Bear Meets Girl
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Its Chief Gentry. Lynsey leaned back. And are you comfortable up there on your high horse, Crushek?
I just mean
You sit there in your safe little world
With drug dealers and gun-running biker gangs?
and youre completely unaware of whats going on with your own.
Crushek nodded. Right. Were being hunted. But were always being hunted.
That shits only part of it, and thats really what The Group and KZS are for. They handle the big-game hunters and the lowlife dogfighters. Sometimes we step in and clean up to protect ourselves, and other times
And other times what?
And other times weve got our own troubles among our own kind.
You want me to arrest
When theyre doing something illegal, yes, I want you to arrest our own kind. Lets face it. Our kind can get away with a lot of shit because theyre big, mean, and will eat the witnesses. Or, at the very least, get the hyenas to eat the witnesses. She picked up a stack of folders she hadnt managed to go through yet. Weve got meth dealers, bookies, hitters, leg breakers. She dropped the folders. And do you think we can really send in a bunch of full-humans to take down a hyena-run meth ring? Or bear-run bookmakers?
Weve never got in their way before.
Of course we have, but in this day and age, its harder to protect all our kind unless we can get there first. Unless we deal with it first.
The polar, agitated, folded his arms over his chest. So you didnt hire me to ...
To what?
Crush shook his head. Nothing. What do you need me for exactly?
I brought you here because of your stellar record. Youre good, Crushek. And I was tired of waiting for you to get off your ass and see it was time for you to move to the next level. Okay?
Yeah. The polars big arms loosened and he gazed directly at her. So ... who am I going to be partnered with now?
Well ... you get along with MacDermot, dont you?
Cella met Smith at the front door of the Brooklyn precinct. As always, being cat and dog, they sized each other up.
My, my, someone looks casual, Smith remarked, looking over Cellas seen-better-days sweats.
And I thought Levi stopped making that particular style of jeans in 1976, she shot back.
Grinning, they walked into the precinct and Chuck, the guard manning the front desk, glared at both of them. No fighting on the elevator, he warned them.
Who? Us? Cella asked before the doors closed.
And once the doors closed ... ?
Cella swung first, connecting with Smiths shoulder. The She-wolf growled and swungback. The pair quickly put each other in headlocks and stayed that way until the elevator stopped at the eighth floor. The doors slid open and Dez MacDermot was there with a cardboard box in her hands.
She gave an annoyed sigh. Both of you cut it out!
She stepped into the elevator, forcing her way between the pair. Honestly. Cant take you bitches anywhere.
The dog started it, Cella quickly stated.
MacDermot stared at her. Really? Chuck? she called out.
It was the feline, the guard said over the elevators speaker.
Smith laughed and Cella rolled her eyes. Everybodys a goddamn rat... .
The elevator doors opened again and the trio stepped out on the ninth floor. On each floor of this building the cops handled different crimes or research, mostly specific to shifters. But the ninth floor housed the elite team members and detectives. MacDermot had proved she belonged on this floor a long time ago.
Whats all that? Smith asked MacDermot, gesturing to what she held in her hands.
Just some research. Im not finished yet, but Gentry wanted me in her office. Figured I could drop these off at my desk. MacDermot gave Cella a once-over. You look very ... casual.
Ive got a game tomorrow.
Okay, if you feel thats really a good enough excuse.
Both of you are such bitches.
MacDermot walked to her desk, dropping the papers and folders off there, before smiling and winking at the male now sitting at the desk across from hers.
Cella barely glanced at the man, noticing the surprise on his face when she passed, but he looked away so quickly that she didnt think much about it. Until she stepped into Gentrys office and stopped.
What? Smith asked her when Cella went stiff.
Lifting her head, Cella sniffed the air. Hey ... hey! Isnt that ... ?
Leave it alone, Malone, MacDermot warned her.
Come on, Desiree. Smith shook her head. You must know her by now.
Jesus Christ, what was she doing here? Of course, if shed been at MacDermots party, they must be friends, but there was no way that woman was a cop. In fact, Crush had just assumed she was some rich feline that MacDermot had met through her husband. The Llewellyn Pride were very wealthy lions and knew lots of other wealthy cats. But no self-respecting rich New York feline would be caught dead in those sweat clothes with those rips, holes, and bleach stains; or those battered sneakers, no makeup, and her hair in a sloppy ponytail at the top of her head. Yeah, okay, shed come from the gym, but she didnt have time for a quick shower either? Instead, she was offending everyone with her overwhelming scent. The scent that part of him wanted to roll around in until he was completely saturated with it.
