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Criminal - Chapter 4

Billy (viliain) x Female reader (cop)

Prologue/Chapter 1 - CHAPTER 2 - CHAPTER 3 - CHAPTER 4:  He is a sucker

SUMMARY: You always wanted to become a police officer. And you became one of them, brilliantly and they offered you your first case. “The Ghosts” case. The case of fleeting people and one sneaky bastard parkouring around the town to annoy you. You swore to yourself to catch him them.

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NOTE: So here we are with chapter 4! I’m late, I knoooow, but yesterday I wasn’t in a mood to write so I hope you’ll forgive me! I hope you’ll enjoy this chapter! 💕 Update: I had to reupload this again because it wasn’t showing up in the tags, it’s a thing that happens A LOT to me and it’s fecking frustrating so yeah... 

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The place itself was awful. As you looked up you saw the old buildings, in ruin. The neighborhood he had chosen wouldn’t have been your first choice, for sure. But at the same time, a perfect place for exchanges with too much things to look at to find anything. You could smell insalubrity, you could feel it with every inch of your body, brushing against your skin. And even as a cop, you didn’t feel safe in this neighborhood. But, at the same time, you hoped that all of his would lead you somewhere.

You looked around you, ruins. Ruins everywhere. He had chosen a great place, really. A place where you were exposed and vulnerable, a place where he could take you down if he wanted to, but this experiment was wort the shot. Slowly, you walked between the bags and the dust, looking for the corner with a “4” graffiti on it, you found the graffiti on google maps while looking up the coordinates he had gave you in his letter. He knew what he was doing, really. The place was awful, just like him. Him and his cheekiness towards you. Him and his little games. Him. During the last few days, you found yourself thinking more about this solo investigation, his intercourse with the police, and about your own safety. Probably more about your job – and you losing it because of this.

You had worked so much for this position, proving them that it wasn’t because you looked cute and nice that you couldn’t do your work, and first you thought that your boss understood that by giving you this case. But apparently, he had hoped for you to quit as soon as possible. This case was your death sentence, and every move you made moved you closer to the brink. You put a finger on it now, after your big failure when your boss put the blame on you, and you only for this. He was partially right, because this was your idea, but he also was wrong because he could have denied you the troops and everything he had given you for this mission. And even if you found out that the transaction happening in the backroom was linked with one of the biggest companies of the city, your boss refused to acknowledge this as a step forward in your investigation. Of course, because looking up the corporations wasn’t your job apparently, and because dismantling a larger network wasn’t a bigger success than catching the Ghosts. Of course.

You sighed. After a few minutes, you found your corner, the corner Four assigned for your exchanges. The corner where you would become a phoenix or burn to ashes, depending on Four’s will. It was truly your last chance. And when you arrived right next to the walls, you tried to stay calm as you saw the little note he had left you.

“Cute cops are apparently rebel cops! ;)”

