Osmosis Jones x Female Reader

Fuck the Mayor ong

After finding the car you headed back to the FPD station. Once entered you heard the chief calling. "Jones, uh, Y/N, in my office."

Jones jumped on the chief excitedly, but saw that the room looked gloomy. "Hey, hey! Who died? Other than Thrax, that is. Brandy! I mean, Leah!"

"Who the fuck is Brandy?" You whispered to Drix, who just shrugged.

"What are you doing here?"

"You really did it now, Jones."

"Did that chair just talk?! Oh wait— it's the mayor. Tiny ass."

"Mr. Mayor, I didn't see you back there!"

"Disregarding orders, destruction of public flesh, popping a pimple without a permit!" You stepped forward, next to Jones. You did this too. He can't take all the blame.

"What the heck were you doing up there?!" The mayor shouted.

"What was I doin'?! I was promoting good health, sir!"

"Oh, is that what you call it?"

"Sir, he was a lethal virus. If we hadn't stopped him—"

Jones interrupted Drix with, "We'd be fried eggs off of Frank's dead butt!" Which was true.

You made a throat slitting movement to visualize Jones' point.

"Watch your mouth, kid. Talk like that could cause a panic!"

"At least that would start people thinking about what's going on in this body, instead of thinking about some stupid trip!"

"Ok, Jones. You want us to start thinking? Well, here's a thought. You're fired!"

"Uh, sir—"

"Mr. Mayor—"

"You sleezebag—"

"I'll need your badge, mister."

"Figures. I finally do something right for Frank, and I get fired." Jones threw his stuff on the Chief's desk and walked out of the room. You turned towards him and slightly reached your arm out. "Jonsey..." You whimpered, putting your dominant hand on your chest.

Your expression changes from agony to anger, as you turn your head towards the mayor. He looks surprised for a second.

"Earlier you antagonize him for having the worst record in Frank, which was dumb because what he did was a good thing, and when he does something good, YOU THROW HIM ON THE STREET?! You have three officers who witnessed this. Drix graduated from college! Plus, he's only been here for a couple of hours and has done more good for this body than you have! He's probably more suited to be the mayor than you would ever be! You know this body is short on officers because of how bad Frank's health is! I see cells walk into this building exhausted because of how overworked they are!" You were livid. You couldn't even talk anymore because your words would just turn to jumbled phrases. Before the mayor could even open your mouth you chucked your police issued stuff at him. "Take this shit. I quit. I don't feel like doing shit for a place that doesn't value its workers."

You stepped out of the room and saw everyone looking at you. Your heated face dripped away and embarrassment took over. You met with Jones in the locker room to get your stuff.

"They fired you too?" He asked as he put his stuff in his bag.

"No, I quit." You corrected, just having finished opening your locker.

He grinned at you, but stayed silent, busy putting each other's stuff away. A few minutes later as you were taking your taped pictures off Drix walked in. "Oh, Drix, not you too." You said with sympathy.

"I've overstayed my welcome, to put it nicely."

"That little bastard! He has no right to treat us like we're nothing." You grumbled to yourself. Jones patted your back and continued to put his stuff away.

"Atta there, girl. Or you might be put in questioning if he gets assassinated."

You laughed at his response, secretly hoping he does. You looked over at his locker door and saw an adult appropriate calendar with Leah's face taped on it. Just as you looked away he started packing that too, but took her face off and threw it in the trash beside the last locker in the aisle.

"Who's that?" You heard Drix ask.

In curiosity, you took your head out of your locker to see what he was asking about, then saw Jones with a picture frame in his hands which he promptly showed to the both of you.

"Did you know that my great-great-grandpappy fought the measles? Yep. There's been a Jones on the force ever since my ancestors came over on the umbilical cord. Until now, that is." You looked at him. With lidded eyes as you zipped up your bag.

"All right, ladies. Wrap it up now." Demanded one of the guards.

"Well, I, uh... I guess I should get going." The three of you started walking towards the exit of the locker room. "Wouldn't want Frank to build up an immunity to me. Who knows? Maybe next time he takes Drixinol it'll be able to do him some good."

"Oh, don't say that, Drix. You're the best damned pill a human could ever take." You smiled as you all stopped walking.

"Goodbye, Drips."

"That's Drix."

"Whatever."

You smiled and said a goodbye of your own. "Goodbye, Big Guy."

The three of you separately parted ways with each other. You walked to your car but still saw Jones' beauty in the parking lot. "Guess he didn't take it."

You dug in our pocket for your keys but your fingertips hit something else first. Something more thin.

"Paper? I throw all my trash awa—" You paused. Jones' number. You wondered when he could've slipped it in. "When he was touching my ass... Jones you sly dog." You smirked to yourself. You got into your car and drove off. The only place you could go was home. So that's where you went. As soon as you got inside your apartment you started looking for more jobs.

"Spleen, liver, colon... Eugh." Your job search went on for a while. Your eyes drooped from looking at a bright screen in a dark room. You couldn't take it anymore. You rubbed your eyes and made your way toward your bed.

"I'll do it tomorrow..." You said before you slammed yourself in your bed. You grabbed your phone and decided to text Jones, letting him know you got his number.

Y/N: Hey Jonsey. It's me, Y/N. I got your number

Osmosis: Hey baby! Watchin a drem rn. Talk later. K?

Osmosis: *dream

Y/N: Got it. Have fun <3

"Oh Frank, should I have sent the heart?" You shot up from your bed and put your hand on your translucent hair. "No! It's fine! He won't think much about it. Will he? Ugh!" You let your body fall back, hitting your head on the headboard. "Fuck!" You shouted while rubbing the pain away.