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I've got my eye on you Simon

I've got my eye on you Simon

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WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación lun, feb 27, 2023
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Fanfic
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Two art majors, both well known but for different reasons. One was known for being an outgoing, social butterfly and the other...well...his loneliness, aggression and not much else. John MacTavish was popular for all the good reasons, he was most favoured for his inclusive and loving personality, taking everyone and everything under his wing. Simon Riley on the other hand was popular for all the wrong reasons. His explosive personality and constant fighting made him popular amongst other troubled young adults. So what happened when these two polar opposites crossed paths? Well, I guess you'll just have to find out.
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What does the son of an ADA and a loose cannon police officer have in common? Both consistently fucked over by the Department of Justice, and held back by each other. Seattle, Washington Police Department is known for their community outreach, crime fighting initiatives, and steller k9 unit. Follow Detective Simon Riley Officer John MacTavish into the music industry as they attempt to uncover an unmastered murder. He left his post, stole clothing, and broke something that cost more than his entire salary. "Where's the painting?" I question. He looks confused, "What painting?" He asks. I close my eyes and sigh, "The same painting that could've put you right in front of our suspect so we could've caught him already? That painting?" I clarify. MacTavish scrunches the side of his mouth. I should've stayed a dispatch. {Also on Ao3}

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