What a bastard.

~~~~

“You did what,” One exclaimed through the server Three created for them to speak without attracting cops, well at least for the moment. “I hope you’re joking Four, or I’ll fucking kill you.”

“As if you could,” Four replied maybe too casually to be certain of that.

He had maybe screwed some things up by sending the letter to the cop on their case. But One wanted to congratulate her, he said, for this amazing trap she settled for them, and wanted to know who were the guys behind this informatics trick. And Four took it as a request. Well, he took it as a permit to send her a letter. But apparently it wasn’t a permit. And apparently he got himself into so much trouble.

“I’ll fucking kill him, somebody stop me,” One repeated and Four could hear the frustration. Oops.

“I won’t be the one stopping you,” Two stated as Four only gasped in a dramatic way. “I’ll help if you want.”

“What in the fucking world you thought when you did it,” One asked again, absolutely irritated.

“I thought it would be fun,” Four replied, a bit unsure. Then he heard Three’s chuckle. “Hey, don’t laugh at me, if not you we wouldn’t be in that situation!”

“I screwed up yes, I brought the cops yes, but now you made the cops follow us and seriously? That’s the greatest shit you’ve ever done Four,” Three laughed as One groaned.

“What’s the plan,” Seven asked.

“Guys, don’t you fucking see that I just helped us,” Four insisted, his fingertips taping on the desk.

“Fuck no, enlighten me,” One replied sarcastically.

“If I play it nicely, we’ll be able to gather information from her. We’ll be one step ahead and…”

“You sweet-talked her with bondage,” Seven remarked and Three laughed, “I’m sorry but you’re not our expert in flirt here. I’d rather send Five for the letters and the seducing part.”

“I can help with the letters if you want Four,” Five added in a warm tone, contrasting with the whole situation. She really tried to keep her calm. She really did.

“Guys I can fucking do it I’m not,” he stated before being interrupted – again.

“She doesn’t have to reply,” Two casually said. “He left her the choice. She can absolutely refuse to answer the letters and we won’t have any problem. Am I the only sane person in here?”

“She’s right,” On finally said in a calmer tone. “We keep our fingers crossed that she won’t leave you that letter in the dumpster you asked her to.”

“It’s not a dumps-.”

“It’s a fucking dumpster,” One retorted, “and if she’s sane enough she won’t go there. And if she does, you tell us. Simple. So, subject change until this case is solved. What about our partnership with the company?”

Four sighed. He really hoped that the cute cop would write back. Because he found it funny to tease cops like this, and she looked particularly receptive to this kind of little games:  she ultimately tried to follow a parkour expert well-knowing that he would be faster and smarter than her up there, nonetheless she had tried. And that was quite impressive. And reckless. And he loved recklessness.

Once the had call ended, he turned around to take a look at his crappy place. He wished they could all afford a better place to live in – well, he hoped that One would ultimately share the money they had – but for the moment, this apartment should be enough. He sighed and looked throught the window.

Every night since the last encounter with you, he went to the place in order to see if you replied, hoping secretly to be able to communicate with you. Every night, he took a different path to arrive there, he wandered from roof to roof in order to reach this place and to see, from above, if there was something new on the ground. He put the flashlight right on the dusty fallen fragments of the wall and saw this. He saw the letter. He felt his heart race, he felt a sort of excitement, happiness. An adrenaline rush.

“Dear Four,

Thank you for this letter, I will absolutely accept your offer so this is my reply to all of you.

I have spent a lot of time thinking about what to write in this letter to all of you. I figured out that I probably should answer your questions first. I can’t say who helped me find you, that’s a secret as much as your identities are, am I right? And thanks for the congratulations, I deserved them and will deserve even more when I’ll catch you. Soon :)

I’m truly surprised that you wrote a letter to me, I hope it isn’t compromising at all for you – and probably your teammates. Don’t worry, nobody knows about our exchange, as you asked this is why I came there to put the letter in this dumpster. For a guy wanting bondage apparently, you seem to be more into… Trash from what I see on my computer screen. I’m not judging, just telling that I’m a bit disappointed.

Any requests? ;)

I hope hearing from you soon,

Lovebird aka the cute cop”

This. Is. Not. A. Dumpster.

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This little game of his was going on for weeks, and never seemed to stop. You tried to catch him off guard, but by letters all was too difficult. So, you decided to change your strategy: you had to see him and to keep him under surveillance as much as possible. After you left your letter, you waited a long moment before the sunset and you left, and then, you came back in the morning and the letter wasn’t there. You were sure of it now: he came during the night. Which was logical. But not reassuring at all, not for you.

And, as soon as you could – because you took a few days off – you began to patrol around the place at night, with a black hoodie on while walking fast, and even faster. As you walked, your eyes looking on the ground, you tried to blend in which wasn’t that simple with all these threats around you even when you carried a weapon. You wondered why a woman had to feel insecure at night, even when she was able to defend herself.

One night, after a few exchanged letters, a few coffees and some hours of patrolling you noticed him coming down from the roof, with his blue hoodie on. You saw the happy look on his face when he illuminated the place where you left your letter earlier on that day. You couldn’t help yourself but smirk. You caught your bird, but what he was doing right here wasn’t enough to arrest him by yourself, alone. You needed evidence, you needed proof and you needed to know where he lived.

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