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Scarlet grit her teeth. "C'mon chief! You need ta let take this!" she shouted in a thick Chicago accent.

"No!" her boss slammed his empty mug of coffee onto his desk.

"Please sir." She sighed and sat down upon the decision to take a different approach, "This could be our lead, our passage into the Ironclads. We could take them down, sir." Scarlet looked down at her little journaling pad, playing with the yellow edge that kept curling upward. Their eyes met and she gave him a saddened expression,"Don't you want to keep Virtue safe? For your daughter?" she asked softly.

Chief Bogato narrowed his eyes, not trusting the innocence in hers for a second, "My daughter has nothing to do with this, Detective O'Bryvan."

"But doesn't she live here?" she asked, curling once of her scarlet ringlets around her index finger, "They're too powerful, sir." The curly haired detective reminded him humbly,"Please, just let me take this one case, this one robbery. It's the first we've seen that isn't directly IC." Scarlet looked up, cocked her head, and tried her argument once more. "Who else would be bold enough to do this in their territory than a rouge?"

Her partner rubbed his bagged eyes from under his large, filthy, spectacles. "I agree with Scarlett." he shrugged at their glances and pressed a button on his tiny phone scene, "Why not try and take them down?" he asked from the corner of Bogato's large office, "Finally when we have an opportunity to do so that's not as dangerous." Bart said without looking up from his iPhone 3+.

Scarlet couldn't help her surprise, but knew better than to dash their chances with expressing it. "Yes, this is our chance."

"Don't see why we can't." He said with a shrug, his dirty blonde bangs falling through his wired frames into his eyes.

The Chief sighed at the lazy man's choice of timing and shook his head. Messaging the bridge of his nose, he actually considered her proposition. Perhaps she was onto something if Bart was listening. And it was only one run down store. "Take the case O'Bryvan."

Scarlett jumped up from her chair and shook his hand vigorously,"Oh thank you, sir. Thank you, thank you!" she said quickly before running out the door, her orange hair bouncing with her movement,"I'll make you proud, sir!" she shouted over her shoulder from the front.

"Sure," Chief Bogato scoffed and picked up some paperwork, annoyed that Bartholomew was lingering in his office.

She couldn't help boasting on her way out to the care, "I got the casseee~~" she sang, but no one seemed to care.

Her exhausted partner eventually stood and slowly followed her out the door, almost jamming into a post.

Bart glanced up at her dancing around the car outside the short, brick building. He pushed the glass door open and stumbled down the steps, nearly falling on his face. He regained his balance and rubbed his eyes. "Congrats Scar." He said groggily upon noticing at how excited she was.

"Thanks!" she snickered as she jumped inside her cop car. Now that he was out of the office, he reached into his pocket and pulling out a cigarette. He lit it before placing it between his cracked lips.

He took a breath of it then tapped it against the top of her window. "So, what's our first move?" He asked apathetically.

She grinned at the question,"Too the scene of the crime!" she squealed at the cranking of the small armoured car.

Just before pulling out she glanced over to him. The sluggard was scratching his neck with a burning stick in his mouth. "Hey, hey," she started with furrowed firey brows. He looked up, confused. She plucked the cigarette from his lips and threw it out the window onto the concrete,"Not in my car, remember?" she shook her head then started off towards the jewelry store.

He groaned in annoyance, crossing his arms. "Fine." He grumbled like a kid who couldn't eat his halloween candy. "Jerk." he said, sticking his tongue out at her. She scoffed, ignoring his childish pouting.

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While the detective got to work, Jesseye slept through the worst of her hangover.

The young ex-convict groaned and rubbed his head in the morning. Shane sighed and sat up, shooting Jesseye a text. "Where r you?" He mumbled before laying back down and staring at the roof of his van.

She groaned at her phone's ringer and rubbed her eyes,'In bed.' She answered, her head throbbing. The beer had been much stronger than expected, which didn't help the fact that she had been completely sober for at least six months. 'U?' Her head swam simply sitting here, but she was so hungry. 'Remind me not to drink XP,' she added several minutes later. "Fur whatever reason."

Shane yawned, rubbed his eyes, then groaned as he sat up. "Agggghhh."

She sighed deeply as she remembered basically confessing. "Lord, help me..."She hoped she didn't do anything stupid, but everything was a blur after her third glass.

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The clock nearly read two when she finally rose from Jazza's coffin of a bed. Jesseye moaned, gripping the large rat's nest of a mane while leaning against a door frame. "Damnit," she mumbled under her breath before glancing up to the car her friend was working on. "Why did you let me drink so loud?!" She winced heavily at her own noise, tears trickling down her face.

