost over. And it couldn't come fast enough for him.]

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(The shy girl in the file room who has an ear to everything anyone? Can easily AU her into most cop dramas as needed)

[ good luck with this asshole. cross canon okay. ]

[4/5?]

The dock worker with a scar and a limp was no suspicious thing around the waterfront late at night.

If only criminal types knew they were in the presence of Sherlock Holmes, world's only consulting detective. There had been some smuggling rumors of precious artifacts coming in and Sherlock was going to sniff out the culprits. Even if he had to work among them as one of them.

Helping to haul lines and boxes from the ship in question.

Doctor Hooper, had shed ~~her~~ his usual persona of Morgue Director, and sported the cleanshaven, albeit filthy, cheeks of an Irregular along with a flat cap and and a ragged third hand jacket. It was far easier to pretend to be a boy than to invent another male persona, especially as Mister Holmes was not that unobservant.

Why, ~~she~~ he had been pressed into service, ~~Molly~~ Matthew or rather Matty, given ~~her~~ his perceived age, wasn't entirely certain. Was Doctor Watson in some lofty position with his firearm? Or had his wife finally taken the opportunity to sit him down after taking the frying pan he kept attempting to hand off, and struck him with it?

The messenger Holmes had sent down to the morgue hadn't explained that while he tossed his cap and jacket at ~~her~~ Matthew and told ~~her~~ him that Holmes needed help right away. If someone was dead, Holmes could, at the very least, bring them in properly, but then Holmes was never known to do anything properly.

Shortly after being dropped off by the hansom a ways from where ~~she~~ he had been told to go, ~~Molly~~ Matty, soon became a runner, delivering a messages back and forth from between several dockside pubs that were open deep into the night. Messages that ~~she~~ he, of course, read, in addition to getting a good look at the recipients.

Had spotted Holmes, bending his back to a load, that height of his difficult to hide. The pleasant surprise of his musculature was eye opening and she he rather liked the looks of the large mole on his cheek. The hair on the end was a nice touch, so much so that most would only see that and not remember his face.

Sherlock, or rather 'Jones' was his alias this time, mopped his dirty brow with an equally dirty handkerchief. Leaning against a stack of boxes as the men were given a few minutes of break time before the next shipment. He struck a match off his boot and lit a cigarette, listening to the small talk between the men. So far, he had narrowed it down to two of the ships where the artifacts were coming from.

However, one of them wasn't hiring new workers so he was going to have to find a way onto it covertly.

Had a few minutes between message, the bosses happy with ~~her~~ quickness. Had been given a mug of something terribly alcoholic. Smelled strong enough to use as a disinfectant. There were a couple of ships that were interesting. One loaded with opium, the other with human cargo, Chinese and Indian girls to be specific. Plunked ~~her~~-himself down, on a nearby crate, feet swinging and offered up a swallow of the whiskey? in exchange for a puff.

Believing ~~she~~ he had narrowed down which ship Holmes was looking for ~~Molly~~ Matty was ready to take an educated guess. "Parthia. Slaves." Taking a rather practiced inhale after said negotiation had occurred. Second guess, "Abyssinia. Opium."

Holmes gave the boy a narrow look before exchanging the cigarette. That did help narrow it down further. The slave ship was hiding their own share of secrets, which meant the less noticeable cargo would be the opium.

"They ain't hirin'," he said in a cockney accent that was good enough to be native. However, a smaller boy might not be noticed. Especially if they were carrying a message. Holmes scribbles on a bit of paper from his pocket, handing it over to Matty. "Give that to the Captain of the Abyssinia," he says in a low voice, the accent gone.

Winked and tugged ~~her~~ his cap.

Admittedly, ~~she~~ he was having fun. There was some advantage to being ~~her~~ him. Small and lean, a bit of padding to hide other small assets, she could go places neither Holmes nor Watson could. That was...different. Although right now it meant running ~~her~~ his legs off, in a pair of sloppy fitting boots. A hot bath and a good scrub was already looked forward to. Soles hit the mud and gunk with a slap and she was off, first to check in and get the new message, then off to make the deliveries.

Had been aboard the Abyssinia previously and found the Captain easily enough, handing over Holmes' message.

[OTA for gen, F/M for anything shippy. Actually is a cop.]

(ooc: 2 or 7, maybe? Or both?)

Usually, it would have been Murphy calling Harry for backup. But not this time. This time, Murphy was the backup. Apparently, there was a gang of tiny faeries running a protection racket in downtown Chicago. Apparently, there was a certain laundromat, the owner of which had done something that left the wee ones royally pissed off.

Naturally, they had called upon General Toot Toot Minumus, who had in turn called upon Harry Dresden, Lord of Pizza to plead their case. And Harry? Well, he couldn't exactly call the Ghostbusters, so he called Karrin. And here they were.

Stuck in a laundromat.

Surrounded by disgruntled demi-fae.

"What the hell, Harry?"

Harry sighed. "Not my fault. I got here a little bit ago, realized I was going to have to deal with mass numbers of fey, and called for backup immediately. I'm still waiting for Toot-Toot to explain exactly what happened. All I know for sure is that somehow, those fey-"

Harry paused to wave a hand at the group of ten-plus mini-faeries moving, hopping, and bustling around in an agitated fashion, some of whom had the grace to look guilty at said wave, and spoke on.

