𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐟𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫

forty-two

"Flashlight." Steve said his voice muffled by the screwdriver in his mouth "Thank you." He said, trading the vent cover and screwdriver for the flashlight.

Y/n and Robin stood a little back, watching both Steve and Dustin. Steve was standing up on a ladder, and Dustin stood at his side below him. Steve clicked on the flashlight, looking inside the small vent.

"Yeah, I don't know, man. I don't know if you can fit in here. It's, like....super tight." Steve said uncertainly.

"I don't think anyone could fit in there, unless it's maybe like a toddler or a small child." Y/n added frowning.

Dustin shook his head "I'll fit." He said as Steve climbed down "Trust me. No collar bones, remember?"

Y/n nodded "Thats right." She said "I totally forgot about that."

"Uh, excuse me?" Robin asked concerned.

Steve hops down and looks at Robin "Oh, he's, uh....Yeah, he's got some weird disease." He tried to explain "Chry, uh...It's chrydo, um...Something. Yeah, I dunno."

Y/n sighed and rolled her eyes "It's called cleidocranial dysplasia." She said.

"Yeah, whatever the hell Y/n said. Basically he's missing bones and stuff. He can bend like gumbo." Steve said explaining it in his own simple way.

Robin stared at him oddly for a second "You mean gumby." She corrected.

"I'm pretty sure it's gumbo." Steve argued.

Y/n sighed shaking her head "I'm in love with a moron." She mumbled, smiling slightly.

"Steve, just shut up and push me!" Dustin shouted, half his body inside the vent.

"Okay." Steve mumbled rolling his eyes, stepping on the first step of the ladder and pushing Dustin's feet.

"Not my feet, dumbass. Push my ass." Dustin said his voice echoing.

"What?" Steve asked caught off guard.

"Touch my butt! I don't care!" Dustin shouted aggressively.

Y/n snorted with laughter "Oh god." She said trying to keep a straight face.

Steve looked at Y/n wait a frown, before looking back and taking anothet step up the ladder. He placed his hands on Dustin's but, attempting to shove him inside the vent. But it wasn't doing much.

"Come on! Harder! Push harder!" Dustin screeched.

"I'm pushing!" Steve shouted, moving his hands away from his butt. Steve then tried to push him from his legs, and placing his hand back on Dustin's butt. Y/n couldn't help but burst into laughter, wishing she had a camera or something to photograph this moment.

"You're playing with my legs!" Dustin complained.

"I-I'm not playing, I have terrible footing." Steve argued trying to push him more.

Y/n managed to stop laughing for a moment "Oh my god, this is hilarious!"

"Oh yeah, keep laughing Y/n." Steve mumbled shaking his head.

"Come on!" Dustin screeched "Quit complaining to your girlfriend!"

"I'm just gonna shove you, ready?" Steve asked Dustin.

"Just shove me?"

"One, two..."

"Shit."

"Thay work?" Steve asked.

"One more time."

Y/n laughed some more "Steve, pull him out of there it's not going to work." She said.