Jazza creeped out from under her car and looked at the swaying girl sympathetically,"I'm sorry, Jess." She stood up and walked over to her, rubbing her shoulders like a mother would, "I shoulda cut you both off earlier but ya were havin fun."

The other woman frowned and draped her arms around her. "My head hurts so bad," she whispered through a soft sob.

"I know, hun,"Jazza squeezed her once then leaned back. She tucked a strand of her wild hair behind her ear and sighed,"Lay down. I'll get cha somethin," she promised with a nod.

Jesseye hiccuped, turned, then fell face first into the bed. She moaned into the comforter but slapped her friend away when she tried to help her,"I kin do it," she grumbled before curling into a ball.

"Haven't been hungover much, have you?" A familiar, amused, male voice questioned her from the doorframe.

"Noo," she groaned in into Jazza's pillow, tugging frustratingly at the silk case.

Shane shook his head, pulled up a chair, and sat in it backwards, "It'll fade by tonight." He explained, leaning forward against the back. He ran a hand through his nearly negro hair and sighed deeply as he watched her.

Jesseye moaned some more before flopping her head towards his voice. "Lord I hope so," she whispered her desperation. A faint memory crossed her mind, his question, her answer. Her stupid, stupid answer. Worry filled her eyes. He was probably more motivated to leave than ever. She lowered her gaze with a sigh. "I do anything dumb last night?" She asked softly, hoping to God she didn't try to kiss him or something.

He cocked his head and rubbed his neck. "Mmm, I don't think so." He said shaking his head. "Not that I can remember." He said, trying to think back to what had happened the night before.

She breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh thank God." She just hoped her crush wouldn't make things weird.

"We just hung out." Shane reported nonchalantly. A small smile crossed her lips. He decided to not mention the fact that he now knew she liked him. He knew it would make her nervous.

She stretched out then sat up a bit,"Yeah? Guess gotta figure out sellin stuff," Jesseye mentioned with a groan, rubbing her eyes. She sighed deeply as she tried to detangle her hair a bit. "Guess imma light weight," she winced at her own laugh then hugged herself. She hated that he was seeing her like this, but her hungover self couldn't do anything about it.

He shrugged and rested his head on the back of the chair. "That's ok." He said with a smile. "Is there anything you need?" He asked softly as he rubbed his eye. He didn't feel too hungover, but his head did hurt.

She shook her head,"No, thanks." Without thought her dim green eyes studied him softly. He pretended not to notice, sighing deeply as he glanced around Jazza's little hideout. Raggedy plastic shades, cloths shrewn into a corner, lots of darks; not much style -- seemed more like a bachelor pad than anything. The only real thing that shouted girl in here was, other than Jesseye, her overflowing make up bag and closet. He wouldn't be surprised if Jazza had another closetful of outfits hidden somewhere.

Jesseye clearing her throat snapped him out of thought. It had more than a few minutes and she was now curled up into a ball on her side. 'He knows. He knows why I'm blushing.' She thought frantically, her face dawning crimson torture, "You, um, don't have to stay...we're not cellmates," she mentioned quietly, her gaze fixed on the wall ahead of her. Maybe their jobs could do more for just money, give her a distraction from her partner in crime.

He cocked his head in amusement, studying her red face. Now that she'd said it, it was so obvious. He couldn't help poking fun *atleast* a bit, "You sure?" He asked with a split brow raised.

She nodded, her cheeks burning,"Y-yeah." She glanced down to the covers and kneaded the queen like a cat, "Pretty sure jail doesn't have a bed this comfy." she tried to tell him with a light, nervous snicker.

"Yeah.." he pretended to mull over her point, "But I'll stay. I know you like company." Shane reminded her with a sly twist of his olive lips, "You're a social butterfly." He reminded her with a small laugh.

"Not today," she argued with a shake of her aching head.

He chuckled lowly from his chair, "What? You afraid I'll pounce?" Her skin jumped as if shocked. Her eyes immediately returned to the wall. A whole new hue of red conquered her cheeks. 'So she *can* think dirty.' he concluded mentally, watching her with an accomplished smirk.

The normally spunky ginger spent the next several minutes in absolute silence. She never knew someone could make her heart beat this fast, and so suddenly. Jesseye clenched her eyes shut. If he was using her attraction like this already, she was doomed. "Just don't expect bouncin Jesseye today." she promised, her voice holding none of the threats she tried to give it.