"--managed to get it into their head to run a protection racket on my turf. And it went well, for awhile. But then the owner here, he did something that pissed off and yet scared the fey, and they went running to a bigger fey, General Minimus, here, who in turn, called in me, since I have connections to the law, The JSC, the white council, and the Fey Courts, all at once. And I'm his superior by his choice."

He sighed. Louder.

"Don't tell me this is the first time you've dealt with pissed-off pixies," Murphy muttered when Harry had heaved his second sigh. She cast a pointed glance at the purple-haired dewdrop faerie who by now was pushing two feet tall, and currently sporting a cap of soap suds.

The General put his hands on his hips, and looked indignant. He was just following the chain of command!

Murphy sighed, and threw her hands up at Harry. "What am I doing here, then? This is your circus!" And it was all she could do to keep from laughing. There were bubbles. Everywhere. She tried again. "What did they do, dump an entire box of detergent into one of the washing machines to get back at the manager for not paying them off?"

"Not entirely." Harry squared his shoulders, then walked to Toot. "Which one is the leader?"

Once Toot-toot had pointed him out, Harry ambled over to him, and knelt to one knee, bringing his head a lot closer to the size of the little one facing him, half-defiant, half unsure if now was the time to flee, and maybe past time.

"Okay. Let's do--" TOot-toot grabbed his shoulder and whispered in his ear, and Harry sighed, but nodded, and spoke more formally.

"By the accords and the rights of nobility and Wild Fae, I come to you, as called by my liegeling. Say on. What are you called, and what happened here?"

And then he had to sit there and listen as not just the main Fae, but a good two dozen wild fae all babbled over each other telling him their tale, and it was a tale, indeed.

It had apparently all started out as Red Fred's idea. Red Fred being one of the friends of the titular leader, Alvin The Bright. At the name, Harry vast a glance at Toot-toot, who's face was auspiciously immobile and full of barely concealed amusement. He had a feeling Toot-toot had been involved in the choosing of that use name.

Anyway, the idea had been to create a gang, an army of sorts, of bored fae, and to bring them together to create a protection racket, which, in their minds, really meant a gang combined with a labor union. Sort of. They had managed, via threats, 'accidents', and other means that Harry really didn't want to know about, to get multiple stores and businesses to employ them to clean, fix, and manage small matters around the businesses.

And everything had gone well, until, John Briemer, the owner of a newly fully working and clean laundromat, decided he didn't need them anymore, and tried to cut them out. Apparently, he had found a dark Fae willing to work for him and maintain the work, if a little less well, for less than the Fae Street Mob(their name for themselves) was demanding. And then he had thrown two out on their ears. hard.

As a result, they rioted, when Briemer's pet Fae was gone, and this was the result. When they were threatened by the Fae and Briemer, they called for help, and that resulted in Harry being there. Briemer had agreed to meet with someone for them, and they had called Toot, and Toot, well, that part Harry knew.

It was right about then that Harry heard the old and always unwelcome sound of a slide pulling back in a fun.

Sopmething told him that Briemer had arrived.

And that was where Murphy came in.

As soon as she heard the gun being cocked, her own was out, pointed toward the source of the sound even as she turned to face it. Some of the smaller pixies scattered, ducking behind chairs, and washing machines. She heard a soft swish of air, and saw a flash of silver out the corner of her eye as Toot Toot drew his little swizzle stick in defense of his wayward people. She knew Harry would be on guard as well, but kept her focus on Briemer. Her finger rested alongside the trigger, and she spat out a harsh warning.

"Drop it."

The man stared at the two of them, and at the faeries, his face twisted in anger and something like disbelief, but there was also something else there, something darker. Something like triumph, and something that made Harry's shoulderblades itch as he turned to face the man, hands spread wide, and empty.

Of course, for him, that simply meant that his hands were ready to make some mojo, but this guy didn't know that.

"I don't think so, Miss Murphy. You and your 'Za Lord can get the hell out of my place before I make you do so." He almost seemed to chat the words, and Harry sidled closer to Murphy, that itching feeling growing. In a voice too quiet for anyone but Karrin to hear, he spoke.

"Bad magic in the air. Keep ready to roll."

Harry then spoke louder.

"Ah, we just were asked to come and find out what was going on, exactly, mister---?" Sure, he knew who this was, but sometimes self-important blowhards liked to toot their own horn. And maybe monologue. This guy could be that dumb.

Harry could hope.

[There was only one place all those dealers had in common, and it was this club. The gang running it were smuggling, at the very least, or (probably) running a whole operation in this neighborhood. But they couldn't find anything that actually seemed to happen at the club. Multiple stakeouts, uniforms finding excuses to search people coming and going, and still nothing.

They were good. But if Masamori and Rei could get in, they'd be better.

Even if he wasn't comfortable in this hat. Masamori looked down the block to the club, where the neon lights had just come on. He turned back to Rei.]

Ready?

[This would probably be one of their toughest assignments yet, but despite how the two of them acted at the station a lot of the time, if people were getting hurt by this, well, they really weren't going to stand for it.

He gives a small grin, readjusting his coat collar.]

Ready as I think both of us are going to be. Here's to hoping the intel's at least somewhat legit.

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