The Art of the Con (???xMReader)

Chapter I - The Grab

"Stop! Thief!"

A young man dashed out into the streets, clutching a small package in his hands with a round delivery man chasing suit.

"Someone, stop that guy!"

As if on cue, a police car pulled up, sirens blazing. A female in a traditional police blue garb stood one foot outside her vehicle, her gun drawn.

"Freeze! Put your hands up!"

The man froze momentarily but kept running. Gripping the package tightly in one hand, he ran around the other side of the car, in hopes of freedom.

The female officer groaned in annoyance as she stepped out and around the car, her weapon settling on the thief's knee cap. The thief did not get far. The pistol barked twice at the running man, the first projectile whizzing by his waist, the second settling home in his knee cap. A red liquid burst out from his knee cap as the man doubled over in pain, clutching his wound and his prize.

"Hey! Get up!" said the female officer, lifting the young man by his arm.

"Thank God officer," panted the out-of-shape delivery man. "That guy stole my package!"

"I did no such thing," exclaimed the now-captured thief as the officer placed cuffs around his hands. She straightened her back and looked into his eyes.

"Well, if it ain't Tinker Young," she said with a smug look on her face. "Back so soon?"

She gave him a heavy pat on the back and roughly forced him into the backseat of her vehicle before turning to the delivery man.

"Good job. Thanks to you, we can keep him off the streets."

She bent down to pick up the stolen package.

"What is this? Cash?" she asked as she ruffled through the package.

"No," replied the delivery man. "Diamonds. Worth a fortune, those things. On their way to Antwerp."

He held out his hand.

"I need to deliver those," he said in an urgent tone.

The female officer quickly took out a pad and wrote something on a piece of paper.

"I'm really sorry, but I'm going to have to give you a receipt for this."

She ripped it off and placed it in his outstretched hand.

"Bring it to the 7th precinct and you can pick it up from evidence in a couple of days," she said with a grin.

"Days?!" exclaimed the delivery man.

"Don't worry. I promise I'll take very good care of them," assured the officer with a smile. "Have a lovely afternoon."

Defeated, the delivery man left grumbling. As he turned around one last time, the lady officer sat down in her driver seat and gave him an assuring wave.

"You know, Jeongyeon. I'm getting a little sick of being shot in the knee after pulling off one of these," came a complaint from the back seat. Jeongyeon, still in her police garb, rolled her eyes and tucked her dirty-blonde hair behind her ears.

"Quit your whining, Y/N. It's just an airsoft pellet." She started the engine and placed her hands on the wheel. "And sit up properly. You're going to get the fake blood on the seat if you keep lying down on it."

"Still, it hurts," he groaned as he tossed two wallets into the passenger seat. "Nicked those before I got the diamonds."

The engine revved and Jeongyeon drove down the street.

"Hey, look." He unwrapped the bag of fake blood from his knee. "I'm not sure if it's just me but these cons are starting to lack something. The thrill... I'm not sure, y'know."

Jeongyeon's face remained expressionless as she turned into an empty alley.

"Maybe we could do something different?"

The car came to a stop. She turned around and looked Y/N in his eyes.

"What exactly are you suggesting?"

Y/N sat up, grinning ear to ear.

"How bout we catch some bigger fish?"