I just mean
You sit there in your safe little world
With drug dealers and gun-running biker gangs?
and youre completely unaware of whats going on with your own.
Crushek nodded. Right. Were being hunted. But were always being hunted.
That shits only part of it, and thats really what The Group and KZS are for. They handle the big-game hunters and the lowlife dogfighters. Sometimes we step in and clean up to protect ourselves, and other times
And other times what?
And other times weve got our own troubles among our own kind.
You want me to arrest
When theyre doing something illegal, yes, I want you to arrest our own kind. Lets face it. Our kind can get away with a lot of shit because theyre big, mean, and will eat the witnesses. Or, at the very least, get the hyenas to eat the witnesses. She picked up a stack of folders she hadnt managed to go through yet. Weve got meth dealers, bookies, hitters, leg breakers. She dropped the folders. And do you think we can really send in a bunch of full-humans to take down a hyena-run meth ring? Or bear-run bookmakers?
Weve never got in their way before.
Of course we have, but in this day and age, its harder to protect all our kind unless we can get there first. Unless we deal with it first.
The polar, agitated, folded his arms over his chest. So you didnt hire me to ...
To what?
Crush shook his head. Nothing. What do you need me for exactly?
I brought you here because of your stellar record. Youre good, Crushek. And I was tired of waiting for you to get off your ass and see it was time for you to move to the next level. Okay?
Yeah. The polars big arms loosened and he gazed directly at her. So ... who am I going to be partnered with now?
Well ... you get along with MacDermot, dont you?
Cella met Smith at the front door of the Brooklyn precinct. As always, being cat and dog, they sized each other up.
My, my, someone looks casual, Smith remarked, looking over Cellas seen-better-days sweats.
And I thought Levi stopped making that particular style of jeans in 1976, she shot back.
Grinning, they walked into the precinct and Chuck, the guard manning the front desk, glared at both of them. No fighting on the elevator, he warned them.
Who? Us? Cella asked before the doors closed.
And once the doors closed ... ?
Cella swung first, connecting with Smiths shoulder. The She-wolf growled and swungback. The pair quickly put each other in headlocks and stayed that way until the elevator stopped at the eighth floor. The doors slid open and Dez MacDermot was there with a cardboard box in her hands.
She gave an annoyed sigh. Both of you cut it out!
She stepped into the elevator, forcing her way between the pair. Honestly. Cant take you bitches anywhere.
The dog started it, Cella quickly stated.
MacDermot stared at her. Really? Chuck? she called out.
It was the feline, the guard said over the elevators speaker.
Smith laughed and Cella rolled her eyes. Everybodys a goddamn rat... .
The elevator doors opened again and the trio stepped out on the ninth floor. On each floor of this building the cops handled different crimes or research, mostly specific to shifters. But the ninth floor housed the elite team members and detectives. MacDermot had proved she belonged on this floor a long time ago.
Whats all that? Smith asked MacDermot, gesturing to what she held in her hands.
Just some research. Im not finished yet, but Gentry wanted me in her office. Figured I could drop these off at my desk. MacDermot gave Cella a once-over. You look very ... casual.
Ive got a game tomorrow.
Okay, if you feel thats really a good enough excuse.
Both of you are such bitches.
MacDermot walked to her desk, dropping the papers and folders off there, before smiling and winking at the male now sitting at the desk across from hers.
Cella barely glanced at the man, noticing the surprise on his face when she passed, but he looked away so quickly that she didnt think much about it. Until she stepped into Gentrys office and stopped.
What? Smith asked her when Cella went stiff.
Lifting her head, Cella sniffed the air. Hey ... hey! Isnt that ... ?
Leave it alone, Malone, MacDermot warned her.
Come on, Desiree. Smith shook her head. You must know her by now.
Jesus Christ, what was she doing here? Of course, if shed been at MacDermots party, they must be friends, but there was no way that woman was a cop. In fact, Crush had just assumed she was some rich feline that MacDermot had met through her husband. The Llewellyn Pride were very wealthy lions and knew lots of other wealthy cats. But no self-respecting rich New York feline would be caught dead in those sweat clothes with those rips, holes, and bleach stains; or those battered sneakers, no makeup, and her hair in a sloppy ponytail at the top of her head. Yeah, okay, shed come from the gym, but she didnt have time for a quick shower either? Instead, she was offending everyone with her overwhelming scent. The scent that part of him wanted to roll around in until he was completely saturated with it.
