What were you Expecting?

Claire

Claire was out on the street walking back from the local coffee shop as she noticed a man about her age, with flaming red hair walking the opposite direction. She hadn't seen him on this half of town before, or at least close to the station. The man seemed to look up from under his hood, notice her and smirk. She quirked an eyebrow as he changed his course so he could talk to her. She held in the urge to just flash her badge, because he looked like trouble. His green eyes seemed to be hiding something as he was getting closer, her brown eyes trying to search for what he wanted. It wasn't until he was a few feet away, she noticed the faint freckles on his face.

"Say gorgeous," he purred as he flashed a toothy grin, "what are you doing out this early in the morning?"

Claire bit back a remark and glanced at her watch. "It's 10:30 in the morning," she said snidely as she waited for the cross walk sign, "I've been up since 3, unlike you who looks like he just rolled out of bed due to an angry boyfriend coming in to find you banging his girl. Am I right?"

"Not bad, how'd you know?" He asked sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"I know your type," she said as the light changed, "believe me. Not interested. So buzz off, I have to get back to work. Although I suppose you don't know the meaning of that word."

"Actually, I do have to get back to work myself, but a goody-goody like yourself would be too terrified to try my line of work," he said reaching to touch a lock of her hair.

Claire slapped his hand and scoffed. "Please," she said rolling her eyes and trying to walk faster back to the station, "I could handle anything you could pansy cake."

"You wanna bet?" He challenged, flashing another disconcerting grin, "Cause here's a dark alley and I have some very bad ideas."

"You're disgusting," she said as she scowled at him, "Now if you're done harassing me, I need to get back to the station and finish the coroner's report on one of your buddies."

He clicked his tongue, wrinkling his nose a bit and cursing under his breath, "Do you always stereotype people based on how they look?"

"I don't have to with you," she said turning back on him and jabbing a finger in his chest, "On your left wrist is the tattoo to mark you as Meta. I noticed it as you were shifting your hands in your pocket, now if you don't mind. I have to go keep this city safe from the likes of you and your gang."

"Heh, good luck," he smirked, "I'll look forward to putting a bullet in your pretty little head."

Claire narrowed her gaze at the red haired boy. "Is that a threat?" She questioned as she got closer to him, "because that would be very unwise, boy."

"It's not a threat girl, it's a promise," with that he was gone, darting off into the shadows.

Claire watched after him, one hand on her gun in case he came back. Many thoughts swarmed her mind. On one hand she should go and tell Parker right now, but on the other hand she could blow their case wide open if she found some dirt on the inside. Either way, she had a target on her back. She could only hope that things turned out okay with her going undercover. This man was going to be a pain in her ass as she was in there. She couldn't help but feel the butterflies swarm in her stomach as she thought of how close she had been to him. His scent filled her nostrils and she couldn't' get over the way he made her feel. "Dammit Claire," she said to herself as she finally got herself walking back to the station, "you can do this. So what if he knows you're a cop? Hopefully he won't recognize you at all after you change your looks."

Claire walked back into the station and sat back down at her desk to work. She didn't even notice Sam trying to get her attention while she aimlessly typed away. It wasn't until she went to take a break that she finally noticed him.