FAKE Fic: Easy Arrest
Title: Easy Arrest
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo, OCs.
Rating: PG
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Dee and Ryo are after an armed mugger. He’s easier to find than they expected.
Word Count: 936
Written For: Challenge 333: Amnesty at fan_flashworks, using Challenge 292: Coincidence.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
Second shift, and well after dark. Dee and Ryo had been out getting a statement from the victim of an armed robbery. Mrs Edith Goldman, an elderly widow, had been mugged at gunpoint on her way home from visiting a friend in the hospital. As she’d walked the two blocks from the bus stop to the building where she lived, a man had leapt out at her from a dark alleyway between two of the old tenements, grabbed her by the arm, shoved a gun practically in her face, and demanded all her money and jewellery. It was a miracle, she said, that she hadn’t suffered a heart attack on the spot!
After he’d taken everything of value she had on her, including the wedding and engagement rings her late husband had bought her, the mugger had shoved her away so hard that she’d fallen to the sidewalk, twisting her ankle and spraining her wrist. Her attacker had run off and after a few minutes Mrs Goldman had managed to struggle to her feet and limp the rest of the way home, but now she was understandably more than a little frightened at the idea of leaving the safety of her apartment, with its triple deadbolts and securely locked windows, which was why the two detectives had gone to her home instead of having her come to the precinct.
While Ryo was reassuring the old lady that they would do everything they could to catch the thug responsible and to retrieve her stolen jewellery, Dee had decided to go out on the street and take a look at the scene of the crime, which was on the next block, barely a hundred yards from the bus stop.
He was walking slowly, head down, and eyes on the sidewalk, looking for clues, evidence, anything the mugger might have dropped as he’d made his escape, since Mrs Goldman was so shaken up that she wasn’t sure which direction her attacker had gone. Dee was also limping a bit himself, having turned his ankle on an uneven step coming down the stoop. Perhaps, what with it being quite late at night, everything taken together made him appear to be drunk, and therefore an easy target, because as he came close to a dark alleyway between two buildings, a youth in a hoody suddenly jumped out in front of him.
“Gimme all ya money, and that watch ya wearin’. Now! An’ don’t try nothin’ clever; I’ve got a gun!”
In Dee’s considered opinion it wasn’t much of a gun, a .22 pistol more suited to being carried around in a ladies’ purse, but he supposed that made it easy to conceal. Dee straightened up, his own police issue six-shot revolver suddenly in his hand and aimed steadily at the would-be mugger.
“What a coincidence, so do I, but mine’s bigger, and I’m a cop.” Dee flipped his jacket back with his free hand to reveal his badge clipped to his belt, gleaming in the glow of the streetlamps. He grinned viciously at the mugger. “You might wanna drop your gun and put your hands on your head, and don’t even try to run, ‘cause if ya do, I’ll shoot ya in the knee. Trust me, ya can’t even begin to imagine how much that would hurt.”
Eyes widening in shock, the mugger swallowed hard and dropped his gun, hurriedly lacing his fingers behind his head. Dee spun him around, slamming him none too gently face first into the wall, and cuffed his hands behind his back while reading him his rights.
Just as he was finishing up, footsteps sounded on the sidewalk. “Dee? Everything okay?” Ryo jogged up to join his partner.
“Everything’s peachy! I just caught me a mugger.”
“So I see. Hey, isn’t this the alleyway Mrs Goldman said her mugger was hiding in? That can’t be a coincidence.”
“My thoughts exactly. What’s the bettin’ when we search him we’ll find the jewellery he stole from her?”
“I’d say the chances are pretty high. It’s not too likely there’d be more than one mugger working this stretch. They don’t like competition.”
Dee huffed annoyance. “What’s crime in this city comin’ to?” Stooping, he picked up and pocketed the dropped .22, then yanked the cuffed thug away from the wall, and began to propel him back along the street to where they’d left their car outside Mrs Goldman’s building. “Where were ya when they were handin’ out brains, dumbass? Last in line? ‘Cause I think ya got short-changed. Hidin’ in the same spot twice in one night. Did ya think your last victim wouldn’t call the cops on your sorry ass? Hell, ya probably live nearby too, am I right? Amateurs! Makes our job so easy we hardly haveta try!”
Ryo snickered at his partner. “You’re complaining now because we didn’t have to work for this bust?”
“’Course not, I’ll take easy any day of the week, but at the same time, it’s kinda insultin’, don’t ya think?”
“It just proves we’re smarter than the average criminal.”
“This one’s way below average, if ya ask me. Gun’s probably not even loaded. Too much risk of shootin’ himself in the foot, or worse.”
“We can find that out when we get back to the precinct. For now, let’s just book him and throw him in a holding cell for the rest of the night. We can deal with him in the morning. It’s almost the end of our shift.”
Dee grinned at his partner. “Funny, I was just thinkin’ the exact same thing.”
