My Word is Law (Thranduil x OC)

1 | A Strange Encounter

This story is being co-authored with .Elbereth43

Note: This chapter has mentions of things that could be triggering. They have been tagged is case of that. 

Tagged items: 

The K/ Kl/x Kl/n, (u, u, a)

G/ns (u)

Please enjoy!

Taylor Martinez was a police officer in New York City, twenty-eight years old and single. She did her job well, though the male officers often thought that she would have been better to get another job and leave the heavy work to them. Taylor did no such thing.

She loved her job. There was only one problem. She wasn't trusted by the people she helped. She was African-American. This had caused her a lot of problems. People were so prejudiced sometimes.

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Taylor was driving back from the Police Station late one night for her break, because she had had a busy day's work.

Her phone rang. She groaned softly. She hated night-time calls. They always affected how she slept.

She answered.

"Hello?"

She heard the Inspector's voice bark from the other end of the line.

"OFFICER MARTINEZ, WE NEED YOU TO COME OVER HERE IMMEDIATELY."

Does he always have to speak in capitals? She wondered.

"Yes, Inspector Brown." She said. "What am I needed for?"

"YOU'LL HAVE TO TAKE OVER OFFICER WILLIAMS' BEAT. HE'S OUT SICK."

Taylor inwardly groaned. Why did this always happen to her? It just happened that there was no one else to take over.

"Yes, Inspector."

Taylor turned the car around at the next roundabout. No illegal U-turns for Taylor, thank you very much.

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She walked into the station ten minutes later. The Inspector looked up from his desk.

"SO GLAD YOU COULD MAKE IT, OFFICER MARTINEZ."

Taylor smiled weakly. "Yeah, me too..."

He told her where she would be going, and where she would need to keep an eye out.

She nodded. "I'll go and start now. I should have been gone fifteen minutes ago."

"HOLY COW, YOU SHOULD HAVE. OFF YOU GO."

Taylor stifled a giggle. He was so loud, yet so inexpressive.

She went off in the police car, leaving her own behind.

The beat was as normal as a beat can get. Taylor saw two young teens trying to set some trash on fire, and got out.

"Hey kids, you're not supposed to do that, you know," Taylor pointed out.

The smaller teen, a girl, fled. The boy faced her defiantly.

"And?"

"'And' since it's forbidden, you don't do it, okay?"

He looked sullenly at her. Taylor sighed inwardly.

"Where do you live?"

He remained silent,