One-Shot Collection - Keanu Reeves.

- 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙏𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙣 -

"Today is the day" I mutter to myself quietly.

I walk into the office, my leather jacket slapping against my back as I take long strides. I take a sip of my coffee, the warm liquid running down my throat. I pull my sunglasses off my face, placing them atop of my long auburn hair. I sigh, looking at the cops running around attending to their daily business. I see harry walking towards me, cane in hand. His look is annoyed, like usual. Great, what does this ass hat want.

"Hey! you're late" he says, coming up to me. I roll my eyes "Just by a minute or two, you know how traffic is around here! It's LA for god's sake" I say, giving him a playful frown. He signals for me to follow him, letting him wobble with his cane a few meters in front of me. God, Jack really didn't hesitate with shooting him in the leg huh. Motherfucker had it coming I guess. I follow him into McMahon's office, taking a seat in the corner quickly.

I take another sip of my coffee, looking around at the empty desk in front of me. "Why are we here?" I ask, turning around to look at sitting Harry. He scowls "What do you think? We are giving you a mission and setting you up with a partner" he says, rolling his eyes. It's more turn to roll my eyes, laughing at his comment. "I don't work with people, I work alone" I say, sipping my warm coffee. "This is L.A.P.D you don't get to work alone, you aren't special" he retorts, growing agitated. "Well, I beg to differ since you guys privately hired me and pay me a thousand a month to help you all on mission" I spit back, giving my final word.

I'm distracted as McMahon walks in, paying little attention to Harry. He sits behind his desk, unbuttoning his jacket as he does so. He gives me a large fake moustache covered smile. "Morning, late I see" he mutters, looking at my coffee. I hold back my eye roll, the pay check he hands me every month buzzing in the back of my head. "I heard you guys are putting me on a mission?" I question, taking the seat on the other side of his desk, facing him. He nods approvingly, pulling a folder out of his desk. He slaps it down in front of me, bargaining for me to open it. My eyes flicker to him for a moment, placing my coffee down on the coaster. I pick up the file, leaning back into the seat. I open it and come face to face with a mugshot and info sheet on the man that stares back at me.

The word bomber sticks out at me on the page, my eyes quickly faltering on Harry. My eyebrows quirk up, the corners of my lips turning. "Look Harry, it's another crazy bomber" I snicker, eyes falling back on the sheet. I can see Harry holding back his anger in the corner of the room. My eyes move onto McMahon, brows furrowed. "What does any of this have to do with me?" I question, setting the folder back on the desk. He clasps his hands on the desk, titling his head. "Well, we wanted to assign you to the mission with a partner" he says, another fake cheery smile on his face. "I don't work with people" I say coldly, crossing my arms in the seat. His smile drops, a sly smirk replacing it. "Well, sucks for you huh" he replies, leaning back into the chair.

I sigh, rubbing my eyes for a moment. You assholes are so lucky that I work for you. If it wasn't for me, you all would still be running around like headless chickens trying to solve cases you wouldn't even come close to solving. I bite my bottom lip aggressively. "Well, can you at least tell me who the asshat I'm working with is?" I say annoyed, giving Harry a cold stare. McMahon puts his head on his hand. "Oh your going to love him" he says sarcastically, eyes flickering to Harry. "He should be here any moment actually" he adds, head turning towards the door.

My gaze follows his, waiting for someone to appear. A figure appears after a moment, a laugh instantly escaping my throat. I scan Jack head to toe, studying his outfit. He wears a white t-shirt and a plaid shirt, his gun holster hanging at his side from his waist. Jacks eyes move from me and then Harry, a look of disapproval on his face. "Oh my god, this is so funny" I mutter, looking at Harry. "A case about a crazy bomber and I'm working with Jack? the irony" I continue, following Jack as he sits beside me. Jack raises an eyebrow at me, his eyes trailing down my body slowly. Watch the eyes buddy. "Another bomber, huh" Jack mutters, a smirk on his face.

"What's so funny?" McMahon asks, eyes jumping between me and Jack. My cheeks turn a bright pink as the memories of a party night with Jack flood through my head. Me and Jack share a look, holding back laughs. "Nothing sir, nothing" I mutter, lightly slapping my hands on the arm rests. Jack reaches for the file, opening it and scanning it quickly. His face contorts into a couple different emotions as he reads the file, quickly closing it. Jacks eyes bounce between me and Harry, letting out a long tired sigh.

"So when do we start?" I ask, looking up at McMahon. He smiles, crossing his arms again.

"Right now preferably"