Policeformers: Sirens

Chapter One

An officer held her gun up at the ready as she walked down the darkened ally. Night had fallen fast and it was pitch black between the two buildings. Her team had split up when they ran into a small group from the Decepticon Mafia.
There was a shoot-out, and the redhead had taken off down the ally she was now scanning with her flashlight and gun. She whirled towards the sound of someone grunting in pain.
The officer quickly and cautiously walked towards the sound, turning her gun and flashlight to the redheaded man, to find him leaning heavily against the wall clutching his abdomen as blood seeped through his shirt and fingers.
"Primus," breathed the officer, putting her gun away as she went to the Mafia member's side, having him sit down on the ground against the brick wall. She took off her jacket, pressing it to the man's wound as his breath hitched.
"What's your name?" she asked, studying him with her dark violet eyes. Though it was pitch black she could see his pale face was scrunched up in pain, the red goatee cut into a sharp point to match his neatly combed back hair.
"Knockout. . ." he groaned, closing his eyes as the officer pressed the cloth to his wound. She nodded, reaching up to the radio on her shoulder with a blood-covered hand.
"I have an injured mafia member in a back alley,"  she said into it, her voice calm and even, "He is in need of medical attention, as soon as possible."
Knockout gritted his teeth as he tried to push himself up, struggling to stand. He wasn't about to be arrested. He could take care of himself, seeing how he was the medic of the Decepticons anyway.
"Stay down," said the officer sternly, gently, yet firmly pushing him back down, "You'll only hurt yourself worse, Cherry."
Knockout glared at the officer, wincing as his breath hitched again, gripping her arm that was pressing the cloth to his wound. Hissing in pain, he looked down to only just realize he was holding onto her other hand with a death grip.
"Try and not break my hand," she said, watching him as he looked up to meet her gaze, "I kind of need it intact."
Staring into her hardened, dark gaze, he could almost see a piece of her that she was trying to conceal from him with a stern composure and a snippy attitude. Something that almost seemed to show she cared about what might happen to him. Though, she kept her expressions almost doll-like; glassy, and blank.
Knockout's breath hitched again as he slumped backward, closing his eyes. He felt her squeeze his hand, pressing the cloth harder into his wound, making him wince.
"Stay with me," she said sternly, yet there almost seemed to be a trace of concern in those three words, making him furrow his brow. He opened his eyes to look at her as she started speaking again, "Cherry, is this your first time being shot?"
"I- Yes. . ." He groaned, eyeing her wearily as the officer nodded slightly.
"I can tell."
Knockout watched her, still gripping her hand tightly. His breath hitched again and he closed his eyes. Sirens echoed down the road as the KPD squad cars and an ambulance pulled to a stop outside the alley entrance.
"Stay awake for a little longer, Cherry," said the officer, watching Knockout blankly, "Help is here. You'll be alright."
Knockout shook his head, looking down at his wound, his breath caught in his throat when he saw the amount of blood he had lost. He gagged slightly as panic gripped his chest. The officer let go of his hand, watching as he put it on the asphalt under him, trying to push himself up with that hand, his other hand still holding onto her wrist that was putting pressure on his wound. Frowning, the officer put a hand under his chin to lift his head to make him look at her.
"Breathe," she said calmly, studying his panicked scarlet gaze, "It's not as bad as it looks, alright?"
The man nodded slightly as paramedics and cops came to them. The officer moved out of the way as the EMTs put him on the stretcher to take him to the ambulance. Watching them leave, the officer looked at her blood-covered hands, sighing.
"I know that look anywhere," said a gruff voice as someone walked up behind her, putting a firm hand on her shoulder, "What are you thinking, kid?"
The officer shook her head, glancing at her partner from over her shoulder, the man behind her was heavily built, his slick black hair spiked and untamed. He was studying the younger officer with kind golden eyes.
"Remember the missing file case we were put on before it was dropped altogether?" she asked, starting to pace the ally as she thought, putting her hand on her hip, "I think I just solved it. Or, well, it solved itself."
