Illegal Love

One

Hey guys sorry I'm haven't updated My Pirate, I have a plan for it, I swear I do. I'm just struggling to write it. This story actually came about because my friend,Kevin4047 , and I role played it. Obviously I'll change some things but yeah. I'm super excited for this. Enjoy and tell me what you think.

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Eren

Hanji was sitting in my office discussing the new information about the case. "Apparently the unsub supposedly owns a gay bar/strip club and he runs his drug and prostitution business from there. The name of the club is the UNDERGROUND and the owner likes to keep his name out of the papers, because we have yet to find out who he is. Though we hear that he's in his late thirty's and has long brown hair and a beard, eyes similar to yours." Hanji sighs before looking at the stack of papers in their hand. "Oh and you should go check it out to see if you can figure out who the unsub is."

I groan, "Why can't you go, I'm not a fan of bars you know that." I turns my glare to Hanji.

"Well I can't go because one, I'm not gay, two, it's your case." Hanji smirks at Eren, "take Jean so you don't have to go alone."

"No I'll take Armin, you know Jean and I don't get along." I look out the open the door to Armin's desk.

"No you can't take Armin, he's busy with his case." I sigh through my nose.

"Fine leave, send Jean in." I put my head in my hands and wait for Jean.

"So boss, what'd ya want." Jean asks coming into my office, sitting in one of the chairs in front of my desk. He setts his feet on top of my desk.

"Get your nasty feet off my desk." I say shoving his feet to the floor. "Now, I need you to go with me for the newest case. We have intel that the unsub runs a bar/strip club. We are supposed to see if we can find and arrest the unsub while we're there." I sigh, "ask Hanji for the details in more descriptive detail."

"Roger that cap'n." He salutes walking to the door, "Oh, when are we leaving?"

I look at my wrist watch seeing it was seven-thirty at night, "In say, thirty minutes." Jean nods and leaves, rushing to get ready in time.

Thirty minutes later I'm waiting outside by my car. I see Jean running over to me I look at my watch, "You're late." I inform him seeing it was 8:01. Jean rolls his eyes, ignoring my comment. We get in the car, making our way to the club.

Once there Jean looks at me, "You didn't tell me it was a gay bar!" The excitement in his eyes didn't surprise me at all.

"Well you're gay aren't you?" I inquire.

"Oh my god Eren, I'm bi, we've been over this." he groans. I roll my eyes and continue my way into the club. Once inside I looked around, noticing the stripper that was dancing at the moment. He was short, really short, like 5'1" at the most. Nothing compared to my 6'2". He had raven black hair, a small frame, thick thighs, huge ass, a tiny nose, and the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen, they were a blueish grey with a steely tint. Our eyes connect as he grinds against the pole. Cliche right? He smirks, spinning his small frail body around the pole. I broke the eye contact, glancing back at Jean.

"Jean, choose a table. First round of drinks is on me but don't forget that we have a job to do." He nods, although my statement contradicts my previous words the excitement in his eyes remains. We sit down and wait for the waiter to come over, as if on cue a short little boy with black hair and freckles pops up.

"May I take your order?" The waiter, who's name tag read Marco, was cute but not my type. But, from the way Jean looked at him I could tell that Marco was his type.

As Jean stuttered out what drink he wanted, I look back over to the stage and see that the twink that was once on the stage was now nowhere to be seen.

Marco turns his gaze to me, "I'd like a glass of water." Marco snickers and walks away. "Jean, I'm going to go see if I can go get any information. I think I'll go get a private lap dance and then ask them what they know." Jean hums but I doubt that he heard a word I said.

I walk over to the lap dance area and pay the man, he directs me to room number 3. I sit down in the chair and wait. The door was opened and the petty boy came in.

"Hi mister," He says walking over, sitting on my lap.

"Actually, little boy, I needed to ask you some questions." I inform him. He glances down and sees my badge.

He leans down to my ear, "do you see the camera in the corner of the room? I have to do my job to get paid. Our boss isn't fond of the cops. So, you ask your questions and I'll do my job, kay?" He continues to grind on me.

"Okay, do you know anyone who works here that has long brown hair, a beard, green eyes and looks to be in his late thirty's?" The boy processes what I say, then nods.

"Okay when you leave, back into the main area, you'll see the cat walk of the stage. The table at the front is where your guy should be." The bell rings, signaling that time was up.

"Thank you for your cooperation." I smile at the little man and leave. I spot the unsub and walk over to Jean, who was snogging Marco. I clear my throat, "Excuse me but I need to talk to my partner." Marco glares at me.

"C'mon big guy, go away..." He wines at me. I glare at him.

"Sorry but your interrupting a federal investigation." I flash him my badge. His eyes widen.

"Wait you're an agent, I am too." He shows me his badge. "I've been here undercover for three months."

"Yeah we're here looking for the unsub." I inform him.

"Oh, I'm supposed to be keeping an eye on him." He looks around the room, "he's right- wait where'd he go?!"

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Yay!! I'm so excited for this story, let me know what you think...