Transformers Lemons 1

Multiverse! Jazz x Cybertronian Femme Reader

Requested by rosebud5779

Note: I won't be doing tf5 characters until after tomorrow, I will be seeing the movie tomorrow so if anyone left a request with spoilers then I should be able to read it. Any other bayverse characters, I am free to do. This had no plot so I quickly made up one.

This will be pre war.

Warnings: jazz being an unlikely shady hero, jazz living with his roommate orion, rough interface. Jazz is a corrupt cop and Slight gore.

The awakening star had not risen yet and you were still working. You werent complaining however, more hours to recieve a higher payment never bothered you. Its just they had given you the field shift, for this particular case being out and about in kaon wasn't safe.

Thinking more about it, being a journalist wasn't safe at all. You were constantly in others business and that was a obvious sign of disrespect to shady people on the planet, especially from a femme. The case you were working involved a series of bodies found through out kaons streets. Most of them were chained to walls but a few were propped up on benches.

They had minor stab wounds but no clear cause of offline. Most likely done by a mech with sharp digits. After the forensic medics investigated the frames, a lot of major systems were missing or damaged. All victims were involved in heavy crime. It was apparent the killer wanted to leave a message.  The authorities pinned it on a group calling themselves 'D-Cons', whatever that means. It was your job primarily to find out, if it was them or single being causing it then report to the head journalist and when it can be proved it will be published.

You turned the street corner and snapped from your thoughts after bumping into a large mech. He simply gave a warning grunt to you and continued walking. You forgot citizens tended to wander the streets at night looking for trouble. At the moment you didn't care until he started walking back to you.

You stopped walking and waited to see what he would do.

"What is your hourly rate?"

You raised an optic ridge and immediately knew what he was asking for.

"I'm not a pleasure bot."

You gave him a disgusted look and continued walking. You swore that's all mechs wanted to do these days, just stick their spike into something. There was no form of a date offering nor an actual gift or a nice gesture, it was just straight forward paying for interface. You could never be that desperate enough for credits.

You actually started looking for what you came for, which was to see the mech behind the crimes. From there on you will take pictures and write down notes. You figured this was where the degenerate would be since this was the only street that hadn't been decorated with a corpse.

You assumed there would be other journalists and maybe even some of the actual authorities, but there was none of that. Just actual citizens that populated the dark streets. It would be hard to tell who was doing what since they were all possibly doing something wrong. But someone dragging a corpse behind them should be a dead giveaway.

All you could do was sit and wait on a bench. Basically waiting for something to happen. This is what separates officers from journalists. Officers prevent things from happening and journalists wait for them to happen and observe.

Two Hours Later.

You vented heavily in boredom. Nothing was happening. Most of the people that were out, ventured back into their homes. If this wasn't boredom you didn't know what was.
You were on your way into recharge on the bench. It seemed like a poor decision but you were exhausted.