Random OneShots

Don't walk away from me pt.2

By: fangirl6202 on Ao3

Saphael

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"Sergeant Herondale," Captain Bane drew out, looking up at the man standing in front of him. The Captain was sitting in the chair in his new office for the first time. He had met the detective squad briefly but wanted to truly get a deeper understanding of the dynamic of his new... team. And how better to ask but the ridiculously named Sergeant?

Sgt. Jace Herondale could take a bit of ribbing, which is what the comment was. To anyone else, the Captain's comment would be condescending, but Jace knew better. He could recognize that taunting tone from a mile away. "It has a... nice ring to it."

Jace snorted to himself, gaining a raised eyebrow from his superior. "It sounds better than Bane." He was glad that the comment got an upturned lip from his C.O. and not a scolding. "Couldn't just hyphenate, could ya?"

That got a laugh, even if it was a barely-there chuckle. Almost instantly, Captain Bane seemed happier; upturned lip, rosy cheeks, sparkling eyes, the works. Jace was happy to see it, it wasn't often to see the man smile.

"No, Lightwood-Bane sounds pretentious," Cpt. Alexander Bane said, smiling at his younger brother. "And I'd rather leave the dramatics to you 'Sgt. Jonathon Christopher Wayland-Morgenstern-Lightwood-Herondale.' "

At the sound of his full name, Jace threw his head back and groaned. "God, you're the worst, Alec."

The two brothers laughed with one another, neither acknowledging that Alec changed his name after being disowned at his own wedding. Now, none of the siblings shared surnames; Jace legally changed his name to Herondale to honor his biological father, Alec had gotten married and decided he no longer wanted to be associated with the Lightwood name, and Isabelle hadn't had a reason to change her name. No, neither brother spoke of it, but it was always there in the back of their minds.

"Alright, Sergeant." Alec said, smile disappearing but his eyes were still kind. "I didn't call you in to poke fun at your name. I called you in to learn about your detective squad; tell me about them."

Jace nodded and lead his brother over to the glass window, both of them looking out into the bullpen. Glancing over them all, Jace nodded his heads towards a young African American woman who seemed to be having trouble with her computer: "Maia Roberts. Good detective, made rank at 25. Tough, smart, hard to read, and really scary."

No sooner had the words left his mouth, she began banging the side of her computer in anger, scaring the uniforms around her. Noted. Do not mess with her. Alec took in her curly hair that stopped at the tip of her ears, her leather jacket, her hoops, and stopped as he saw three scars on her exposed neck; slices. Alec reasoned she must have had them for a while if she was comfortable and confident enough to have them where anyone could see them.

"Tell me, why'd she join the force?"

"I'm not sure," Jace responded. "She never talks about her past and we know nothing about her." He hesitated. "I think It has to do with her scars."

That, Alec could understand. He thought of the scar on his side where he was grazed with a bullet back in his detective days, the scar on his chest where he had been stabbed in the street, and countless others obtained in the line of duty. Scars he could understand.

He then motioned for Jace to continue.

Jace nodded towards a fiery Latina, raven black hair spilling across her shoulders, eye liner sharp and red lipstick bright. Multiple black tattoos peeked above the collar of her shirt as she took the statement of an older woman. "You know Isabelle," Jace said, ready to continue when Alec raised a hand.

"I said everyone, Herondale."

"Fine," Jace groaned, rolling his eyes at his brother's professionalism. "Isabelle Lightwood, younger sister of the two best looking policemen in New York. She's a grinder. Not the most brilliant detective, but she works harder than anyone else. Gets in trouble sometimes because she's never scared to call out anyone on their sexism, even if it's a higher up. She's working to become a forensic analyst."

How the three Lightwood children ended up in the same Brooklyn precinct, they hadn't a clue. Jace had been the first one assigned, straight out of the academy; Isabelle followed suit a few years later, already ranked as a detective; and now Alexander had been given his first command at the very same precinct. If it had been any other group of siblings, there would be concerns about all of them sharing a workplace, but the Lightwood clan were closer than most. They knew they'd be ok.

"And we wish her best of luck in that pursuit."

Jace then moved onto the only detective who seemed to be doing actual case work. He was a Hispanic man, his hair slicked back and a gold crucifix that stood out against his dark suit. Nose deep into a case file, he gave off an authoritarian aura and Alec could immediately tell he would like this detective. "Raphael Santiago; Had to raise his 7 younger siblings while putting himself through school. He's tough, Raphael, really tough. "

"Why did he join the force?"

Jace hesitated for a moment before answering. "He wasn't raised in the best neighborhood; had a rough going with cops as a kid. Went into law enforcement after witnessing a cop shoot his father for jaywalking, said he was tired of seeing cops take advantage of the system to treat minorities differently. "

Alec found himself looking at the detective with new respect. Yes, he was going to like this one.

"You said he raised his siblings. Where are they now?"

"That, I can just show you." Jace grabbed his phone out of his back pocket, though he rarely used it during the day. Sliding through it, he went to his albums. It almost brought a smile to Alec's face that each detective got their own album; Jace had said his detectives were like his second family. Scrolling through, Alec saw several different graduation photos.

"Andreas went to Yale and he's planning to be a physician now, Marco went to Stanford and has his own law firm in L.A., Lilianna went to MIT and interns for NASA, Rosa went to Columbia and is on her second degree now, Anthony went to Harvard and works with Marco, Stephanie went to Duke and she's one of the youngest neurosurgeons in the country, and Luis just graduated top of his class at Trinity."

With each name, nearly a dozen photos were shown. The Santiago children, almost all of them speaking at their own graduations, all shared a striking resemblance. And each photo showed Dt. Santiago beaming with pride as he threw his arms over whichever sibling was graduating. In some photos, the other detectives were there, equally proud of the Santiago's.

"And, him?" Alec asked, pointing to the detective he had already interacted with; and by interacted, he meant was completely insulted by. In the .5 minutes he had set foot in the precinct, he was called a pencil-pushing robot. He didn't take kindly to the detective, who was now doing a ridiculous dance in front of Dt. Santiago's desk. He was going to stir trouble, Alec already knew.

"He," Jace emphasized with a grimace, "is Simon Lewis. Avid geek, makes too many puns for his own good, and quotes Die Hard every five minutes. But," Jace amended. "Simon Lewis is my best detective."

That came as a surprise.

"Simon has the highest solve rate in this precinct. He likes putting away bad guys and he loves solving puzzles. The only puzzle he hasn't solved? Is how to grow up."

Alec cocked his head at his brother. "That was surprisingly well put, Sergeant."

Jace shrugged. "I talk about them a lot in group."

"And, why is he doing that...dance?"

"Oh that? He's taunting Raphael because he's in the lead."�
"The lead?"

"The two have a bet between them to see who can bring in the most arrests in a year. I would have stopped it, but their numbers have been higher ever since. Honestly? I'm looking forward to seeing how it ends."