audacious [Larry AU]

Wonder

Why is someone calling at six in the morning, do they have something against sleep?

"What?" Harry asks, voice rough and scratchy.

"Is that how you greet your mother too?" He hears Nialls bark of laughter and he really wants to reach his hands through the line and choke him to death because who's really this loud at four in the morning?

"What do you want, Niall?" he groans turning over to flip on the lamp.

"I didn't call just to fuck with you, chief told me to call you in." and now Harry wants to choke himself to death, because he's supposed to be sleeping and enjoying his few 'days off' right now.

"Jesus, why?"

"This new case, some drug lord that could be the cause of hundreds of suicides and homicides. Hernandez needs the bests guys on it."

"But there's plenty of guys on call that are better than me."

"But they don't have as much experience."

"Fine, I'll be there in 10." After hanging up he, very unwillingly, rolls out of bed, sitting on his knees for a few seconds.

"Fuck."

He grabs some black slacks out of his drawer along with a grey button down top, tying a red tie around his neck before grabbing his holster and badge. The coat he puts on is the one his sister got him for Christmas, she got it for him saying, "Now you can be like Sherlock Holmes, all mysterious.", he wanted to smack her but still appreciated the gift considering how cold it almost always was in Chicago.

"Two days, was that to much to ask?" he asks himself while starting his car and then taking off.

-

"Detective Styles! Glad you could make it." Chief Hernandez is always chipper, no matter how much he's slept or well, not slept. Far from the Chicago stereotype. He only nods in acknowledgement and takes a seat at the meeting table.

"Okay, since everyone's here, let's start. The case we're dealing with is a lot different from a lot of the cases most of you mainly work but I called you here because you're our best. The person we're dealing with is Louis Tomlinson, a big time drug dealer here in Chicago. He was born in Doncaster, South Yorkshire, England-"

"Ah, he's british, like you Harry!" Detective Helby shouts, laughing like it's the funniest joke in the world. He ignores him but a sour look rest upon his face, as if he's just eaten a lemon.

"Anyways, he's 25 years old and so far no family that we know of. All we know is he makes quite a bit of money, we've recently got some intel that he's going to be picking up a shipment on Friday on East 22nd Street, by the Yorktown Center. Now there'll be alot of people there so while he most likely won't see you, it will also be easy to lose him if he runs. He's said to be hostile and the cause of quiet a few deaths, so you will proceed with caution, he's fast, so you'll need to be faster. Here's a profile for you to study before we go undercover. Dismissed." He hands them all a manila folder with pictures of him amongst other things.

"I'm going to grab a cup, you wanna come?" Niall asks leaning on the table.

"Sure, maybe we can read over these together." He does a fake cheer while he waves his hands and Niall almost doubles over with laughter, even though it's not funny in the least.

-

Niall orders a large black coffee and Harry orders a plain vanilla cappuccino while he listens to Niall drone on about how gross and disgusting cappuccinos are and how you're just ruining the coffee with all those extra condiments.

"I can't believe they put you in, one of the least stealthy people on the team." Harry jokes as they walk to a table by a window.

"I'm not that bad!" The lad exclaims slapping his folder down and slipping into the maroon seat, with Harry right across from him.

"Niall, you almost got yourself killed during a jewel heist because you tripped on air and revealed yourself." He laughs as Nialls face flushes bright red.

"Styles and Horan?" The barista calls out holding up their drinks.

"I'll get it." Harry tells him, holding his hand up to stop Niall from standing and Niall nods, opening his folder.

He walks over and sees the barista, Kelli, he reads, giving him love eyes as he strides up and grabs them.

"So, what do you do?" she asks, trailing her fingers down his arm, her breast spilling over her bra so much that it looks uncomfortable.

"Not you." He says, flashing a quick smile and then turns swiftly, smiling wider at his joke.

"What'd you say to 'er?" Nialls asks, looking at Kelli before looking back as his friend. Harry sets their drinks down, throws a look over his shoulder to see her frowning and shrugs before flopping back in his seat, smiling.

"Nothing much, she asked what I do for work, told her I didn't wanna fuck." Harry tells him nonchalantly, flicking his file open. He feels Nialls eyes on him but ignores him, reading the Tomlinson case information.

"This guy's rumoured to kill FLA? Like the FLA?" Harry says rather loudly before remembering this was private police work and shying away futher into his seat.

"No way this guy killed him, he's what 150, 160 the most? FLA was huge." Niall gushes in disbelief.

"Yeah, he was like a blimp, it'd take atleast 5 guys to take him down. No way Tomlinson strangled him to death."

"It kind of makes you wonder, you know, what else has he not done?" Niall asks, looking at Harry and Harry swears he sees Louis Tomlinson pass by their window in a bright green jumper.

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Work Word Count: 981
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