Ryo returned the grin. “What a coincidence.”
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo, OCs.
Rating: PG
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Dee and Ryo are after an armed mugger. He’s easier to find than they expected.
Word Count: 936
Written For: Challenge 333: Amnesty at fan_flashworks, using Challenge 292: Coincidence.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
Second shift, and well after dark. Dee and Ryo had been out getting a statement from the victim of an armed robbery. Mrs Edith Goldman, an elderly widow, had been mugged at gunpoint on her way home from visiting a friend in the hospital. As she’d walked the two blocks from the bus stop to the building where she lived, a man had leapt out at her from a dark alleyway between two of the old tenements, grabbed her by the arm, shoved a gun practically in her face, and demanded all her money and jewellery. It was a miracle, she said, that she hadn’t suffered a heart attack on the spot!
After he’d taken everything of value she had on her, including the wedding and engagement rings her late husband had bought her, the mugger had shoved her away so hard that she’d fallen to the sidewalk, twisting her ankle and spraining her wrist. Her attacker had run off and after a few minutes Mrs Goldman had managed to struggle to her feet and limp the rest of the way home, but now she was understandably more than a little frightened at the idea of leaving the safety of her apartment, with its triple deadbolts and securely locked windows, which was why the two detectives had gone to her home instead of having her come to the precinct.
While Ryo was reassuring the old lady that they would do everything they could to catch the thug responsible and to retrieve her stolen jewellery, Dee had decided to go out on the street and take a look at the scene of the crime, which was on the next block, barely a hundred yards from the bus stop.
He was walking slowly, head down, and eyes on the sidewalk, looking for clues, evidence, anything the mugger might have dropped as he’d made his escape, since Mrs Goldman was so shaken up that she wasn’t sure which direction her attacker had gone. Dee was also limping a bit himself, having turned his ankle on an uneven step coming down the stoop. Perhaps, what with it being quite late at night, everything taken together made him appear to be drunk, and therefore an easy target, because as he came close to a dark alleyway between two buildings, a youth in a hoody suddenly jumped out in front of him.
“Gimme all ya money, and that watch ya wearin’. Now! An’ don’t try nothin’ clever; I’ve got a gun!”
In Dee’s considered opinion it wasn’t much of a gun, a .22 pistol more suited to being carried around in a ladies’ purse, but he supposed that made it easy to conceal. Dee straightened up, his own police issue six-shot revolver suddenly in his hand and aimed steadily at the would-be mugger.
“What a coincidence, so do I, but mine’s bigger, and I’m a cop.” Dee flipped his jacket back with his free hand to reveal his badge clipped to his belt, gleaming in the glow of the streetlamps. He grinned viciously at the mugger. “You might wanna drop your gun and put your hands on your head, and don’t even try to run, ‘cause if ya do, I’ll shoot ya in the knee. Trust me, ya can’t even begin to imagine how much that would hurt.”
Eyes widening in shock, the mugger swallowed hard and dropped his gun, hurriedly lacing his fingers behind his head. Dee spun him around, slamming him none too gently face first into the wall, and cuffed his hands behind his back while reading him his rights.
Just as he was finishing up, footsteps sounded on the sidewalk. “Dee? Everything okay?” Ryo jogged up to join his partner.
“Everything’s peachy! I just caught me a mugger.”
“So I see. Hey, isn’t this the alleyway Mrs Goldman said her mugger was hiding in? That can’t be a coincidence.”
“My thoughts exactly. What’s the bettin’ when we search him we’ll find the jewellery he stole from her?”
“I’d say the chances are pretty high. It’s not too likely there’d be more than one mugger working this stretch. They don’t like competition.”
Dee huffed annoyance. “What’s crime in this city comin’ to?” Stooping, he picked up and pocketed the dropped .22, then yanked the cuffed thug away from the wall, and began to propel him back along the street to where they’d left their car outside Mrs Goldman’s building. “Where were ya when they were handin’ out brains, dumbass? Last in line? ‘Cause I think ya got short-changed. Hidin’ in the same spot twice in one night. Did ya think your last victim wouldn’t call the cops on your sorry ass? Hell, ya probably live nearby too, am I right? Amateurs! Makes our job so easy we hardly haveta try!”
Ryo snickered at his partner. “You’re complaining now because we didn’t have to work for this bust?”
“’Course not, I’ll take easy any day of the week, but at the same time, it’s kinda insultin’, don’t ya think?”
“It just proves we’re smarter than the average criminal.”
“This one’s way below average, if ya ask me. Gun’s probably not even loaded. Too much risk of shootin’ himself in the foot, or worse.”
“We can find that out when we get back to the precinct. For now, let’s just book him and throw him in a holding cell for the rest of the night. We can deal with him in the morning. It’s almost the end of our shift.”
Dee grinned at his partner. “Funny, I was just thinkin’ the exact same thing.”
Ryo returned the grin. “What a coincidence.”
The End