#technically right

a/n: this was so much fun to make, thank you for this ask! It’s currently 5 am and I haven’t slept yet but that’s okay, I hope you love this chapter! @lausterdomyamong

“Good morning!” You chirp at various, random officers as you pass around donuts. The same donuts you researched and made based on the different likes of each officer. The same donuts you made for various ranking cops, to get the best possible reputation as fast as possible.

They nod and greet you back respectfully. A relief and thankfulness flooding over them from their stereotypical snack of choice. All you do is smile and pass around more, before last but not least leaving a whole box for the Lieutenant to indulge in for himself.

You’re about to walk away when a hand grabs your hand, you spin around, curious as to who would want your attention, especially so physically. You raise your brow, expectingly toward the person but it immediately falls once you recognize the person. And how you dread speaking, or even just looking as this god forsaking piece of shit. If only you could get rid of him.. Unfortunately, he seems like a leech that won’t stop sticking around. A pawn that will annoyingly not go down with the other pieces, it irritates you beyond anything else.

“Oh, it’s you.” You deadpan, quickly removing your grip from his. “What do you want?” You ask snippy. “Oh I already know, listen dude I already told you, common sense can’t be bought!”

Gavin rolled his eyes, smirking down at you, since you are in fact, the only person shorter than him. And to be completely honest, that’s the only attribute he has over you, not like you should care though.

“How come your ass didn’t give me some damn donuts, huh?” He ask, pointing towards the other individuals who happily snack on your free dessert. “And the old man gets a whole box to himself?” He gestures to the box on Lieutenant’s desk, lightly scoffs, while seemingly tries to get closer to you. “You’re really trying to get promoted so quickly, huh? By getting him in he grave faster?”

Yes. That’s exactly it actually. However Gavin’s so far up his own ass, he probably on sees it as a way to get under your skin. Dumbassery at its finest.

You sigh, backing up a little as you wave your hand in front of your nose in fein disgust. Even throwing in a fake gag for shits and giggles. “You have no room to judge while your breathe is attacking my nostrils.”

You spin around to leave but your wrist is now roughly twisted, so painful you can’t help but yelp. You whimper loudly, the pain in your voice spreads across the office, effectively making all noise in the office space cease to exist. Even the very front of the building with random strangers had stopped all conversations to figure out what’s happening at the movement.

“Now you listen here, asshole.” Gavin snaps, shoving his finger in your chest, making gasps in more pain, tears in the corner in your eyes, and that’s when you both heard it, the sound of a mug dropping to the ground.

“Gavin, what the fuck are you doing?”

You both spin around to an officer emerging through the ground, visible anger on her face as she stalks up, cracking her knuckles, a crowd in similar fashion behind her.

You quickly rush to them, showing them the quick purplish makeup you placed on this morning, hoping Gavin somehow fucked up so you could use it against him. And boy, did it work.

You bat your eye lashes innocently, a pained expression on your delicate face, softness on each syllable you utter. “H-He hurt me. He always seem to hurt me..” You through a fearful look back at Gavin, winking in the process, of course a wink he could only see.

Gavin laughs in amusement, pointing at you like you are a stupid child. “Do you really believe this sack of shi-“

“-We’re gonna murder him.” A male officer snarls, and the crowds cheers with him, rushing toward Gavin in swarms. You see the cockiness flood out his expressions, as fear and agony takes place.

He screams, and cries trying to get away from the angry mob, clawing for freedom, screaming out for Captain Frowler who only seems to watch the ordeal from his shiny glass windows, sipping on his coffee mug while multitasking on a completed case form on his desk.

You wipe the tears away from your eyes, sniffling turning to steady breathing, the frown that seemed permanently etched on your face slowly smooths to a smirk.

And Gavin catches it all. Watches as you fix your hair, and your clothes, before waving at him, winking and blowing a kiss. Walking towards Captain Fowler to talk to him about Detective Gavin Reed‘s extremely destructive and violent with you and other employees, and how you, an Officer, is much more fitted and well liked for the job.

The unplanned interview went smoothly, you left Captain Fowler’s office with a smile on both parties faces, walking back to your desk, as you snap a quick video of Gavin being choked by a chicken’s foot and laugh, throwing a middle finger up, making sure he sees, making sure he sees the pure spawn of Satan in front of him, clear and present. You smile, watching the ordeal from your seat, eating the last donut you had saved up with sweet satisfaction, effectively bringing up the donut with the cursive name etched with red icing, Gavin, relishing at his high pitch squeals from the background. The pawn is finally, finally falling.

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