\\Trinity Oneshots//

Yes Ma'am (Beynika) {G!P}

Beyoncé POV
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I was patrolling the streets, I wasn't on a call or anything just there to intimidate people who aren't doing what they're supposed to.

I've always wanted to be a police officer, everything about it interested me. The exhilaration of being on duty, saving people, and helping people made me feel like I was actually doing something for the world.

My father died on the job, after a huge shootout between gangs. Instead of becoming part of the problem, I decided to help. Yeah, I've been shot a couple of times but knowing that I possibly saved someone's life either physically or spiritually makes it all worth it.

During my years in this job, I've seen and dealt with a lot of people, some more serious, others just teenagers committing petty crimes. But no one quite like Onika.

I've arrested her a few times before, all for things that can be excused on warning. She steals and vandalizes things, only a few counts of being of public disturbance. She's been in the back of my car more times than I can count on both hands but I don't have it in me to put her behind bars.

I'm just happy she's doing this for money instead of what I've seen other girls her age do. She's nineteen and it's dangerous for her to be out in the streets by herself at night. It doesn't help that she's like five feet tall.

I always make an effort to patrol in a more incognito car on her nights, she only comes out on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays. I patrol on these nights just to keep an eye out.

I passed by one of my favorite people, Diamond. "Hey, D," I say, passing by her and rolling my window down.

"Good evening, officer." She says while saluting.

Diamond is seventeen, I've driven her places a couple of times, just making sure she stays safe. I know how rough it can get around here. She's a very sweet and humble girl, she only works like this to supply for her sisters. I've told her that she should leave and that you don't know what people's intentions are. But she always tells me it's good to her.

"You seen, Roman anywhere?" I ask her. That's Onika's street name. She thinks it's dumb but I told her to use it for her protection.

"Yeah she's in her alley, doin' her thing," Diamond says.

"Alright thanks, be safe, okay?" I say and she nods.

I drive off, there are tons of girls like her on this street, all trying to find people who are willing to pay young girls for sex. I think it's disgusting but Diamond's told me, that it's the only way you can make money sometimes.

I drive by Onika's alley. I'm here for a reason. I look at the walls and walls of colorful paint. Even the ground is painted. She has real talent if only she showed it on paper.

She has many "works of art" all around the city. Some are political, some are more fun, and she even paints to raise awareness for certain things.

I watch Onika paint, her applying the perfect amount of pressure so that the paint comes out at the perfect consistency, her painting perfect lines and shapes to make an even bigger picture.

It mesmerizes even the cop side of me. Even though this is supposed to be the part where I hop out of my car and start chasing her on top trains, I love seeing her work.

She puts so much passion into what she does that it's impossible not to just let her finish it and scold her after.

Right as I'm about to get out of my car and scare her a bit, I see a man approach her. This is not something unusual as she sometimes vandalizes things for money, but this time was different.