Arrested in Love: UsUk Prisoner AU

Arrested in Love: UsUk Prisoner AU Prologue

"Please explain to me who the bloody hell is in holding?" Arthur Kirkland asked, crossing his arms. The twenty-three year old police officer sighed, looking over the male's files. Mugshot, licence, case. Double homicide huh? Kid's so young. Another brat throwing his life away. Shame.

Francis Bonnefoy, the best French detective, so he claimed to be, chuckled. "Cute isn't he? Hope he doesn't get transferred to prison. He'll be made someone's bitch faster than he can scream for help."

Arthur slowly nodded, not listening to the Frenchman. "Say, pet detective. You think he'll talk to anyone?"
"Kid hasn't said a word since he got here. And if he did, probably be lip anyway. Kid seems off his rocker."

The Brit slowly removed himself from his swerving chair, dangling his keys in his hand. "Maybe I'll be different. I am the cuter one in this department."
Francis rolled his eyes, his arms crossed as he took the Brit's seat. "Right. Cuter than moi? Mon ami you can dream all you want. But go ahead, have your fun. Hell, maybe you can take him to interview."

Arthur smirked a little, shrugging his shoulders. "We could only hope."

***

Arthur walked over to the holding cell, it completely empty, except for one. Usually their little city was nice and docile. This kid, if he did it. The homicide. Goddamn is he in a world of trouble.

Arthur stood at the bars, seeing the boy perk up and raise an eyebrow. "Come to check and see if I'd killed myself yet Officer?" He asked, laughing a little afterwards. The older male rolled his eyes, leaning up against a nearby wall.

"I wanted to talk, wanker."
"So they're using British accents to get me to spill beans huh? Guess it'll do." The young boy stood up and walked to Arthur, his height intimating the smaller Brit a little. "You're quick to talk," the green eyed man mumbled, his arms crossed. "Suddenly."
"Ain't got nothin' to hide." The prisoner smiled. His smile, it was perfect! Seemed innocent too. He was just a kid. His eyes still scared, darting around the room nervously. Though he seemed quite prideful.

"Well sir, you're in a cell right now. Do you understand the severity of what you've done?"
"Didn't say I did it."
"You're an only suspect sir." Arthur fired back, looking up at the intimidating male. Goddamn what hormones are in his body. How does he make a jumper look like the style of the month?

"Suspect don't mean guilty Officer. I swear to you I'm innocent." The boy pleaded, raising his hands up, well, best he could. Seemed weak.
"Swear to me all you want Kid, doesn't save you from conviction of the law."
"You think I'm innocent sir." The taller boy noticed, crossing his arms with a small pout.

"Excuse me prisoner I am a man of the law. If you came in here in cuffs no way in Hell are you innocent." The Brit spat, glaring up at the American in disgust. "What do you take me for boy?"

"Well, from what I can see, you look like a single dad. Wife left you. Three kids..All three little girls. Two, four, and six. They think Daddy's a real hero. But he ain't. Daddy's got some skeletons in his closet." The prisoner smiled, stepping away from the bars. Arthur stepped back a little, looking the boy up and down.

"Two," he murmured. "Two daughters."
"You have three Officer."
"And how would you know that? Should I add stalking to your charges?" Arthur glared once more, hurt in his eyes.
"Hey hey hey. Alfred F. Jones don't stalk." The nineteen year old smiled, showing Arthur his palms. "No blood on my hands."

"How do you know my life story Alfred F. Jones?" Arthur asked calmly, looking away. "How?"
The boy gave what seemed to be a giggle, tilting his head away. "Wild guess Officer. I'm pretty good at reading people aren't I?"

Arthur remained quiet.

"Why'd she leave Officer? What happened to your kids?" Alfred asked, meeting the other's gaze, staring deep into his eyes. Arthur couldn't look away, seemingly entranced.
"It's a long story. Hah- wait! I'm supposed to be doing the interviewing Wanker!" Arthur yelled, clenching his fists. Alfred's hands wrapped around the bars, sticking his tongue out. "I'm just tryin' to know who I'm talking too. What's so bad about that?" He asked, rocking on his heels.

"Alfred you're a killer. You've been caught, why won't you just talk?" Arthur redirected the conversation, pacing back and forth on the cell.
"Why can't you see your kids? I know you can't, and yet, you won't tell me." Alfred argued back, grinning at the police officer.

"Touché, prisoner."
"It's Alfred, please. I'm not an animal Sir." The blue eyed boy smiled, nodding his head respectively.
"It's Officer Arthur Kirkland, my name isn't Sir. Animal." He rolled his eyes, walking away from the cage.

Arthur walked back to Francis, who was doing some final paperwork. "What's the boy saying?" The Frenchman looked up, hopeful for something. Arthur sounded like he was getting something out of him.
"He'll try to plead insanity. It's a stupid move. I'm telling you, the boy's not crazy."

Francis nodded slowly. "I'm surprised. I mean, a child so quick to throw away your life has no signs of being sane at all."
"Especially not him. He's...he's something else. There was something about him. His smile, his eyes. I know. I know he might not be innocent, but he...he can't be insane."

Francis just shrugged, slinging his coat over his shoulder, looking over at Arthur. "Who knows mon amour, maybe there's something missing from the puzzle. So be it. Hey, get some sleep alright? Got a big day tomorrow."
"Why's that?"

Francis smirked, "You didn't hear?" He asked, laughing a little. Arthur worriedly glanced around, just paranoid as usual. "No I haven't 'heard.' What the fuck am I supposed to have heard?!"

The Frenchman went over to the door, opening it. "You're not coming in tomorrow." He mumbled, winking at the other.
"What? Why?" Arthur asked, his eyes widened.
"You're a night guard now mon amour. Arrangements were just made y'know...last week."

Arthur facepalmed himself, taking out a cigarette, lighting it. "You're kidding?" He asked, taking a long drag.
Francis closed the door, walking over to the Brit, snatching his cigarette. Arthur glared, but Francis just puffed on it. "Non, didn't someone tell you?"

Arthur shrugged. "Nothing I can remember."
"Your little boy toy is getting a cell tomorrow too. So you can watch him from the cameras. Maybe go and say hi."
"That's unprofessional." Arthur blushed.
"Didn't say you had to fuck him. Although it has been a little while since your wife left, you're probably desperate. I always knew you were gay."

Arthur glared at the Frenchman once more, taking his cigarette back. "I am not gay."
"Inconsolable differences? That in legal terms just screams My husband was gay and he didn't tell me! Mon ami I was a lawyer before a cop. You know this very well."

A damn good one at that. Represented Arthur in the custody battle of Arthur's kids. I mean, he lost the case and Arthur can't see his kids but Francis fought really hard. The other lawyer fought dirty.

"I'm not gay." Arthur muttered, putting out his cigarette. "It was more complex than that. We didn't...we weren't the same."
"What? Did she catch you blowing a guy?" Francis teased, Arthur going for the door.

"Goodnight Frog." He muttered, opening it.
"Au revoir amour." Francis smiled, leaving with Arthur like he did most nights.

Author's Note: I know this dealt mostly with Arthur and even Francis it isn't FrUk it is UsUk just needs to build the story a little blah blah.
New project alongside Outlast! I'm a bored kid. So anyway, hope you enjoyed! Come along with me on this new adventure~~~

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