Leon slouched in the car, his head resting on his arm as his eyes drifted down to the picture. The girl in the photo couldn't have been older than twenty, maybe even younger.
He couldn't fathom what it must have been like for her to find herself in such a dangerous and risky situation. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath.
His gaze lifted, and he turned his head to peer out the window. "So, tell me, Yanqui... why did you come to this godforsaken place? It's as close to nowhere as I've ever seen," the old policeman chuckled.
Leon raised an eyebrow before responding, his expression indifferent. "Let's just say... looking for someone," he replied. Meanwhile, (y/n) blasted music through her headphones, completely oblivious to Leon's disapproval of her taste in music.
"Well, I'm sure you boys didn't come all the way out here to roast marshmallows," Leon remarked, causing the old policeman to laugh. "Or maybe you did..."
"You have a strange sense of humor. I'm gonna let you in on a little secret. Just between us. A lot of people have gone missing around here. And it's been that way for a while now," the old policeman revealed, capturing not only Leon's attention but also (y/n)'s as she takes off her headphones.
"Well, then... should be just another day in the office, right?" Leon replied nonchalantly.
After a while, the police car manages to get lost in the creepy woods. It's so gloomy, it's like the weather took a page out of a goth kid's diary, or Leon's for that matter.
(Y/n) broke the silence, her voice filled with melancholy. "This place is just depressing," she commented, her eyes fixed on Leon. Unbeknownst to her, the old policeman had stepped out to relieve himself.
Meanwhile, the young officer pulled out a pack of cigarettes, catching (y/n)'s attention.
"You smoke?" he asked, waving two cigarettes in the air. Leon dismissed the offer, but (y/n) gladly accepted one. Just as she was about to take a drag, Leon swiftly opened his window and tossed the cigarette out. "Those things kill you," he managed to say nonchalantly.
"So, you care about me now?" (y/n) smirked, her lips curling up mischievously.
"Don't delude yourself," Leon scoffed, redirecting his attention to the view outside.
After a few minutes the policeman starts speaking, ''He sure is taking his time. Did he fall in? Maybe you better go and take a look?''
...
"How far could he have gotten?" Leon wonders aloud.
''I wouldn't be surprised if we stumble upon his lifeless body," she replies with a hint of concern in her voice.
"Damn it," Leon mutters under his breath, frustration evident on his face. He continues to forge ahead, contemplating how he's supposed to focus on the mission while also keeping an eye on (y/n) to ensure she doesn't accidentally get them both killed.
"Seriously, can you stop strutting like you're on some kind of runway show?" he grumbles, glaring at her as she sways her hips with exaggerated confidence.
"Your hips may not lie, but you're not Shakira, (y/n)." she scoffs as she looks at him, ''says the one built like a fucking train'' she retorts.
He rolls his eyes, scanning their surroundings until they land on a decaying cow carcass. "fucking hell, that's disgusting.." he mutters, his face contorting in disgust.
Curiosity getting the better of her, (y/n) moves closer to get a better look at the rotting mess.
"Aw, that's totally you in a past life, Leon," she chuckles, a mischievous glint in her eye as Leon stares at her in shock. Her sense of humor was on another level, making it hard to keep up.
"Nah, I'm pretty sure it's still this lifetime," he groans.
''it shows'' she remarks, observing Leon's continued exploration.
When he gestures towards a house that still has lights on inside, (y/n) decides to take the lead and opens the door once she reaches it.
She glances back at Leon and playfully says, "Ladies first," accompanied by a wink. His response is nothing more than an eye roll as he walks in, gently pushing her aside.
"Anyone home?" he calls out, his voice carrying through the empty, eerie house.
"This place looks incredibly haunted," she comments, following closely behind him. It felt like the beginning of a horror movie, where the two main characters fall in love, only for one of them to meet a tragic end.
Leon smirks at the thought, convinced that he would be the one to survive, not having to deal with (y/n) anymore.
"Just so you know, I'm not dying first," Leon retorts, leading her towards the back room of the decrepit house. As he opens the door, it appears empty at first, but as soon as he notices movement, he quickly averts his gaze, flinching slightly.
His eyes meet the piercing white gaze of a bearded man. The man speaks, but Leon struggles to comprehend his words. (y/n) follows closely behind, her eyes narrowing as she focuses on the man sitting near the fireplace.
"Try talking to him," she whispers to Leon, gently nudging him forward. "Why don't you?" he replies, looking down at her as he pushes her to the front. "I don't know a single word of Spanish, you nincompoop."
Leon can only roll his eyes in response as he takes a step forward, slowly and confidently. He attempts to communicate with the bearded man, but the man pays him no attention.
Sensing an opportunity, (y/n) takes a moment to explore her surroundings. Her gaze falls upon the old policeman's badge, and instinctively, she bends down to pick it up, noticing the traces of blood staining its corners.
Leon rolls his eyes as he approaches her, wondering why she's so fixated on the grimy ground. Peering down, he spots the badge and frowns.
Just as he's about to say something, the bearded dude lunges at him. Leon swiftly dodges the attack, effortlessly tossing the man to the ground.
(Y/n) can't help but be impressed by his swift movements. It's like he's a pro at this, which he probably is. Drawing his gun, Leon watches as the bearded man's neck snaps upon impact with the floor. In an instant, Leon's body goes from tense to completely at ease.
''Well, fuck me..'' she breathes out.
YOU ARE READING
BECOMING YOURS | L.KENNEDY X FEM!READER
Fanfiction"stop singing, you're boring me to death" he retorted, taking a moment to reload his gun. She couldn't help but smirk at his snarky response. "Well, I could always break out into a ballet routine if that's more your style," she quipped back. ꧁⸻꧂ She...
