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The streets of NYC.
2022
!!SHORT CHAPTER!!
No ones pov
It was another day of parking duty. (F•N) was making tickets as usual.
Ignoring angry people as usual.
Throughout her day, she would constantly see Paul, and it was like he was constantly avoiding her.
"What's wrong with Paul?" (F•N) Thought to herself.
She kept doing her duties throughout the day until evening.
She was walking down the street until a white liquid fell on her forehead and trickled down onto her nose.
(F•N) wiped the liquid from her nose and tasted it. "Ice cream?"
She looked up, and her jaw dropped. It was Paul on top of a roof with multiple sundaes. All melted.
"That son of a– I need to follow him!" (F•N) said while sneakily following him.
The ice cream slid down a pipeline and dripped into individual popsicle molds.
(F•N) popped her out head out of the tree and saw the "Son" take all the popsicles , store them in a black van, and drove away.
She ran after the truck and stopped at a corner where Paul was waiting.
The son set up a small station for the ice cream popsicles and a tip jar.
(F•N) was about to walk up to them for a little confrontation. But the street soon flooded with hungry and sweaty workers and business people.
Throughout the crowd (F•N) could see multiple people with these "Homemade popsicles" because apparently, that's what the sign on the station said.
"HOMEMADE MY ASS! I can't believe he lied to me yesterday–" (F•N) calmed herself down and continued making tickets.
It was later in the afternoon when Paul was finished with his business. He was counting money for his "Son"
"Alright,250$ for you!" Paul said, giving him the dollars.
His son walked in hopped in his van. "Hey! No goodbye kiss for Daddy?" Paul said jokingly.
"Kiss my face,Adrian, and I'll carve out your face! See you." He said, driving away,revealing (F•N) standing on the other side in disbelief.
Adrian's face lighted up. "It's you,cop lady from yesterday!"
"ADRIAN?! YOUR REAL NAME IS ADRIAN?" (F•N) said, walking up to him.
"My name isn't Adrian,his name is adrian." He said, pointing to his left and (F•N) falling for the trick.
"Hold up!" She said, running to him.
"You are in so much trouble! Do you know the sob story I told my mother yesterday?" (F•N) said, walking with him.
"You told your mother about me?" Adrian said.
"THATS NOT THE POINT– Listen,I don't know what game you're playing, but you need to pause. Better yet,you're under arrest!" (F•N) said, grabbing her handcuffs.
"What am I arrested for?" Adrian said, laughing.
"Oh jeez, I don't know maybe,distributing products without a permit and false advertising and traffic violations!" (F•N) said.
Adrian stopped and dug in his pocket and pulled out a permit. "And there was no false advertising!" He said.
"You told that man you need a sundae for your "son, " which is probably a grown man!" (F•N) said.
"You are a very smart individual! he is a grown man!" Adrian said happily.
"Why, though? Why this?" (F•N) said.
Adrian turns around with a smile. "The universe is my hustle man. And when he or she talks, I listen!"
"What drugs are you on?" (F•N) said, concerned for him.
"Well, I've been on a lot since I've been undercover." Adrian said, walking across the street.
"You're an undercover cop?! Am I disturbing your line of work?" (F•N) said.
"No,but I've worked with many questionable people in my life,like Jimmy, the butcher Figgis." Adrian said happily.
"Sounds dangerous." (F•N) said walking.
"Oh,he was dangerous, but thankfully, my 9–9 friends saved me–"
(F•N) eyes widened; if Adrian knows the 9–9 precinct,maybe he could he get her a spot.
"Wait! Do you know the 9–9? What are they like?" She is asking him.
"I don't know; it's been a while,but that's for another time." Adrian said, walking away.
"Bye, Adrian!" (F•N) said, walking away from him disappointed.
Night came around, and (F•N) was getting undressed.
She walked out of the dressing room and down the hall. She walked outside and into the Brooklyn night.
(F•N) walked inside of her apartment complex and walked towards her bedroom,plopping on her bed.
But she couldn't sleep because something felt of ,she decided to turn on the TV.
Random reruns of shows? No.
Maybe some cartoons? Not today.
So , she finally settled on the news station and listened.
"And our newest update on the Elliot Edgerton case,CCTV showed–"
(F•N) almost fell off her bed looking for a sketchpad and a pen.
After she almost destroyed her apartment,she rewind the clip back a few seconds.
"–CCTV caught Elliott with a suspicious person,police have yet to identify them but they were wearing a hoodie with a baseball cap handing something to Elliott. The NYPD needs your help. If you have anymore information on this case. Call the number on the screen now."
(F•N) turned off the TV and snatched her computer and quickly did some research about the case.
Not much was said about the case since it was new,but it was a whole lot to (F•N).
She quickly stuffed then in vanilla folder and shuffled into bed.
"With that information I just got,that case is all mine tomorrow..."
-ˏˋ⋆𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝖇𝖞 𝖒𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊 ⋆ˊˎ-
a/n : Yes the plotline is moving smoothly and even though I said this was a short chapter still kinda felt long to me.
Unrelated note : I saw the Bob's burgers movie a few hours ago. 5/5 imo :]
