Legal But Not Socially Acceptable (Peterick)

Injustice

I have no knowledge of an actual job in the law - this is only an idea of mine that I decided to write. I have more ideas for upcoming chapters if I do not slack off too much. But if you know anything about me...Well. Anyway I know a lot of this shit is gonna be incorrect or odd, but aren't we all here for the chance of smut and amusement/fluff?

Pls don't judge me too harshly. Enjoy~

Patrick sat with his legs propped up, feet comfortably laid astray over his desk. Eyes stern and narrowed, his mouth set into a firm line as agitated whiskey brown eyes bore straight back at him. The resounding tick-tock bellowing from the wall clock overwhelming his eardrums as he raised a singular brow at the teen opposite of him. That same teen huffed a harsh breath, his chest heaving as he was seemingly more irritated than prior.

"This is bullshit," he growled in a hushed tone, muffled against the bars of the cell his fingers were loosely coiled around. Patrick shrugged lazily in reply, a bored look on his face to match his current mood. "Don't do the crime if-" He said, starting the repetitive cliche everyone hears. The boy promptly cut him off with a glare and a hiss of "I didn't do shit!"

Arching another brow, Patrick gradually slid his legs from his desk, plopping them down on the hard concrete floor. Turning to his computer, he took to his keyboard to skim through his records. Holding back a snort from the name on the screen, he glanced back at the teen. "You assaulted-"

The boy immediately slumped, stilling Patrick's words. The stiff lining of his shoulders fell, while his eyebrows furrowed and his nose crinkled. "Let's get one thing straight - that asshole didn't know the simple rule of 'hands off,'" he spat in rage. "You expect me to just stand by idly and let some wrinkled grape feel me up? No thanks."

"Oh? So you're claiming it was self defense against sexual har-" Patrick's cut off once again, which was really beginning to get on his nerves. He was at least attempting to talk to this kid. He wasn't obligated to. "I'm saying that old raisin should be behind these bars! Not me!"

Patrick couldn't help but feel amused from the so-called insults referred to the older man in question. A chuckle slipped past his lips and from the annoyed expression on the younger boy's face he wasn't too pleased by that. "So you find this funny? I'm glad you're so entertained - aren't you guys supposed to be all about justice or some shit?"

Well when Patrick was a young kid at first he thought that - it was why he wanted to become a cop at all to be honest. He heaved a gentle sigh, biting his bottom lip he said "Look I would love to help and do 'justice' or whatever, but unless you have a witness I can't."

"There were tons of people there! Can't you just - " Patrick immediately lifted his hand, quieting the boy as he shook his head with a frown. "Peter I'm sorry, but -"

With an irked groan leaving the teen. "It's Pete." he muttered, his eyes dipping down to the floor before crossing his arms tightly against his chest.

"What's wrong with Peter?" Patrick found himself asking, he wasn't specifically aiming to offend and piss this kid off even more so than he already was. Surprisingly Pete answered with ease. "My dad's name is Peter - we're not exactly the best of buds."

"Well you had no problem making him your one phone call," Patrick said, tilting his head with a grin. "Who'd you expect me to call? My grandma? Don't patronize me."

"This dude's got sass," Patrick thought with a smirk. Putting his hands up in surrender he attempted to mollify the boy. "Calm down kid, I'm not trying to piss anyone off - m'only asking questions."

"Kid? I'm eighteen. I can vote and shit - besides you're one to talk. What are you? Twelve?"

"I hardly think a twelve year old would be qualified enough to be a cop," Patrick quipped, pressing his lips together, he tapped his fingers against the top of his desk in a miffed manner. "Ah, yes, an officer of the law - I bet the twelve year old would do better." Okay, wow - rude.

"Brutal - I'm twenty three for your information," is all Patrick responded with, not the least bit offended by the sudden jab directed at him.

"Oh." A few seconds of silence pass by before he's asked a question. "So what's being a cop like anyway?"

"Long hours, boring people - like computers basically, but at least we have donuts," He joked, leaning forward with his chin rested upon the palm of his hand.

"I knew that stereotype was true," Pete gasped, his eyes widened, and filled with amusement.

"They all stem from somewhere," Patrick smiled, raking a hand through his hair.

The tick of the clock remained to be heard through the once again quiet room with the lack of voices to occupy it. Patrick kicked his legs up to his desk again, maneuvering himself into a more suited position and fell back into his chair.

With pursed lips Pete murmured softly "You're not...so bad."

"Oh? What ever gave you the idea that I was 'bad?' I'm probably the best person you're ever gonna meet-" Pete snorted at this, eyeing him up before he bowed his head. "Well the 'greatest person ever' what's your name?"

"Patrick. Patrick Stump."

"Nice to meetcha officer Stump."

Patrick had an odd feeling in his stomach - like this wouldn't be the last time he'd be meeting this trouble-making pesky teenager.