The Rookie (Flip Zimmerman x Reader)

Target Practice

Waking up to the sound of semis driving past your apartment, it was 6:30 in the morning, this was not the best because the night before you spent hours catching up on the Roger Blackman case...

Having no idea why Flip wanted you to meet him in the parking lot, you opened your suitcase to throw on a skirt and a loose white tee...

Pulling into the parking lot it was only 7:30 AM, deciding to go into the station early you decided to wait until 8:00 to go back outside as you were instructed to...

If being a kiss ass to this arrogant asshole meant you actually experience the field then well kiss ass it is...

Catching the door with your hand, Ron wasn't in yet so there was nobody to greet with a warm welcome and actually mean it. One thing is for sure though you needed some caffeine in you asap. Making your way to the breakroom, the coffee machine was out of order sending you into a moody frenzy...

Checking the small oval watch that displayed across your wrist, there was still 15 minutes left, sitting down at the breakroom table the file that laid in your bag was now displayed across the table. Holding a pen in between your teeth, you noticed something off with the file, a page was missing...

"Shit where is it, where is it" Flipping the room inside and out looking for the missing page, this page was the blueprint of Vixens Breath Strip Club. Coming to your knees a slight breeze went up your skirt, along with the feeling of eyes peering on you. Interrupted by a familiar deep voice, you instantly froze...

"Looking for this?... Rookie mistake," Flips deep husky morning voice came from directly behind you.

Hurrying to covered the exposed skin peeking out from under your skirt, Flip dropped the paper on the table "Thank... Thank you I thought you said 8:00 o'clock in the parking lot?" extremely embarrassed you prayed  he hadn't seen to much. "Well, that's what I said but I forgot to get coffee this morning Rookie." rolling your eyes, you came back to your feet to stand right in front of him "Call me that again and I'm gonna start calling you Phillip" earning a deep huff from Flip his flannel was slightly open revealing his white thermal. This man was your mentor and as of today the only thing you were to Flip was someone to piss off. 

"Fine, lets go" 

"Where Exactly?"

"We got some preparation to do... before we catch that son of a bitch.." Although Flip was a pain in the ass, he still called last night to say sorry, although it was probably just orders from the chief. 

Walking outside the station a red truck's engine sent vibrations against the ground, "Is this yours?" questioning him it was such a coincidence, "I don't know is it?", god damn he just never stops being a dick, "I was gonna say my Grandpa drove one just like it before he passed?"... sighing to yourself Flip opened the truck door for you, for someone who hates your guts he still opens the doors for you.

After settling into the truck, a cigarette box sat in the cupholder, watching Flip close the truck door he walked around the front of the truck pushing his hair back. With the swing of the door, he jumped in the truck, sitting there in the passenger you crossed your legs softly pulling your skirt down...

*****

 After driving for around a half an hour the truck pulled into the middle of the woods, greeted with a pathway in the distance. "A hike, what are we gonna catch some acorn stealing squirrels Zimmerman?" As Flip shut the engine off his calloused hands griped the shift and put the truck in park. Opening the door you both got out only to head to the bed of the truck, "No were not--"

Watching him throw a bag over his shoulder, "Were gonna teach you how to shoot princess, think you can handle it?" if not for the fact you had never shot a gun before, then your fear of guns really helped for that. 

*****

Following the path, nervousness down your core,  Watching Flip walk down the path in front of you he truly was handsome and mysterious, in almost a week your first mission would hit and it would test if the field was for you or if the misogynistic men who thought other wise were correct... Coming down the path for about five more minutes a table accomponied by bottles lined against a tree, along with other targets. 

"Step one princess, this is the first step of being in this line of work, is being able to defend yourself got it." nodding in agreement the bag slammed on the table revealing around seven guns all different sizes and types. "Got it Sir," trying to take it serious you needed to pass this, seeing a smirk and slight laugh leave Flips lips he took the saftey off of one of the guns, a 45 to be exact. "Sir? I'm not fithy fucking years old Princess, it's Flip"...

"Got it, Flip!" Now turning away from you he looked down at the ground, planting his feet for support and aimed the gun at a bottle lined against the tree, flipping his hair before shooting. Covering your ears he shot the gun.

Bang, Bang, Bang

Emptying the clip he turned the safety back on the gun while holding the empty gun out to you. "Two rules you need to know... One always assume a gun is loaded" in a agreeing voice you held the gun placing your finger on the trigger. "Rule number two Princess.." watching as he clenched his jaw, Flips body warmth radiating against your dewy skin, feeling his breath hit your ear in a whisper "Never, keep your finger on the trigger unless your gonna pull it" becoming incredibaly nervous, it was no secret that Flip's touch made you pool., you couldn't help but bite your lip. Shaking your head you tried to shake the nerves off.

Stepping away from you he went over the different parts of the gun "Here, plant your feet apart, now lean against me" leaning against him Flip's hands found your waist, deciding to test his nerves you dropped the empty box of bullets to the brush covered earth. Bending down Flip didn't move at all, was this a sign? there was indescribable sexual tension. Innocently apologizing his hands grabbed your love handles, "Hold the gun like this..".

Extending your hand you positioned yourself just like Flip did, finally putting your finger back on the trigger you couldn't help but shake. "Fire" without hesitation you squinted one eye and fired at the bottle hitting it at the side shattering it. Sighing in relief you turned around to Flip and jumped into his embrace, slowly regretting this, you were overstepping silently stepping back that was only before Flip hugged you back. 

"Holy Shit you sure you never shot before!" he said walking to the table, "Never, im sorry I just am happy as hell thank you so much for doing this with me, so am I your partner now!" you said excited as hell...

Following his steps again and again you tried out multiple guns, all hitting the target each time with the help of flip he even gave you the "Atta girl" multiple times. Going through all of the bottles and puncturing most of the targets, your stomach was growling from the lack of food. Basically reading your mind Flip started packing up the weapons, "Come on Rookie, im starving" starting to walk back down the path you were reluctant on if this was a invite or a tip to drop you off. "Umm, okay if you want you can just drop me off" fixing your shirt and throwing your phone into your pocket he objected "That's just wasting fuel, we'll be fast think of it as a apology from yesterday"...

 "Okay but you're paying!"

A/N: GUYS PLEASE DON'T HATE ME IVE BEEN GOING THROUGH ALOT LATLEY AND IT'S BEEN HARD BUT WITH THE HELP OF YOU GUYS IT'S GETTING BETTER, I KNOW THIS CHAPTER WAS SHORT BUT IT WILL BE A THREE PART SEQUENCE AND TRUST ME MY WRITERS MOTIVATION WILL BE BACK SOON! BUT ANYWAYS TELL ME WHAT YOU THOUGHT OF THIS CHAPTER AND THANK YOU FOR GIVING ALL YOUR SUPPORT!

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