dirty thoughts

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[ danny johnson x male reader ]

[ lowercase intended ]

this is going to be a two-shot and warning now, this part is mostly plot and build-up since i needed there to be context. i hate straight porn with no plot and had a really bad writer's block before this. however, to compensate for your patience for this extensively long chapter, the next part will basically be straight porn. lol. so enjoy! and if you feel so inclined, skip to part 2 once it's up.

when i first decided i was going to be a detective, i did not expect most of what happened during my time at my precinct. for starters, i certainly did not expect that i'd date my police captain's nephew. who happened to be the star pupil and golden-boy of the office. i did not anticipate i'd break up with him after dating him for a year. (for the record, he cheated on me.) and i most certainly did not expect my police captain to hold some twisted grudge against me for "breaking his nephew's heart" as the story was spun. and i'm a detective, i know about fake stories.

but what i could never in a thousand years expect, was that i would end up being enraptured in the claws of the infamous serial killer ghostface, who had been terrorizing the city for quite some time. and finally, i did not think i was going to be promoted and assigned to the case of the murder with my ex danny johnson a investigative reporter who's charisma and sarcastic smile could make any guy or gal go wild.

but as it turns out, the universe, and more specifically, my police captain, hate me.

XXX

i walked into the office nursing a cup of coffee, and rubbing the purple shadows that had crawled under my eyes.

"you look like shit." diane commented, handing me a case file.

"why thank you. charming as ever, are we?"

"only the best for you." she flashed me a smart smile and called over her shoulder, "the wrench is in a particularly bad mood, so i'd be on the lookout for that."

i only sighed, and nodded, waving her away and sitting at my desk. less than a second after setting my drink down, captain rogers was at my feet.

"i see we're now promoting tardiness. detective l/n."

i rolled my eyes and gritted my teeth, behind the fakest smile i had ever mustered.

"my apologies, captain. it won't happen again."

"it better not, or mark my words i'll have agent rogers on the case in less than a second."

he walked away after that and i snorted, he clearly thought he could intimidate me out of this position. like he didn't put me in it in the first place before learning of its import. jokes on him, you'd have to pry this case out of my cold, dead, hands before i handed it over to liam rogers.

but the captain hadn't truly lost his petty touch as i looked at the file and held back a groan.

"why the hell does it say i'm meeting danny johnson?"

"because you're working the case with him. the press wants a piece of this just as much as the government wants to keep it under wraps." eleanor explained, looking over the top of her computer. her desk was positioned right across from mine.

i rubbed a hand over my face, trying to smooth out the stress lines and biting back another groan. i hadn't spoken to danny in almost two years and while it was a mutual breakup, it hadn't been the friendliest one. though it certainly ended on better terms than that shitshow with liam.