incorrect | david loki x reader

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"nobody will ever know peace as long as you're around." david said, half serious, half sarcastic. i laugh.

today we get a new boss, and excited was something neither me or loki know at this moment in time. we'd both been out for coffee previous to headed work as we both decided on a fresh start between us, putting our past relationship behind us so that we can get on with the rumoured case that was supposedly coming our way. last time we were together during a case it all was messy, so maybe this time we'll both actually be able to function.

new boss, new role i guess? o'malley gave up on labelling me eventually, as i'd apparently went from assistant to all sorts in between, so he just started saying that as long as me and loki were working together he didn't care. neither me or david ever found out why.

knife crime had risen in pennsylvania as a whole recently, o'malley unfortunately falling victim to it last week. the department shut down for the remaining four days because of it. it was a shock to us all, but deep down everyone knew it was a pattern arising. it's hard to not notice, but everything is so messy about all of it that it'd be practically impossible to link it all back to one person. state to state, city to city. it's all stupid really, plus what would the motive even be?

the case surrounding him died down pretty quick, all surrounding stations chipped in, another reason for everyone's new boss. it was quite a simple crime, most key details remaining unknown. he's dead now, and there's nothing we can do. the suspects are still in questioning, but all we've been told is that it's still unsolved and that it's 'not our problem.'

i didn't know how long we'd been walking but it felt like only a few seconds before i found myself saying my goodbyes to david and walking into my house, grabbing the keys to my hellcat and walking into the garage.

my viper was giving me puppy eyes aswell as my mustang, but i may aswell make the most of her before i sell her at the end of this week. it'll be a sad goodbye, but it'll take away some of the not so great memories it holds, unfortunately some of the good too. god-knows the last time it ran, and the snow not helping it cold start, but she fires.

i get in, the sweet sound of that hiss screaming out the exhaust when i rev her up to her sweet spot of rpm and pull away, the garage doors opening and closing at the remote on the dash.
i do love having random qualifications that i don't really need.

it's only a small pull and one turn before i'm in at the station, probably a five minute walk, being honest, but i've forgotten what it's like to drive this car and it's nice to remember sometimes.

i pull in, turning my keys and taking them out as i open the door to see loki, waiting outside the doors leaning on the wall.

"david?"

"hu- oh. hey y/n."

"are you okay?" i ask, confused but hiding it. he looks dissapointed, almost upset, even disgusted as he looks at his phone, a mix of emotions behind his eyes and furrowed brows.

"yeah. you going in?"

"yeah, you coming?"

"yeah sure." he replies, opening the door for me.

i thank him, before seeing a small crowd of our coworkers gathered in almost a huddle in the middle of where all the desks and waiting chairs used to be.

i've never seen this place so bare.

it's almost like walking into a childhood home, but all the inches that marked your height growing up have been painted over on the wall, scrubbed off at the frame before a fresh coat.

it felt cold, barren and boring. i didn't think it could get anymore boring to look at, but there's no warmth without all the furniture, and i hate to say it, but o'malley too.