An Unstable City *On Hold*

Missed Opportunity

Y/N POV 

"This is probably the best food I've had on a stakeout." Isabela was eating out of a Chinese takeout container with her feet rested on the dashboard and her chair reclined. Her light hair was hanging behind her as it was tied back in a ponytail. 

"I know all the good spots." I was scanning the entry to the apartment building we were sitting outside of. 

"That you do. But I still don't get why the Captain keeps sending you out on this useless crap." She glances at me as I glare at her. 

"For your information I volunteered for this 'useless crap'. I've been trying to get these guys for a month." I turn my attention to a man walking into the building, with a large bag in his hand. 

"What did they even do anyway?" She places down the food and sits up to watch him too. 

"Didn't you read the casefile?" I look away from the man, he isn't the suspect. 

"Nope. Thought you would fill me in. Plus I got added onto this last minute since Dan couldn't make it." She shrugs and I sigh. 

"Uh huh. They are twins that like to rob banks. They've been doing it all around the city until they skipped town, I tracked them and they second they walked back into city limits, I got them. Their hide out is in that building. I just need more proof." I explain quickly as I watch someone walk out of the building. He glances over his shoulder and my hand flies to my pistol that's resting on the glove compartment. 

"Woah! Relax there, Ma'am. You're jumpier then I thought." Isabela cracks a smile and I glance at her again. 

"Being jumpy has saved my life a few times over. How new are you again?" I relax, noticing it's not my man. 

"I graduated from the academy a few months ago, this is the first precinct I've been stationed at. So like 3 weeks." She shrugs and I sigh again. 

"You've got a lot to learn kid." I lean back into the chair and break apart a fortune cookie, tossing the piece of paper into our trash bag. 

"You have to read that!" She reaches into the bag and stuffs it into my hand. 

"All of these things are stupid." But I uncrumple the piece of paper and flip it over to read the writing. You will regret your next decision. 

"What does it say?" Isabela prompts/ 

"Apparently I'm gonna regret a decision. Not like that doesn't happen on a daily basis." I toss the paper back into the bag but I see her fish it out again, placing it into her pocket. 

"Yeah wel-" Isabela is cut off by my radio going off. 

"Anderson." Our Chief, Tom Allen, spoke. He moved here from England a few years back and still had a rather strong accent, it came out even stronger over radio.

"Yes, Sir?" I respond quickly. 

"I need you back here." He sounds like he's walking quickly down the hall. 

"I can't. I'm on a job." I answer watching the building again. 

"We have Romanoff. I need you back here to talk to her." He explains and I groan. 

"I can't come off this case. You know that." I watch a man walk towards the building and he drops a bag by the door. 

"She's gonna be free again in an hour. She's got Louis representing her. The second he gets here, she's free." Tom says and I flick my eyes to the bag and the man to the clock. 

"Is that an order, Sir? Or just a request." I ask.

"Anderson, don't make me-" 

"Answer the question, Sir." I interrupt. "Because I have my target in sight."