Differences or Love?

Chapter One: Mistakes

In the bustling city of New York, where shadows danced in the flickering street lights and danger lurked around every corner, there's Y/n. A very, very late woman.

Her alarmed blared through the room, echoing out the song You Can Do It by Ice Cube. Though, this isn't the first time the alarm went off this morning. Y/n stirred awake, allowing what's left of the sunlight to hit her face. Last nights shift had her exhausted. Beyond exhausted.

The song repeated itself until it became so annoying that Y/n woke up to check the time. 6:57. Her eyes shot open, and her heart dropped. She had to be at work in three minutes. "Mother fucker!" She shouted, hopping out of bed and sprinting to her closet.

Y/n scrummaged through the clothes, looking for her chief uniform. When she found the shirt, Y/n took it off the hanger and pulled it on. Then, she ran to her drawers and quickly drug out the pants and put them on. She ran to the bathroom in her socks, slipping on the white tile. Y/n grabbed her toothbrush and slapped a fat glob of mint paste on it before stuffing it in her mouth and brushing her teeth.

Her boots were by the door; she'd grab them on the way out. Y/n spit the paste out, and ran to her kitchen to grab her bag. From there, it was an easy way out. All she had to do was grab her bag, keys, and boots before she could sprint out of the apartment and into her car. And so she did, with one struggle of finding her keys that were hidden in her bag.

She slammed the door to the black Nissan car and hurriedly started the engine. Just to her satisfaction, it didn't take long. Y/n drove off into the busy city and straight to the police department.

No one noticed her sneak in. The officers were either on patrol, lousing around in their office, or with the investigators. It's normally pretty quiet.

"Glad you decided to come in today." A gruff voice spoke behind Y/n. She winced before slowly turning around. "Hey... sheriff."

"Seriously, Y/n, when are you gonna grow up?" The sheriff said, sizing her up. "The moment you grow a pair." Y/n mumbled staring back at her ex. He scoffed at her, "I've got a great pair, you know." Y/n rolled her eyes and walked over to her office. "Sure you do James, sure you do."

The curly haired brunette followed Y/n to her office and leaned on the doorframe, staring her down with his Carmel brown eyes. Y/n sat down in her office chair and pulled out some files to look at before getting ready to leave. She looked up. "What?" She spoke. "You're not going to get anywhere in life if you keep up with your childish behavior."

Y/n pursed her lips and put away everything she brought out. "James, as my boss you can order me to do things. But, you're not my boyfriend anymore. You broke up with me remember? So, mind your own." She said, standing up and brushing his shoulder as she walked by.

Now that the part she dreaded was over with, Y/n can now get to patrolling. Her favorite part. She hopped in the car, turned on the radio, and immediately got a call. Y/n smiled and pulled out of the parking lot to race towards the location.

"2802, 2802. Burglary in progress at 55th and Broadway. Suspects considered to be armed and dangerous." The radio buzzed. "Not too dangerous for me." Y/n spoke, pulling over to the side of the road. She took out her pistol, loaded it, cocked it back, and held it up as she walked over to the site carefully.

She was the first one there. But, as she stood on the ground of the battered concrete, there was no action but the clinging of metal above her. With the other hand, Y/n took out her flash light, turning it on, and flashed it above her.  The suspects were tied up in chains upside down, dangling from a building.

It didn't take long for the area to flare up in red and blue. "The Nightwatcher." Y/n inspected, happily. This was her project. "He's doin' our job for us, again." An officer beside her spoke with a strong New York accent.