#madcom lucky

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Lucky knew what a code black meant.

Not cookies, or fire, or earthquake. Not a workplace death, or Puffball.

Tommy. Tommy fuckin' Sheriff.

Lucky'd never met the man- of course, she didn't want to, but all the same- why? How? Was it really one, tall, admittedly handsome man. Lucky shook her head. Focus focus. I gotta get out. In a rush, she gathered up her papers to finish at home- she wasn't too worried, after all, the agents would slow him down, right?

BANG! BANG!

Lucky jumped at the noise, dropping her papers. "FUCK!" She cried, quickly bending down to collect them.

She froze as she heard the very distinct sound of a wholeass door being ripped open. "Well, well, whadda we got 'ere?" Asked a husky voice. Lucky didn't move, staying in her very, ahem, awkward position as footsteps clanked towards her loudly. "Stand up, pretty lady."

Lucky gasped loudly as a paw gripped her scruff, causing her to go limp. She was lifted up off the ground and dropped, falling on her shaky feet. "Turn around, girl. I wanna see a pretty face before I mangle it."

Lucky blushed, deeply. Turning around with a gasp, she realized who it was: Tommy. Tommy fuckin' Sheriff. "Ehm, yer prettier in person- um, I mean-" She clasped her paw over her mouth. Fuck. Whoops.

Thankfully for her, the remark was. . . well-recieved?

"D'awwe," Tommy replied with an awkward cough, "Now yer makin' me blush. C'mon, girlie, don't make me feel so conflicted 'bout this."

"D- d'ye have ta?" Lucky asked shakily. Please say no. Please say no. Please say no.

Tommy eyed her up and down for an uncomfortable amount of time before running a paw bean along his lower "jaw". "Hurmph. S'pose not. Can't leave ye alone though. . . hm."

Just take me, please.

"Welcome to th' team, girlie. What's yer name?"

Lucky's face flushed even further. "E-erm, I'm Lucky."