the line we cross | b.e. fanfiction

iris, a girl storing criminal records like a collection of polaroids, snapped another photo on a cool summer morning at the police station, where an officer couldn't help but be captivated; not by the charges, but the way her fingers curled around the mugshot placard.

billie had seen lots of crimes before, faces blurring into the same defiance of fear. but iris didn't blur. she lingered, sharp like the click of the camera.

something about the tilt of iris's head, the faint smirk tugging at her lips, made billie forget the rules she'd spend years memorizing. she was supposed to be detached and professional... yet she couldn't look away.