"So what are you saying?" asked the man as he watched her silently, stroking his beard trying to keep up with his partner, "That that man is the dead doctor?"
"He's not dead though," continued the officer, stopping her pacing to look at the man, "We never found a body."
The man nodded, walking towards the entrance of the ally, his partner following in tow.
"Then we need to get to the hospital to get our answers then."
The female officer nodded and quickly got into the cruiser with her partner and rushed to the hospital. Once they parked, both officers walked inside.
“I need Knockout’s room number. Now.” The officer demanded in a gruff voice.
“Of course. He’s in room 210.” The receptionist at the desk said calmly and looked at the two officers.
The female officer watched the two with her violet eyes before walking to room 210 with her partner beside her. The two walked down the maze of hallways and arrived at the room within a few minutes of searching.
The female officer walked into the room, seeing the door was open, and paused as an older doctor was finishing up checking on Knockout. The doctor looked over at the two officers and walked over.
“I’m finished here. Try not to get him worked up.” He grumbled and walked out of the room.
The officers looked at each other before the woman walked over to Knockout. The redhead was glaring at the roof of his room, one of his wrists cuffed to the bed.
“Knockout, we have a few questions for you that we need you to answer.” She said calmly and sat down in the chair near the bed.
“Fine, but I have one for you.” Knockout said and looked at the officer.
“Fair enough.” She said, “What is it you want to ask?”
Knockout studied the officer quietly for a moment before speaking. “Your name, what is it?” He asked.
The officer fought against smiling in amusement and crossed her arms. “Eclipse. Now to the questions. Are you the doctor that faked his death?”
Knockout smirked in amusement and shifted to get comfortable. “That, doll, is not information I’m going to give up.”
Eclipse sighed and leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “Knockout, this is important.”
“Well, if you’re so desperate to know, yes it was me.” Knockout said.
Eclipse nodded. “What was the reason behind faking your death? You have no family, a few minor items on your record; nothing that would cause you to disappear.”
“Yes, well, things came up that caused me to go underground for a bit.” Knockout sighed. “Is that it?”
“For now, yes.” Eclipse said and stood up, quietly leaving the hospital room and back to the cruiser with her partner. “We need to report this information. Now.”
Eclipse’s partner nodded and got into the driver’s seat as she got into the passenger seat, driving to the station. Once there, they began filling in reports of the information learned from the redhead doctor and working to put things together until it was time to head home.
One officer walked into the station, pausing as he watched Eclipse and a few other officers worked on the disappearing officer case. He shook his head and walked over to his partner’s desk.
"Have you been here all night, Phoenix?" asked the cop's partner as he set a cup of coffee down on the desk, watching the half asleep woman nod. Sighing, he leaned against her desk, crossing his arms, "What case do we have today then?"
Phoenix took a sip of the coffee, handing him a small file silently. As her partner opened it to look at, she stretched, yawning.
"A double homicide," he hummed, sighing as he glanced at his partner, "Any key suspects?"
"No," replied Phoenix, twirling her hair with her middle and index finger, "It was an in and out kill."
She took the file back, flipping it open to show him the pictures of the crime scene and of the young couple before they were killed. Something caught her partner's eye as he picked up a picture from inside the file.
"Who is this?" he asked, turning the photo towards Phoenix so she could look at it carefully. It seemed to be a family picture. The young couple. . . and a three-month-old baby.
"The Baywick's daughter, Cassandra," said Phoenix, thrumming her fingers on the desk absently as she read the file, "Says the baby was taken by the father's younger sister; Sarah Baywick. Or better known as Scorpion in the criminal grounds."
"Who was the last person the Baywick's came in contact with?" asked her partner, studying the photo of the child thoughtfully.
"A lawyer by the name of Onyx," said Phoenix, dropping a picture of a black haired woman walking down a sidewalk with a tense posture, "And I do not like the man she works for."
"Get ready for departure," he said, standing up, "We'll go pay Miss Onyx a visit."
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Phoenix stepped onto the sidewalk, closing the cruiser's door. Watching her partner step over the curb onto the sidewalk, she followed at his side towards the large office building.
