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pookabox2014-09-04 06:39 am
dragonconqueror) wrote in pookabox2014-09-04 06:39 am
cop/thief AU for 2cool4guardian
[The roar of an engine purred down the street at 2am, the rider stopping it a block from his destination. With a sweep of hair, he pulled his helmet off, scanning the skies above the roof of a museum building before sweeping his leg around and off one side of the bike, kicking out the stand and hanging the helmet on one of the handle bars. With a small frown, Detective Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the III lifted his intercom to his mouth, holding down the button to speak into it.]
Are you sure it was this museum, Fishlegs?
Positive! [Fishlegs' voice crackled over the system, sounding excited but nervous at the same time.] That's what the message the chief got overnight said. Catch me if you can. 2am, at the museum downtown.
Now he's just taunting us.
[Hiccup grumbled under his breath, yawning into his hand. Who the hell challenged cops to come and get him at 2am? Apparently their new little thief. There had already been a batch of robberies over the last few weeks, all with a similar pattern. Hiccup ran his hand down his face, then pulled his gun from the halter on his belt as he replaced his intercom, running across the street. The museum was naturally quiet, but it looked broken into. Hiccup stepped through the broken glass, looking around. Ah, there was the security guard, knocked out with chloroform no doubt.
The young man made his way down through the exhibits, not sure what he was looking for but knowing enough to be Genre Savvy. There had been a crowd here a few days ago when he'd come himself with his girlfriend on their last date (ever. Astrid broke up with him that afternoon to focus on her own career), all gathering to see the Hope Diamond, the biggest diamond in the world.
Hiccup let his feet drag him over to the exhibition room, eyes looking this way and that. He wouldn't let a thief get the drop on him.]
Are you sure it was this museum, Fishlegs?
Positive! [Fishlegs' voice crackled over the system, sounding excited but nervous at the same time.] That's what the message the chief got overnight said. Catch me if you can. 2am, at the museum downtown.
Now he's just taunting us.
[Hiccup grumbled under his breath, yawning into his hand. Who the hell challenged cops to come and get him at 2am? Apparently their new little thief. There had already been a batch of robberies over the last few weeks, all with a similar pattern. Hiccup ran his hand down his face, then pulled his gun from the halter on his belt as he replaced his intercom, running across the street. The museum was naturally quiet, but it looked broken into. Hiccup stepped through the broken glass, looking around. Ah, there was the security guard, knocked out with chloroform no doubt.
The young man made his way down through the exhibits, not sure what he was looking for but knowing enough to be Genre Savvy. There had been a crowd here a few days ago when he'd come himself with his girlfriend on their last date (ever. Astrid broke up with him that afternoon to focus on her own career), all gathering to see the Hope Diamond, the biggest diamond in the world.
Hiccup let his feet drag him over to the exhibition room, eyes looking this way and that. He wouldn't let a thief get the drop on him.]
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Drinking before driving? I wasn't expecting that from you, detective.
[He rolls his eyes when he's called that. Hilarious.] Drop the mister, you aren't one of my students. And yes, I do. Kids are the most important to me and whom I give my life to.
[And that sounds truer than anything else he's said so far. Probably because it is true. Both his jobs are for the kids.]
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It's just the one drink. You'd need it too if you dealt with what I have today.
[He doesn't say anything more than that. He already told Jack too much this morning, so he's not going to talk about himself again tonight. Hiccup tilts his head back for a longer drink before setting his glass down on the table, stretching his legs out and unable to stop himself from raising an eyebrow.]
They're lucky to have such a dedicated teacher.
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So this little outing isn't enough to distract you? Sorry for being boring.
[He grins to show he's kidding - as much as he's dying to hear more about what happened, staying on the robbery topic is dangerous and he should avoid it if he can. He won't stop Hiccup from talking about it since that'd be too suspicious, but he can't allow himself to be curious about it either.
The chuckle that comes then is more sincere, since something tells him this particular cop actually means the compliment. Now that's new.]
You can bet your badge they are. Oh wait, is that illegal or something. Maybe I should try "thank you".
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[He swirls the scotch around in his glass, crossing one leg over the other as he sighs into his glass. The grin does make him relax a little more, though not by much. Despite the ride around the city for a couple of hours, his mood was still slightly sour, though he did put on a front to be able to enjoy tonight. After all, it wasn't every day he got to go on a date with someone so cute.
...wait what.
Shaking his head out of his thoughts and reminding himself that this wasn't a date, he inclines his head.]
A thank you would suffice. Though I don't know if badge betting is illegal.
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Thankfully their food arrives just in time to provide some distraction, and Jack digs in while trying to think how to save this night.]
If it isn't I call dibs on yours. Hey, I could make a raffle for it, get some money for the school.
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What? Would that be like a stripper night only instead of placing dibs on cops, it's on their badges?
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Are you telling you have been bid on, detective?