Y/N walked down the sidewalk in downtown Miami, the heat beating down on her black shirt. She shoved her hands in her pockets, keeping her head up as she sporadically looked around. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of someone who she'd seen a few blocks earlier.
Y/N ducked into a narrow alleyway, waiting for the person to follow her. Within thirty seconds, the person she saw behind her followed into the alleyway. Y/N moved quickly, pinning them to the wall, her left hand covering their mouth as her right held a gun to their abdomen. "Detective?" She asked once she could clearly see them under the hat they wore. Y/N sighed, removing her hand and placing her gun back in the waistband of her pants.
"Don't suppose that's registered, is it?" Camila asked, brushing off her pants, and smoothing the wrinkles in her shirt.
Y/N rolled her eyes, dismissing her question. "Why are you trailing me, Detective?"
"You show up out of the blue at a case we've been working for months. Then you show up at the station. What kind of detective would I be if I didn't try and figure you out." Camila raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms.
"That's fair." Y/N nodded. "Too bad I made you about three blocks back." She shoved her hands in her pockets.
Camila squinted her eyes. "I'll figure you out someday, Y/N."
"I wouldn't count on that, Detective. No one has ever figured me out. Including myself."
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"A drug dealer?" Lauren questioned. "Twenty bucks says it's a deal gone bad." She theorized.
"Lauren, would you stop betting on the people we get. Please." Dinah rolled her eyes, accessing different files on the new person the three received.
Lauren muttered a sorry, as she handed the file to Y/N who began to read it over. "I've seen this name before." She thought aloud. "The detective. I went through the files on her desk the other day when she went out to get coffee. His name was on a case she was covering."
"First off, what is with your obsession with this detective?" Dinah asked.
"Just because I'm thorough doesn't mean I have an obsession." Y/N argued.
"Fine. Whatever." Dinah dismissed. "Secondly, why would a homicide detective be looking into a drug dealer?" The other two shrugged. "Well, anyway. Let's go figure out what this man is up to."
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After placing a tracker on the newest person, Alex Martel, Dinah kept a close watch on where he went. They also figured out, with some help from the street cams, that every week, at the same time, Alex showed up at an empty factory. He stayed for about twenty minutes max before leaving.
Y/N and Lauren set out to that factory in an attempt to see what he was doing there and to collect more of an idea on who he was. The two were hiding up on the second level, looking down over the open area beneath, making sure they were out of sight. "Alright ladies, Martel is about thirty seconds from the factory." Dinah told them through their ear pieces.
"Y/N," Lauren muttered, bumping into her hip. Once she gained her coworker's attention, she nodded towards the door. Y/N looked over, only to see a small familiar brunette walk in.
"You have got to be kidding me." Y/N snarled. Ignoring Dinah's warning that Martel had just arrived as well as another large SUV, she quickly hopped over the railing and made her was down to the main floor. Moving quietly, she came up behind Camila, pulling her into an empty closet, her hand pressed firmly over her mouth. "Shh..." Y/N attempted to stop Camila from moving around as the smaller girl's hands tugged at the stranger who was blocking her mouth. "It's me, calm down."
"Mmm-mmhmm?" Camila spoke into her hand, calming down once she recognized the voice.
"Are you gonna be quiet?" She asked. Camila nodded before breathing heavily once she was finally able to breathe comfortably again, Y/N's hand now removed from her mouth.
The two looked out the small window, seeing Alex Martel meet up with another man, clad in an expensive looking suit, two men flanked him on each side. "Here," Alex spoke, tossing the duffel bag towards the other man. "It's all there."
One of the man's guards looked at the bag's contents before nodding to, what they assumed to be, the man in charge. "Very well." A different man handed Alex a different bag. "I expect the same next week. If that bag isn't brought back to me full of cash—"
"I know. You don't have to say it again." Alex cut him off, slinging the bag over his shoulder.
"Wow," The man looked taken aback. "You have a mouth on you, huh?" He smirked. "I'll let it slide this time. Don't interrupt me again." His voice hardened. Alex nodded, clearly frightened. "What are you waiting for? Go." He spoke, Alex turning and left the building. The rest of the men filed out as well.
After a few moments, Dinah told the girls they were good, as the other people were a few blocks away now.
Y/N opened the closet door, letting herself and Camila tumble out. "How many times is this going to happen?" The detective asked, referring to Y/N always being present at her cases.
"How many times are you gonna put yourself in danger?" Y/N fired back. "If I didn't come down here, you'd be dead. Or worse."
Camila stayed quiet for a few moments. "I can take care of myself."
"Sure." Y/N dismissed. "Lauren, come on. Let's let the detective finish...whatever she came here to do." Lauren came down from where she was up above, scaring Camila. The two left, leaving Camila speechless.
Who the hell was this girl?
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(a/n): picture y/n holding camila against herself, her hand over her mouth, in a confined space. 🤪
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FanfictionY/N has always been involved in crime. It's become the one constant in her life. Recently, she shifted her ways. After her computer genius friend, Dinah, developed a system that gives out information on soon-to-be or career criminals, Y/N joined fo...