"This place gives me bad memories," she muttered, pushing the heavy bulletproof door open to let her partner walk in before following close behind.
"You can always leave," he hummed, glancing over his shoulder to watch her half sprint to his side. "Wait in the car?"
"Puh-lease," she said exasperated, "And let you take care of the interrogation yourself?"
He gave her a look, rolling his eyes slightly. The two officers stopped in front of the receptionist's desk. He lightly knocked on the wooden desktop to gain the woman's attention.
"Excuse me miss," he said, studying the scarred woman as she looked up at him with resigned fear, "Do you know where Onyx is?"
"I-in h-her. . her off-office, s-s-sir. . ." she stuttered, her hands fumbling over the keys of the computer, "Sh-shall I-I bring y-you. . you t-to. . . to h-her?"
Glancing at his partner, he took note of the saddened look she was giving the woman, before she ducked her head, looking to the floor. Something wasn't adding up to him and he furrowed his brow.
Looking back towards the receptionist his brow creased in thought. She had multiple similarities to Phoenix. Minus the eye color, scars, pale skin, and the gray streaks in her hair, the two could've been mistaken as the same person.
"Yes," he said finally, "It would be most appreciated."
The woman nodded, shakily standing. As she stumbled around the desk, Phoenix went to her side, steadying her the best she could. Though there was a great height difference, Phoenix managed to help the woman to where she was trying to lead them.
"H-here. . ." she said, struggling to open the door with her rapidly shaking hands, "This. . .th-this is it-"
"Here," said Phoenix's partner as he opened the door for the woman, letting it swing open into a relatively small office. Looking around as he walked into the room he resisted the urge to jump when a voice broke the silence of the file filled office.
"Can I help you, officers?" asked the woman that he presumed to be Onyx, who was sitting on the edge of her desk watching them carefully.
Before he could speak, Phoenix took the lead. Speaking over him in a stern commanding voice. A voice he rarely ever heard her use, which took him by surprise.
"Onyx, My name is Officer Phoenix Bank. The man beside me is my partner, Officer Optimus Prime," she gestured towards him as she stepped forward, her eyes hardened to match her stiffened stance, "We have reason to believe you may have something to do with your clients' murders."
"Why would I murder my own clients?" Onyx asked, staring at them, struggling to keep her voice steady as she swallowed the forming knot in her throat. She was having a hard time keeping her calm composure as she watched the two cops, glancing at the closed door wearily. "I don't even know who you are talking about-"
"The Baywicks," said Phoenix venomously, watching the younger woman flinch as she clutched the sides of the desk, tightly enough her knuckles became a ghostly white, "Andrew Baywick, and his wife, Katherin."
Onyx's mouth gaped slightly in shock, as she slowly shook her head as she tried to keep her gaze even with the seamlessly cruel cop in front of her.
"They-" she exhaled sharply, clenching the sides of the desk in a tighter grip making her hands shake, as she quietly choked, "They're gone?"
Optimus put a firm hand on his partner's shoulder, spinning her around to make her look at him. His gaze was hard and commanding as he spoke to her, quiet enough that Onyx wouldn't hear.
"Stand down," he said lowly, his lips barely moving as he spoke to her in a warning tone, "She is clearly shocked at the news you have just bluntly given her. Allow her to process it."
Phoenix glared at him. Sighing, she jerked her shoulder out of his grasp, looking back at Onyx as she stared at the floor, her shoulder length hair shielding her face from the officer's view. Giving his partner a warning glance, he slowly walked towards the younger woman. She looked up at the officer, hugging herself tightly.
"Miss Onyx," he said calmly, "Did the Baywicks ever mention being threatened?"
"No-" she choked quietly, rocking back and forth against her desk ducking her gaze to the floor as she attempted to jog her memory, thinking of anything that the couple had mentioned about a threat or problem. She knew they had been having trouble with Andrew's family business that had caused them to go-
"Wait," she said suddenly, snapping out of her griefing state to stand up straight, recollecting her composer as she walked around to the other side of her desk, scattering files around, picking up and studying different ones.
