#copsaint

                      where is he ? jean’s knee jerk reaction is to again, ask for a warrant, and ignore him when he fails to show one, but his voice calls for pause. eyes catch sight of bloodstained badge and she feels her heart sink. there’s nothing she can do to help him, it’s against the rules. a battle between the part of her sworn to help people, and the part of her who knows how dangerous it is to do so. she’s fixed dirty cops before at orian’s request, only a handful and none of them were stupid enough to wave their badge around a hospital full of criminals. she responds before she has a plan, a demand not to move because he’s bleeding, fuck he’s bleeding and it’s not good. she knows he’s not gonna make it out of here if she doesn’t do something.

                      jean starts to panic, eyes flickering across his features, because she can’t just leave him out there to die, if someone sees, if this gets out...  “you want in here, you gotta follow the rules like everyone else, you got that ? ”  voice is stern, the tone a mother might have with a child during a tantrum. little room for argument.  “i can help you, but you gotta work with me here.”  she’s shaking, trembling in her fucking boots. this could get her killed. she’s risking her life for a bleeding fucking cop. because she’s promised to help people, and he’s here bleeding onto her fucking floor, asking about a possible patient. stubborn son of a bitch.

               ❛     hey,     clint     eastwood,     you     mind     getting     outta     the     way     ?       if     you     hadn't     noticed,     i     kinda     got     the     world     to     save,     so                     ❜

‘  OF COURSE NOT.  ’    SHE TEASES, A SMILE TOUCHING AT HER LIPS – A SUBTLE CURL,  ring of keys dangling from a delicate finger, swinging to and fro – toying with man’s liberation. quite literally in her hands, after all. she wasn’t the one who managed to get LOCKED INSIDE. she smirks, pride following sudden control – friend or foe, carlton’s freedom depends on gazala’s mercy – of her ever changing whim; threatened to alter should detective prove too ill-mannered.

                          ‘  but saying something NICE might get you out sooner.  ’

UR WELCOME

                      it’s been a slow day, what guests she has are in their rooms, hiding from each other. criminals aren’t exactly the most social type, especially with the artemis rules stating they aren’t allowed to kill each other. she’s on her way to fix mister acapulco when the sound at the front grabs her attention, gate is kept securely locked for this reason. “you got a warrant ? ” she’s almost sure she knows the answer, no judge would be crazy enough to rub the wolf king the wrong way by giving him one.