The mayor's daughter has been kidnapped! But it seems that the only one to care is the head of a mafia crime boss that had kidnapped her!
That is, until, an up-and-coming detective from the UK makes his way and takes on the investigation!
But how wi...
(F/N) sat there in the lobby of the police department, resting against the wall as he waited to hear back from the chief of police. Thanks to his cab ride to the city, he knows that their name is Officer Juggs, and based on his comment to them, Juggs is a woman. He ran his own greeting to her over and over again.
He would enter, approach, greet her as "Officer Juggs" to show his respect, and then take a seat and answer her questions. There's no telling what she would ask him, it wasn't really standard across the board, other than if he had taken police training. Along with practicing his greeting, he pondered what Juggs would look like; was she blonde? Brunette? What were the colors of her eyes? How long has she been the Chief of Police?
The longer he sat and waited, watching officers walk in and out (some with suspects and some without), the more nervous he got. America has a lot of weird and crazy people, so it would be expected if she's batshit insane.
(F/N) got so deep in thought, he almost didn't hear the receptionist call out to him. When he fully heard her words, he quickly sat up. This was it, his chance to become a detective! If he nails this and gets hired, he'll be one step closer.
In order for him to become a detective, he'll have to work as a police officer for some time and then apply. He stood straight and patted his shirt down, pressing it flat against his body before he followed the receptionist's direction to the chief's office.
He walked in with confidence; chest puffed out, head held high, and he turned to see the Chief of Police, Officer Juggs.
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(F/N) hesitated the moment he saw Officer Juggs in her chair, looking over the paperwork and the background check. He went into this with serious thoughts, head on straight, and expecting something not as...robust as her figure. He couldn't understand how Juggs was able to contain her cleavage underneath her uniform, also the physics behind it, as well as how she is able to walk around, and even perform her duties as Chief of Police with such...generous genetic design. If his expectations were met, he would've pointed out such important details like her awards on her shelf, likely giving him an idea as to how long she's been in the force, but her massive assets made (F/N) just stop and his mind go blank.
Quickly, (F/N) regained his composure and looked up at Juggs' eyes.
"Good eveni- Good mor-," (F/N) stopped himself from his greeting, still reeling from the sudden shock of her body before finally greeting her correctly, "good afternoon, Officer Juggs." From behind her pilot sunglasses, Juggs gave him a cold, analytical gaze. She examined his body from head to toe, checking his expression, his body language, and listening to how he speaks.
"Good afternoon, Mr. (L/N)," Officer Juggs greeted in return, her voice stern. She was straightforward, blunt, and no nonsense. "Have a seat." (F/N) nodded his head and approached the desk, his eyes focusing on everything but her massive boobs. He pulled the chair back and took a seat, and once his back leaned against the back of the chair he looked forward, staring at her sunglasses. He couldn't see her eyes, and he couldn't see how she had her eyes; were they narrow with deep perception, or were they opened a bit wider and it was just her normal expression.
