Devilish • Jazz x Prowl

48 Hours

It had been 48 hours since Jazz escaped confinement. Everyone in the Iacon Police Department was frustrated, having struggled to capture the notorious trickster for two months, but none were as frustrated as Prowl. He'd been on the case for years and as the captain of the force, people expected him to provide results. And just when he thought he'd finally won, the unthinkable happened. Frankly, he shouldn't be surprised.

Prowl was sat at his desk, looking exhausted as usual, with loads of datapads scattered across the desk's surface. Another long day and another dead end. Jazz was being very meticulous with covering his tracks, making it nearly impossible to get a lead. The public was no help either. Despite the posters and electronic displays he'd put up around Iacon, the department had received no calls or tips. It seemed Prowl was stuck back at square one.

Until he received the message.

He would've missed it completely if his work computer hadn't blinked to show there was an incoming message. The datapad in his servo was quickly forgotten as his other servo reached over to tap a few keys on the keyboard. Upon acceptance, the message file opened a small window that began playing a voice recording. While there was no video, Prowl immediately knew who the voice belonged to.

<<Hey there, Prowler. Miss me? HAH! 'Course you do!>>

Prowl rolled his optics. He certainly did not miss Jazz.

<<Anyways, let's get down to business shall we? As you know, I've escaped that pretty little cell ya locked me in. I had a nice stay, but it was time to move on. Can't stay in one place, y'know? Now that I'm a free bot again, I was thinkin' maybe we could meet up somewhere. It's been a while since I've seen ya, Prowler. We need to catch up! So how 'bout this, you meet me at these coordinates at noon tomorrow... and we'll have a nice chat. How's that sound? Oh, and don't bring any of your friends. This is just between me an' you, got it? Awesome. See ya then! Have fun fixin' this fancy computer of yours!>>

Prowl raised an optic ridge as the message ended, unsure of what Jazz had meant by that. Though, he figured it out pretty quickly when his computer suddenly shorted out. His optics narrowed into a frown and he banged his fist on the desk.

"Damn you, Jazz!" He growled.

His anger didn't last long, though and soon enough he was sinking back in his chair, an exasperated sigh escaping past his dermas. Great. He was being dragged into yet another one of Jazz's games. Perhaps this time he would have more luck.

Here we go again...

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While Prowl was tempted to have some backup stationed nearby in case things went sour, he knew better than to disobey Jazz's wishes. He refused to put other officers at risk, especially if it could've been easily avoided by just going alone. He often worked alone anyways, so it wasn't anything new.

It soon became obvious that Jazz wanted to meet in a more secluded area. Iacon itself wasn't very secluded since it was a large city, but it had some sketchy places. The closer you got to the outskirts, the sketchier things became. Prowl was aware of this since most of the calls he responded to dealt with sectors like these.

Once he got within walking distance of the coordinates, Prowl transformed out of his vehicle mode and proceeded on foot. As he walked, he maintained a relaxed posture with his arms at his sides. If anyone suspected something based on the way he was acting, he could easily get gunned down. They outnumbered him 10 to 1. All he had to do was remain calm and hope no one was itching to fight. Police officers weren't welcome there and often got beat up solely because of the badge they wore.

Prowl checked his scanner. No immediate threats. He was coming up on the coordinates, which looked to be an abandoned warehouse that was well off the street. He would be extremely lucky if this didn't turn out to be a trap.

The police bot pushed the warehouse doors open with a loud creak and stepped inside. "Jazz, I'm here." He called out, his gaze shifting all around the room. It was very open with little cover, which made him a bit nervous.

After hearing no response for nearly two minutes, Prowl began to think this was all just a prank and grew frustrated with himself. He should've known.

"I was wonderin' if you'd show up!"

Prowl tensed. Jazz's voice seemed to echo from every direction. He instinctively reached for his weapon, but stopped himself short. Do you want to get shot? Idiot. He forced himself to relax, his optics searching for Jazz. "Show yourself. I don't have all day."

"Well clear your schedule, Prowler, 'cause I intend to keep ya here for a while." Jazz giggled as he dropped from his perch in the ceiling, landing directly in front of Prowl. He placed a servo on his hip and cocked his head to the side, his visor gleaming with curiosity. "Damn, you are lookin' sharp! Is that a new paint job? I like the contrast of the black and the white. Real clean."

Prowl wasn't having it. "Cut to the chase, Jazz. Why'd you bring me here?" He questioned, crossing his arms over his chassis.

Jazz flashed a grin and chuckled. "Straight to business, huh? Can't complain 'bout that. You've never been one to mess around." He started walking circles around Prowl, humming a soft tune. "I still haven't forgiven ya for locking me away, y'know."

"I don't need your forgiveness. You deserved it." Prowl retorted sharply.

Jazz halted just behind Prowl, his playful grin slowly turning into something more sinister. "Oh, Prowl." He sounded apologetic, but was in fact the complete opposite. "You never learn, do ya?"

In a flash, he snatched one of Prowl's doorwings and yanked down.

A choked cry of pain and surprise escaped Prowl as he nearly lost his footing from the use of force. The sensitive circuitry in his doorwing screamed at him to get rid of the pressure, but he couldn't do a thing in his current position. Jazz had him bent backwards, using his doorwing to pin him so he couldn't move. A few strained vents managed to escape as he shifted his optics to look up at Jazz.

"I'm sorry, did I hurt ya?" Jazz's voice dripped with fake concern. His grin had grown into more of a sneer. He slowly twisted Prowl's doorwing to the left, finding the police bot's pain and discomfort amusing. "We're gonna have so much fun. Just you wait." He chuckled darkly.

"Why are you doing this..?" Prowl growled through clenched denta, his expression contorting in pain.

"Haven't ya heard the expression 'revenge is sweet'? After all you've done to me, I think I deserve a little sweet revenge."

Prowl's breath hitched in his throat. His optics widened as Jazz lifted his arm and swiftly brought his elbow down on his face. He crumpled to the ground, dazed and rapidly approaching unconsciousness, Jazz's laughter being the last thing registered by his audio receptors before things grew dark.

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Welcome to another Jazz x Prowl book! I love this ship so much, I just had to start another fic about them.

Just to clear things up, this is an AU where Jazz is a criminal mastermind/trickster and Prowl is the cop that is constantly chasing after him. It's a slowburn, enemies to lovers type book with lots of angst, so buckle up! I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter!