Insatiable / Danny x Cassie (Y/N)

Chapter 1: No One Escapes

Insatiable
Danny x Cassie (Y/N)
Chapter 1
"No One Escapes"

New York Police Department
9:17 Am

YOUR POV

I instantly felt like my head was spinning at a mile a minute. The entire room was in shambles. Retorted faces of disdain or the deafening silence was all that followed. We all stood listening to what Sargeant Renzulli was saying.

"As police officers, we must know when to tell if someone is being truthful.." Renzulli paused.

Oh lord..

His eyes found me and Danny, who was trying to maintain a solid eye contact with him; not trying to be suspicious. I felt heat pouring to the surface of my skin, the tension easing into Renzulli's gaze towards us.

"Or when someone is being deceptive." He continues.

After a super long lecture on how we need to be more efficient in how we interrogate people, I was then called into the Commissioner's office. I could feel the gazes pound at my back while I strut to the office.

Commissioner's Office

10:02 am

The commissioner was sitting at the desk, his glasses nearly falling off his nose. The earthly smell of bergamot and lingering furniture polish tickled my senses. Photos litter the office of Frank's, almost giving a completely different view of what an office looks like. I found myself being in a trance at the transition of photos: Jamie sitting on Frank's shoulders, to my lover sitting next to Frank, with his rookie uniform on. I couldn't help but smile.

"Scott?"

I lifted my eyes up to the commissioner, a soft gaze with a warm smile was adorning his face. I moved my body over to the waiting chair in front of us, my nerves finally cracking under pressure. 

"Hello Commissioner, do I have a new mission?" I squeaked, my hand immediately flying up to my mouth from the sound. 

"Yes you do actually." he replied, he took his glasses off, his cold piercing irises meeting mine.

God, what could it be?

"I was considering putting you on patrol, but I think I got better plans for you."

He tossed a heavy, thick wad of papers in front of me on the desk. Little flurries of paper dust flew from the impact. Reaching to grab it to read it, my heart began to hammer.

"Races to Drug Dealing"?

"I will be sending you in to look into this matter. We have had too many reports of racers supposedly dealing with pink slips and drugs. I want you to find who's the ringleader of it all." Frank said sternly.