Random OneShots

Don't walk away from me pt.1

By: fangirl6202 on Ao3

Saphael

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He knew he shouldn't, it was a bad idea. But... he had to. Had to get it off his chest.

He wouldn't get another chance...

"This job ... is eating me alive. I can't breathe anymore. I spent all these years trying to be the good guy, the man in the white hat. I'm not becoming like them... I am them."

"Hey!"

Detective Simon Lewis stopped his monologue and looked up to see his partner glaring daggers at him, arms crossed in his usual manner. He was a funny sight, looking annoyed and peeved, and Simon couldn't help but grin. Who was he kidding, he was downright adorable when he was mad. "What are you doing, tonto?"

Simon rolled his eyes fondly at the insult, basically his partner's twisted version of a pet name. Tonto meant idiot (according to Izzy), and he wasn't sure if Det. Santiago was aware of the fact that he knew that. "I'm doing the best speech from Donnie Brasco?" Simon said quizzically, as if he were speaking to a five year old. Well, in all fairness, Detective Raphael Santiago probably knew the same amount of pop culture references as a five year old. "Well, actually, ten of me are doing the best speech from Donnie Brasco." He pointed to the ten monitors behind him and waved, grinning at his self doing it back. "Wassup."

Detectives Santiago and Lewis of the 99th precinct (the best precinct in all New York, no, the world!) were working a case. It wasn't a dope case, just a simple robbery at an electronics store. Wasn't nothing special, but any case was important to Simon; not because he cared, he did, but there were more important things at stake. Namely, a bet.

Rolling his eyes, Raphael pushed his way past Simon and walked towards the store's owner, notepad in hand, ready to go over information with the man. "So, the store was hit two hours ago. They took mainly laptops, tablets, camer--" Raphael was cut off by his partner Simon as he began messing with a DJ table, an 80s hip-hop beat coming out of the speakers. As he caught Raphael's eyes, Simon turned it off and flashed him a grin. "Sorry."

Gritting his teeth in annoyance, Raphael turned back to the owner, wanting to get this over with so he could add a point to the scoreboard. Oh he hated Simon's car but to be able to that over his partner's head... he'd do anything. "I'd like a list of all your employees, whoever had access to the store... I'd also like to apologize for my partner. His parents didn't give him enough attention."

"Uh, Detective I already solved the case!" Simon called out. Raphael whirled around, expecting to see his partner ribbing him as he usually did, but saw that he was serious. Nodding his thanks to the store owner for his cooperation, he made his way over. "Ok, Simon, I'll bite. Who are we looking for?"

"We're looking for three white males, one of whom has sleeve tats on both arms." Simon said confidently, automatically making Raphael suspicious.

"And... how do you know that?" Raphael drawled, eyeing Simon curiously.

"Detective, I had an informant on the inside. He's been here for years. Watching, learning. Waiting..." Aha! Now he had Santiago's attention! Raphael was glaring at him, crossing him arms in annoyance as Simon inched farther away, slowly... "His code name?" He grabbed the teddy bear off the shelf next to him and proudly thrust him forward. "Fuzzy Cuddle bear. He's a nanny cam!"

Raphael groaned in anger, looking like he wanted to punch Simon (which he did.) "Dios santos." He muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose."Idiota! You got lucky."

Simon tsked, wagging his finger back and forth. "No, I got here five minutes before you and figured that in this gigantic electronics store, there had to be at least one working camera!" He said with a bright smile, knowing it would piss his partner off to no avail. Plugging the nanny cam into one of the monitors, Simon watched as the security footage showed three white dudes robbing the store. "Oh! Hi, bad guys! " As Raphael fumed, he glanced at the toy. "You did it, fuzzy," he said, turning the teddy towards him. "You busted 'em. It's time to come home."

He held Fuzzy Cuddle Bear in front of his face and dropped his voice, adopting the persona of every TV baddie in history. "I'm not sure if I can. I've been undercover so long, I've forgotten who I am. I have seen terrible things. I haven't known the touch of a woman in many moons."

Up until his last comment, Simon was pleased to see a small smirk on his partner's lips, which quickly disappeared. "All right." Raphael said before turning on foot and marching away.

"Detective Santiago!" Simon called out in his Fuzzy voice.

"Don't walk away from me!"

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Back at the 99th precinct, Raphael fumed as the detective squad all sat in the briefing room. Jeers and shouts rose as Simon did an over the top "victory dance" in the middle of the aisle.

"Oh yeah! I'm winning, I'm winning, I'm winning!"

"Shut it!" Raphael growled, which only made things worse.

"Huh, what's that? Are you a sore loser, Santiago!? Well that sucks! I cracked the case! Detective Santiago, if you will..." He said, motioning to the score board in front of them and holding up a dry erase marker.

Lewis - 23 Santiago - 22

Raphael begrudgingly got out of his seat to update the scores, pure anger on his face as their co-workers laughed even more. "I hate this," he muttered as he corrected the scores.

Lewis - 24 Santiago - 22

Another cheer rose up and Simon soaked it all in. "Look at that, I'm winning!" He cheered, finally taking his seat just as Sergeant Herondale walked in, case files in his hand, not looking even remotely impressed at the scene before him. If Simon was being honest, this was not even close to the weirdest thing he'd witnessed in the precinct.

"Enjoy it while it lasts, payaso," Raphael sneered, slapping the back of Simon's head as he walked back to his seat. Little did he know, he knew that one! Those false-advertised marshmallow lollipops he liked were called payasos

"Oh I will Santiago! I will!"

"Hey," The sarge warned as he walked up to the podium. "Play nice, boys."

"Sorry, Sarge!" Simon yelled out as Raphael grumbled his apologizes while Sgt. Herondale took his place at the podium. "Now, before we begin, I want you all to know this case is going to be the top priority for the new C.O."

"Wait, Jace!" One of the other detectives called out. "Tell us about the Captain!"

The other detectives and the suits in the room all voiced their agreement; the 99 would be getting a new Commanding Officer, and so far the only thing Simon knew about the guy was that he was probably going to be another pencil-pushing robot.

"Captain Bane will be wanting to introduce himself, trust me. He'll be here soon."