Motorcycle Heart

The Vulture

A/N : I will skip a few episodes here and there if they don't pertain to the plot. If there are any I skip over that you'd like me to re write I for sure will! Enjoy!

THE VULTURE

In the dimly lit confines of the precinct bullpen, the detectives gathered around Jake and Avery's desks, exchanging tales from the trenches of their law enforcement careers. Jake, with a hint of excitement in his voice, broke the ice.

"Hey, you guys see the dude I brought in today... The drug dealer? 81 years old. I think it's the oldest collar of my entire career."

Amy, sipping her coffee, leaned in with a smirk, ready to share her own experience. "I once arrested a 96-year-old for flashing. I was terrified he'd die in my backseat... Or flash me."

Rosa, always the stoic one, chimed in with her own story. "My oldest collar was 78, but the PCP made her fight like she was 20."

"My oldest must have been," Avery's eyes light up as she stops to think, "drunk and disorderly and public intoxication. A 76 year old dude. I think he was coming back from his brothers funeral, which is the worst part."

"So grandpa can party... cool story, Lewie," Jake nods and smiles, scrunching his nose.

Scully joins the conversation and tries to contribute. "What about two 50-year-old twins? Does that count as a 100-year-old?"

Amy shot it down with a simple "No."

Jake, sensing an opportunity for humor, turned to Charles. "You talking oldest bags? 68."

Amy, not quite impressed, dismissed it. "That's not that old."

Charles, ever the eccentric character, defended himself. "Yeah, but I was only 20."

"20?" Avery raises an eyebrow.

Jake raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, 20? Were you even a cop then?"

"No, man, it was before I got into the academy," Charles explained.

Rosa interjected, sensing that there was more to Charles's story. "Charles isn't talking about his oldest arrest."

A collective "Ew!" echoed through the room, prompting Charles to reluctantly spill the beans. "No... yes, I am. Yeah, oldest arrest... 68, like I said."

Jake couldn't hide his disbelief. "God, you had sex with a 68-year-old when you were in your 20s?"

Charles, unabashed, defended his actions. "You know how it is. When you have a chance to bed an older woman, you..."

Jake interrupted, shaking his head. "No, that is not an older woman. That's an old woman! That's someone's grandma!"

Charles, refusing to back down, added a peculiar detail. "She was, actually. That's how I met her. Went to college with her grandson Marvin. Don't... don't knock it till you try it. She had a replacement hip with some serious torque. It was like having sex with a transformer."

Jake, thoroughly repulsed, concluded the conversation with a stern declaration. "No. That is no one's fantasy." He walks away, hiding his laughs.