Her Protector (Faye gip)

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Faye stood outside the police station, feeling the weight of the day pressing heavily on her shoulders. The small camera, the invasion of privacy—it made her blood boil. She took a deep breath before stepping inside. As she entered, the cold, sterile air of the station hit her, but her focus was singular: to protect Yoko and get to the bottom of this.

She approached the officer handling the case, her expression hard and unyielding. "I want to see the footage first," Faye said, her voice firm. She didn't trust anyone else to review it, not with what might be on it. Yoko deserved privacy, and Faye wasn't going to let anyone else see her in such a vulnerable position unless absolutely necessary.

The officer nodded, bringing up the footage on a small monitor. Faye's jaw clenched as the video started playing. Her hands balled into fists, knuckles white as she waited for the worst.

The footage showed Yoko opening her gym bag, bending slightly as she took out her clothes. The camera caught a fleeting glimpse of her cleavage, her face barely visible as she focused on her belongings. That was it. Nothing else.

Faye let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. It could have been so much worse, and she was relieved that it wasn't. Still, it was enough. Someone had been watching Yoko—had gone to the effort of planting a camera in her belongings. Faye's jaw tightened again. She wasn't going to let this slide.

"Nothing too incriminating," Faye muttered to herself. "But it's still bad enough."

She turned to the officer. "Have this footage locked down. No one sees it but me, understood?"

The officer nodded, and Faye left the station with a determination burning in her chest. She had one more stop before she could return to Yoko: the penthouse.

With a few trusted friends who specialized in this kind of work, Faye went back to Yoko's place to scan for any more hidden devices. As they meticulously combed through the apartment, Faye's heart raced. She hated this—hated that Yoko's space, her sanctuary, had been violated like this.

And then, her worst fear came true.

One of her friends, holding a detection device, waved it over a small cartoon figure sitting in the living room. The device beeped loudly, confirming a hidden camera inside.

Faye's stomach dropped. **How long had this been here?**

She carefully took the figure in her hands, inspecting it closely. It was something innocuous, a gift probably—just another fan token that Yoko, always gracious, had accepted without thinking twice. Faye's heart twisted as she thought about it. Yoko had trusted too easily, and now someone had taken advantage of that.

She handed the figure to her friend. "Get this checked. I want every piece of footage sent to me directly. No one else sees it, do you understand?" Her voice was cold, steely.

"Yes, Captain," her friend replied, taking the figure with care. Faye trusted her team—she knew they wouldn't let her down.

"And when you find this man..." Faye's voice dropped, her tone deadly. "You call me first. I want him dealt with. Personally."

Her friend gave her a knowing look and nodded. Faye wasn't joking. Whoever this stalker was, he had no idea the storm he'd just unleashed. She'd make sure he paid for what he did—for terrorizing Yoko, for invading her life.

With that, Faye headed back to her penthouse. She felt a surge of anger and protectiveness building inside her as she thought of Yoko, curled up in her bed, scared and vulnerable. She would make this right. She would protect her.