Falling for Crime

Chapter 5

"No, officer, please! Mon ami! I did not lay a finger on her-!"

Arthur gave a slight shove to the frenchman as he shoved him through Headquarters doors, scoffing slightly. "Bloody wanker, I caught you red handed feeling up that woman. Don't lie to me."

"Ah, but-" The frenchman gave a sheepish smile, indicating a terrible lie. "You see, we know each other all ready! It was all a joke, you see? She did not mind the touch at all-ahhh-!"

"If you don't keep quiet and sit still," Officer Kirkland growled before shoving the other into a chair, "I swear I'll taze you."

A small whine from the frenchman as he was shoved into the seat, watching as the officer stepped a few feet away to collect papers from the lady at the desk. The frenchman peered around the room before looking back at the one who caught him, staring at his butt.

"Honhonhonhon, the officer may be a dick, but at least he has the looks going for him..." The frenchman whispered to himself, "If it was him instead of that girl, I do not believe I could control myself. Heh."

Arthur finished gathering papers, thanking the woman at the front desk and finding himself back at the frenchman. "Okay, I have to escort you out of here, now stand."

"Anything for you, mon amore." He flirted, standing and walking away. Arthur felt himself tense slightly, scoffing in a growl and firmly gripping the frenchman's arm as he was lead out.

As Officer Kirkland practically dragged the Frenchman through the prison doors, he let his mind wander. He observed his surroundings as he lead the new prisoner to his new cell, noticing that nobody was really around. But why? This place was always bustling either with slacking employees, busy employees, or his fellow guard members.

"Weird.." He mumbled to himself, leading the frenchman down the steps to the hallways of cells.

"What's weird?" The frenchman piped up. "The fact that this place is as barren as a desert?"

Kirkland shot a glare at the other, before softening slightly. "Yeah. I suppose. Usually this place is bustling with energy."

Unlocking the iron door to cell 11203 and practically shoving the frenchman in, Officer Kirkland scoffed. "Don't expect me to get friendly with you, you pervert."

The other stumbled in slightly, looking back at the brit as he entered, closed the door behind him, and fiddled with his keys to unlock the cell. "No need to be so rough, my friend! Besides," The frenchman inched closer, smirking slightly. "If you're my new escort, you have to learn to get friendly with me." He laughed slightly, and the Brit dropped his keys.

"Bugger!" Arthur looked at the frenchman, stepping back one. "I don't know who you think you are, but in here I'm authority, and I am nowhere near your friend." His face was flushed and he bent down to pick up his keys when he felt a slight grip at his ass and shot back up. "A-ahh..!"

The frenchman laughed again, "So it is as soft as it looked back at headquarters!" The frenchman mused, cheeks a light pink. He smirked at the fuming brit. "You have a bigger chance with others than I thought."

Kirkland growled, gripping the frenchman by the collar of his shirt and pinning him against the iron bars, earning a small squeak from the new prisoner. "I don't know what you think you can get away with in here or why you think you can touch whoever you please, but just know that it doesn't work with me! I wasn't lying when I said I'll taze you!" The Officer was trembling slightly, glare hardening when the frenchman just smirked and laughed lowly.