Badass Luna

Chapter 1

Elisabeth's POV

Sweat.

The only thing I could feel and smell as I entered the crowded club on a Friday night. I absolutely hate clubs. You must be thinking something along the lines of: 'Why are you in a club if you hate them?' Well the answer is simple. Blood. Well, not exactly, but something like that. Let me introduce myself, my name is Elisabeth Walker and I work for the NYPD. That clarifies why I'm in a club, thirsty to finally arrest the son of a bitch convicted of selling drugs illegally as well as sexual assault on minors, whom I've been hunting down for the past three weeks.

"El, there he is" my thoughts were interrupted when my partner, Emilia, spoke up, pointing me in the direction of our target. My heavy foot stomped the sticky floors as I started moving towards our arrestee, until Emilia pulled me back. "Wait, we can't just go there like that El, what if he tries to run-"

"Well then we hunt the son of a bitch Em" I snapped moving forward with my steps. I always had been the more wreckless one. If there was one thing I hated that was wasting my time, and I was definitely not going to waste it now that I had my target a few feet away from me. Emilia tried calling behind me, but she knew that nothing was going to stop me once I had made my mind up. That was something else about me, once I had made my mind up about something, there was no going back.

Jordan, the arrestee's back was facing us as he continued flirting with some girl who looked the least bit interested in the bald headed guy.

"Come on, one night Serena" I heard him shout through the noise to the woman in front of him.

"I wouldn't suggest this particular night" I commented into his ear as I pulled my handcuffs out, grabbing his hands roughly and shoving them through the metal cuffs. He was petrified when his face saw mine, and he started flailing around the cuffs, trying his very best to manage some sort of escape. I grabbed him harshly by the collar, dragging him out of the club where Emilia already waited by the police car expectantly.

"See, I told you I'd get him" I commented, shoving Jordan into Emilia's direction.

"I didn't doubt you" she answered grabbing onto the pathetic excuse of a person.

"Woah woah. Hold on, you can't do this to me! Why are you even arresting me?" Jordan yelled right before Emilia managed to dispose of him in the back seat of the police car.

"Oh god, are you seriously going to make me do this you fucktard?" I mentioned, more to myself than him.

"Yes, I need to know why I'm getting arrested. I'm innocent-" I cut him off, knowing what was coming my way.

"Jordan Parrish, you are under arrest for the trafficking of illegal drugs and sexual assault on minors. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be held against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney blah blah blah blah blah. I think you get the point fucktard. I'm sure you've watched enough movies to know what I'm going to say next. Now get in the car, you're going to jail" Just as he was pushed into the backseat, I heard footsteps approach, making me turn around to see two large men walking towards us. Excusing myself from Emilia, I moved ahead, meeting them halfway.

"Is there a problem gentleman?" The two men looked at me, somewhat trying to intimidate me.

"You have got to come with me" The taller man said, his slight foreign accent being highlighted through his words. I chuckled.

"I don't think so" He ran his fingers through his hair, as if contemplating his next moves. Being a cop, I had been trained to read body language for cases such as these.