#cop!keith

A continuation of our “Rookie cop meets lovable idiot” AU series

Summary:

The airport is quiet at 4:30 in the morning. Lance's suitcase drags behind him and Keith squeezes his hand tight. This will be the first time they’ve been apart for more than a week. And right after Keith’s moved in. He shifts his weight from foot to foot, trying to clamp down on the emerging loneliness in his chest.

“Hey.” Lance steps into his space, taking his chin in his fingertips and lifting his gaze. “I won’t be gone long.”

Read at AO3 here.

Word count: 2,175

Status: Complete.

"Copy. I'll be there in a minute."

Keith Marshall was a young officer, but he was good. He'd been on the job for five years, now. Straight out of the academy, he'd trained since high school to become a cop. He was twenty-six now, and he was used to the quiet streets of Savannah-- where the biggest problems were, and who the biggest problems were.

He had a feeling who was performing the robbery, that was for sure.

He pulled up to the small, privately-owned bank, and climbed out of his cruiser. He smirked when he saw a few of his comrades already there, one pulling a familiar, black-haired young man from the building in handcuffs.

"Tha' lil' idiot," the shaggy-haired man snorted, readjusting his hat before going to question some witnesses for details.