Glancing at his partner, Optimus watched the younger woman open and close file cabinets before she paused, thrumming her fingers atop the metal drawer silently in thought. After a moment, she went and opened a different drawer, skimming through the files in it before pulling out a thick folder.
Standing, Onyx kicked the drawer closed, dropping the heavy file onto her desk with a heavy thud, looking at the cops expectantly.
"What is this?" asked Phoenix walking towards the desk to look at the file her partner was now flipping through.
"Every case and trial Andrew had ever been part of," said Onyx quietly, hugging herself tightly again, "He said it was work-related problems."
"Meaning?" hummed Optimus thoughtfully, holding a trial reference. His brow was furrowed as he stared at the words scribbled on the paper.
"Meaning his job. . . wasn't a job." muttered Onyx, "I was helping a criminal this entire time. He's hired me stating that he just needed some help with bankruptcy."
"What money did he lose exactly?" asked Phoenix, messing with a strand of her hair, pulling at the rusty blonde lock harshly in thought.
"What money did he gain." corrected Onyx, sighing heavily, "He said he had lost ten million by some theft scam."
"It wasn't a real scam?" asked Phoenix again, taking out a notepad and pen, scribbling notes from what Onyx had said.
"Oh, no. . It was a scam," said Onyx, watching the two cops quietly, "But he framed them to get the money that wasn't his, nor theirs. He set up this trail to right himself of the wrong someone else did."
Phoenix shook her head rubbing her face tiredly. Either she really did need to sleep, or this lawyer wasn't any sense in general.
"So you're telling me that Andrew scammed a scam?" questioned Phoenix crossing her arms as she pinched the bridge of her nose, "What in the Allspark are you talking about?"
Optimus shot his partner another warning glance, putting the papers he was holding down.
Sighing he ran a hand through his hair as he spoke. "We will need to borrow this file for further study."
"Yay. . More homework."
Rolling his eyes to his partner's snarky remark, Optimus watched Onyx as she nodded, wringing her hands together.
"Alright, sir." sad Onyx after a long moment of silence between the three. "I can fax any more information I find to the station for you as well."
"That would be most appreciated," he said, picking up the file before he walked towards the office door to leave, grabbing his partner's forearm to lead her out the door. His expression steeled and blank as they walked back down the hall to leave.
Mentally kicking herself for being an idiot, and running her mouth, Phoenix allowed her partner to guide her out of the office building before he let go of her arm. She turned to look at him as he crossed his arms, still holding the file.
"Would you like to explain what you thought you were doing in there?" he asked, his calm expression unnerving his partner as she watched him.
"My job," she said, pulling at a handful of her hair harshly, "I'm sorry if I screwed up. . . Again-"
Sighing, Optimus rubbed his face in frustration. He had worked with Phoenix for five years, he knew her better than she knew herself, and vise versa with her to him. They could easily have a silent conversation just by glancing at each other. Which was one of the multiple reasons they worked so well together.
"Phoenix," he said, watching as she pulled harshly at her hair multiple times, "You didn't screw up again. You never do."
Phoenix scowled, yanking hard enough on her hair she made her head tilt to the side. Her partner sighed again, walking over to her to carefully remove her hair from her fist. Holding the folder under his arm.
"I need more caffeine. ." she muttered, looking down at the sidewalk, dropping her hand to her side. The bags under her eyes shadowed out her eyes, signifying the fact she hadn't been sleeping for a long while.
"No," said Optimus, opening the passenger side door for her, "You need to take a break.
Shaking her head, Phoenix got into the car, allowing her partner to close her door before he walked around the vehicle to get into the driver's seat. After fastening her seat, Phoenix rested her head against the window, watching the city scenes fly by as her partner drove back towards the station.
Through the drive, the two remained silent. Glancing at his partner, Optimus smiled faintly. Phoenix had fallen asleep hugging herself, her head rested against the window.
Turning on an intersection, he decided to take Phoenix back to her apartment to let her get some much needed rest.

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I am writing this book with my friend, Maddy. You can follow her profile at @LiMads01