Cops and Robbers | ✓

6 | the case to crack

"What the heck are we going to do?" Alya stressed, grabbing a handful of her hair with both hands. The brunette paced back in forth while her partner continued to exam the almost empty case. "We have nothing! Literally nothing! How are we going to do this?!"

"Would you just calm down?" Marinette grumbled. Rolling her eyes, she focused them on the picture of the last known sighting— the only thing the case held that could somewhat help them figure out who was behind the crime.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it," Alya continued her pace. "I've never dealt with a case so small before."

Marinette ignored her last comment as Alya continued to pace. It was true, they literally had nothing. Although Marinette was trying to stay positive throughout this situation, it was difficult to do so.

"Take a look at the last known sighting," Marinette said, directing Alya's attention over to the last known sighting. "Anyone in this picture could be a suspect. He was wrong about us not having any known suspects."

Alya's eyes focused on the picture, and pupils widened in amazement. "You're right! This is fantastic! You're so good at this!"

Marinette sighed and mentally took note to slap her forehead later for Alya's obliviousness. "Concentrate on the photo," The ravenette advised, her finger tracing the image. "Who would you think would be a good person to start investigating?"

There was silence before Alya exclaimed, "Ooh! The guy dressed in the chicken suit!"

"What?" Marinette didn't believe it at first until her eyes found the man in the image who was indeed dressed in a chicken suit— probably out advertising something. She mentally slapped her forehead again, now wondering if Alya had any experience at all.

After a while, Marinette just had to ask, "Do you even know what you're doing?"

Alya's bright smile never left her lips, "Nope!" And Marinette cringed when the brunette purposely popped the p. "But this is so exciting!"

"Didn't anyone teach you this in your academy?" Marinette couldn't believe what she was hearing.

Alya shook her head, her smile still evident. "Nope!" Once again, she had the audacity to pop the p.

Marinette was almost temped to strangle her for that.

The ravenette shook her head in disbelief. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. How could Alya not have been taught this in her academy? Every policeman on the force was taught this stuff. Marinette should know. It was extremely difficult to get her badge in her home country.

An incoming call broke the ravenette's concentration, but the call did not come from her own device. Instead, the sound emitted from Alya's pocket, and she smiled sheepishly before saying, "I should probably take that."

Mairnette simply nodded and turned back to the photo. She listened as the door clicked closed behind her, indicating Alya's exit, and she couldn't help but let out an exhale of air in relief. She didn't mean to be rude, but she could probably take care of this case by herself.

Alya didn't even know what she was doing, which was a problem. How could she even call herself a police officer if she had no experience with this kind of stuff? How could she even have a job? She would only be in the way, and that was something Marinette had to avoid. Because if Alya thought this was a game, then she needed a new perspective.

It wasn't a game to Marinette, oh no. This was something very serious in her book. She'd been trained from the early dusk of day to the dawn of night to be where she was today. It was no game being on the force. Everything was too serious. But it needed to be that way to get the job done correctly.

Maybe that was why Marinette was so... serious all the time.

Marinette's eyes darted to the door Alya had exited out of a few minutes ago. She expected her partner to return quickly, even though Alya had no earthly idea what she doing. But, it seemed as if Alya was taking her time talking to whoever it was she was talking to, who had called her during work hours.

The buzz of her intercom interrupted her thoughts, and she held the button down before listening intently. "Hello?"

"Officer Marinette, Officer Alya," It was the same man before, or rather, their superior, who had given them this retched case. "I think we've found a suspect for your case."

Her eyes brightened by these news. "I'll be down right away, sir," she replied shortly, before she cut the connection. Standing to her feet immediately, the ravenette fumbled to stash away the case file into her desk. She make her way to the door of her office as quickly as possible.

As she exited their office, she couldn't find her partner anywhere in sight. With little time to spare, Marinette had no choice but to head down to her superior's office... alone. She wasn't sure where Alya had done, but it was time for her to meet their very wanted suspect.

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"Where is Officer Alya?" Her superior had asked the moment he saw his newest agent only enter his office. Marinette felt slightly embarrassed and partly at fault that she was alone, and without her partner, as if she had done something wrong on her part.

"I'm not sure, sir," Marinette answered truthfully. She hesitantly took a seat in the chair in front of his desk. "She went to take a phone call about twenty minutes ago and hasn't returned."

He hummed in response, before he stood to his feet. "Then I suppose only you will be meeting our suspect today. Officer Alya will be dealt with later."

Marinette couldn't help but gulp at that. What was that supposed to mean? What would he do to Alya? To her courier? As much as Marinette deemed Alya to be irresponsible, she didn't want her partner to lose her job.

"Follow me," the man said, making his way around his desk and towards his office door. Marinette stood quickly, and with no hesitation, followed him out the door.

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Question:
                 Who do you think Alya was talking to over the phone?

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