Choices and Chances (a ppg fanfiction)

Chapter 1

Chief Joshua Guerra of Townsville PD entered in Powers Psychological Research Center. He showed receptionist his police badge and a simple white card with an eradicate design in pink.
Receptionist smiled and quietly led him into the basement. The basement was none like the basement ever seen. Soft beige and pink walls with lots of calligraphic work.

“Justice above all” one read.

“Serving humanity from the day we were created” written in a beautiful red.

This place was warm and cold at the same time. Chief never liked the vibes this “basement” gave him.

Receptionist opened a door to a luxurious office and gestured Chief to enter.

Chief Guerra fixed his eyes on the resident of the office. Young, capable and most promising individual of the Townsville.

“ It’s been a while since I’ve seen you, Chief.” A sweet yet serious feminine voice spoke.

“What brings you here?”

“This.” Chief slid a file towards the female.

“We need your help to know about him.”

“Interesting.” She spoke as she gazed on the contents of the file. Her eyes fixed on the profile picture.
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Detective Callahan raised the volume of his car radio. Song's beat was like a morphine to his throbbing head. He closed his eyes, rested his head on the seat, hoping to find some calmness.

“ You are a damn fool.” He said to himself.  “So much for keeping a low profile.”

A knock came on his window. He wanted to ignore it even if it is for a while. But he turned down the radio and lowered the window.

“You again.” He gritted his teeth. Tiredness could be seen in his eyes. “I thought I ditched you.”

“Apparently not, Officer Callahan.” Voice was sweet,  bit amused. He rolled up his eyes. This was his new partner, or more accurately a consultant attached to him, Rhea Timmons.

Detective Arias Dylan Callahan has pretty heated argument with Chief.  He was never good with teams. Always worked solo. But the chief had different plans for him. So he opened passenger door to let her in. She slid in, he, on the other hand, took a huge sigh.

“Simmons?” he called her after a few moments.

“ Timmons, Officer. Rhea Timmons.” Her correction annoyed him.

“Whatever.” He said like some rough teenager.

“As I am stuck with you, I need to clear somethings.” He eyed her carefully in calm, collected yet somehow, annoyed manner. His sharp gaze seemed to be dissecting each and every integer in the equation called Rhea Timmons.

“First of all, I don’t want my partner to dress up like some actress from Boston Legal.” He pointed at her coat and her skirt. “Dress like a normal person.”

“Understood, Officer.” Her gaze was equally cold, soul-piercing and wise beyond her age.

He felt her body radiating the most complex emotions. There was a hint of curiosity, ambition, nervousness and also confusion. His clairvoyance developed a lot after puberty hit him. The only superhuman power he still used it. His clairvoyance consisted to perceive the emotional state of others. He wasn’t as good as a detective others assumed him to be. His general street smartness combined with his clairvoyance gave him the edge.

‘It will be hard to work with the usual methods.” He thought.
The very next thing his head ached like a really bad hangover. Reason? Off the charts piqued interest in him from his partner. A sense of excitement.

‘the hell?’ he tried to clear his head from the emotions he was enduring.

“Are you okay, officer?” a wave of panic.

He took some deep breaths, 30 seconds to get himself together.

“Fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Hmm.”

He needed a good rest.

“Also Timmons, I don’t like others asking me personal questions. Got that?” voice hard, deadpan and harsh. Too defensive.
“Yes, officer.” Now, she wasn’t radiating confusion. She was serious with same mysterious aura that can only rivaled him. Her face was polite.

“No officer, just Callahan.”

She nodded.

His hand went back to stereo.

“Do you mind, Timmons?”

She shook her head. He maxed the volume.
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Brick was frustrated by her frequent visits. How come she only visited him but not his brothers? That was a question he asked himself many times. He was more arrogant, angry and wild than his brothers. Yet she chooses to visit him every single week.

He was 13 and he hated her more than anyone.

As soon Mr.Kinnamann, Townsville Juvenile Center’s in charge left them alone, he broke his quiet demeanor.
“Go away, blondie!”

“Some gratitude would be nice, Brick. Do you know how many strings I had to pull just to see you.” She stared at him with her sapphire blue eyes.

“Very flattering. Thanks for stopping by.” Sarcastic vibes were off the charts. “Now go away! Leave me alone.”

“I brought presents.” Bubbles took no notice of his sarcasm.
“You have already given us a very good present.” Bitterness was seeping out of him making the environment gloomy. “This.”
He gestured towards the walls surrounding him.

“Blondie” sighed.

A cruel smile formed on Bricks' face.

“You know Brick, this is all your doing.  My sisters and I had no part in putting you guys here. The guy you beat up was my friend, he barely survived. I tried to save you and your team this. But do you think they would have listened to me? I am after all a 13 years old girl.”

“Your leader knows you come here?” He wanted to know.

“Who says she has to know. She is as stubborn as you are.” Bubbles smiled, dimples forming her cheeks.

Brick wondered what would it be like to smile like her. Genuine, heart-warming and sincere. He seemed that feeling out of his mind.

She emptied her bag. iPod, a bag of sweets and a packet of cinnamon-flavored bubblegum. His favorite.

“Do share it with your brothers.” She chirped.

“Gum is for you only.”

He couldn’t think of any reason why is she being so nice to him.
“I don’t get it. What do you see in this gum? I tried one piece and YUCK!” She made a face.

He couldn't hide his smile.

Author Notes: This is my first fanfiction on wattpad. Let me know if you like my story. And help me improve my writing.