𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐒 || 𝚣𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊

𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟑 - 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚊𝚐𝚘

S E L E N A

"Who...is that?" I ask before Niall and Prescott follow my gaze.

"Who? Him?" Prescott nods towards the beautiful man sitting at his desk. "Lead Detective Malik. Hell of a detective. He's been here longer than me and Horan." I watch his beautiful eyes skim over a few papers from a file. He rests his cheek on his fist and I watch his lips murmur whatever he was reading. "And it looks like he's ignoring the policy again..." Prescott trails off. "Horan, you tell him." He slaps his partner's shoulder before Niall's eyes widen.

"What!? No way!" The blonde whisper-shouts. "Why can't you do it!?"

"He looks really focused and I don't want to get on his bad side. You know how he's been lately..."

"What do you mean?" I ask, finally taking my eyes off Detective Malik.

"He hasn't solved a case in months." Niall shares.

"But I thought you guys said he was a "'hell of a detective?"'

"Well...he's been having some issues lately...now that he's by himself. Captain's been trying to assign him a new partner and he isn't too thrilled about it..."

"Ohhhh so his last partner quit." I conclude.

"Not exactly..." Niall trails off.

"Well, what did you want to tell him? If you guys are too scared, I'll do it." I offer before Prescott and Niall exchange looks.

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The heels on my boots click against the floor as I make my way towards Detective Malik. My hands clasp together as I stop at the side of his desk. I open my mouth to speak but he beats me to it.

"Can I help you?" He asks, not taking his eyes off his work. Oh my God, his accent...

"Um Hi. I came to tell you that you might want to-"

"Cover my tattoos?" He looks up and crosses his arms on his desk. I press my lips together and nod. He chews the inside of his cheek before responding. "Well, you can tell Starsky and Hutch over there, that when I'm exposed to the public, I'll roll my sleeves down...But it is quite hot in here so I'd prefer to cool myself off a little by having them rolled up. Okay?" I nod, not really knowing how to reply to that. He slightly nods before his gaze falls back to the case files again. He lifts his arms off the desk and positions his hands over the papers.

"How did you-"

"How did I know those two sent you here?"

Can this dude let me finish at least one sentence?

"Prescott and Horan aren't exactly the best whisperers I know." He shares with a know-it-all attitude. "Any more questions I can answer?"

Don't you mean any more questions you can finish?

I was about to shake my head before the images on his case file caught my eye. I tilt my head to get a better look and was able to spot a name.

"Who's...Louis Tomlinson?"

"He's...he's the victim."

"What happened to him?"

"He was shot."