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"What are you doing?" The short detective asked the taller man with fire-red hair.
"Well, what does it look like honey? I'm bringing you coffee! All this time you're spending trying to put me behind bars, figured you'll be tired!"
"You are one of the most wanted man in the city, in the state even, and so you think bringing the detective investigating you, some coffee is a good idea Gerard? God, how come we still haven't catch you?!"
"Oh darling, you won't arrest me! You can't! You have no proof, and I'm way too good looking for jail! So yes, Frank, bringing you coffee is a brilliant idea. And you're incredibly hot when you're tired and furious, which you obviously are right now" Gerard smiled proudly. He sat the cup of coffee he had been holding, on Frank's desk and walked away, swaying his hips more than was strictly necessary.
Frank chuckled softly and tried the coffee. Black with just the right amount of sugar. Fuck, Gerard really knew what he was doing.
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Frank was fairly new to the city. He had been born there but after the divorce his mother had moved to New Jersey and he had grown up there. But, after rigorous studies and training he was back in Chicago. He was now a police detective, the youngest on the force. Everyone was slightly corrupt around him. Most of the officers told him that gangs actually helped keep the city in order.
Frank just couldn't accept that. He had to at least tried to do something. So, when he arrived he asked to be assigned to the Ways case. The commissioner had smiled knowingly and given him the files. Jamia Nestor was a great cop, but she was also used to young officers coming in with big dreams, and she knew they all came to their senses after a while and started seeing the reality of the city. You couldn't hope to accomplish anything of you refused any dialogue with the gangs. She chose to consider it a necessary evil.
Since then Frank had gone over every single sheet of paper in the file at least a thousand times. When he finally realized nothing new would simply appear in the middle of the pages he decided it was time to meet the Way brothers.
Gerard, the oldest, and Mikey. They were running their operations from the Peninsula, one of Chicago's best hotel. They were permanent guest since they helped the owner acquire it. They had the top floor all to themselves. Even though he tried not to look too impressed by his surroundings, Frank, coming from a modest family, couldn't help but to feel dwarfed by the magnificent decor.
His first meeting with Gerard went surprisingly well. Gerard was very polite and though he had had an amused smile the whole time, he had never shown condescendence. He even that he respected Frank's opinion on justice and wouldn't try to buy him off. He showed him around the place and told him to come back anytime if he wanted to ask some more questions if the need ever arises.
Frank had left slightly confused. How could this young man, 'cause Gerard couldn't be older than him by much, be in charge of the most dangerous gang in all of Chicago? This puzzled him. So, he had gone back to his files, trying to find new evidence in old reports, even if the chances were very slim. He also started a campaign to have every other officer grant him access to theirs cases if it were seemingly tide to the Way brothers. He had not go back to the Peninsula. He was pretty sure, another meeting with Gerard would only distract him.
But after a few weeks, Gerard showed up. In the middle of the police station. Waving to a couple of officer. Completely unfazed by the fact that many cops would probably want to arrest him. But no one made a move and he walked through the desks calmly until he was standing by Frank’s.
“Hello detective Iero. I’m glad to see you’re okay. I must admit, since you never came back to see me, I was a little worried you got yourself shot, or something equally unpleasant!”.
Frank stared, incapable of forming a coherent sentence. What the fuck was Way doing here? He couldn’t start to wrap his head around it…
“Are you aright detective? Oh god, I didn’t break you did I?” Way seemed genuinely confused, “Are you having a stroke? Did I give the puppy a stroke?!?”
“’M not a puppy!” Frank’s brain finally started working again. “Not a puppy…. And what the fuck are you doing here? Do you have a death wish?” Frank whispered between his gritted teeth, looking equally mad and confused.
“A death wish? No, not really…’’Gerard looked a bit taken aback, “But you do know no one’s gonna hurt me here…Like, you’re the one investigating my amazing ass, so, technically, you’re the only one I need to worry about. But, by judging by your adorable face, you have nothing on me! Unless you wanna shoot me?” Gerard seemed perfectly at ease surrounded by cops. He was now even sitting on the edge of Frank’s desk, an amused grin hovering on his lips.
“Are you… Are you seriously flirting with me?” Frank was quite in shock. Fist his suspect was sitting there like he owned the dam place (which, after reflection, he maybe did), then, said suspect was now sweet talking him… That didn’t make any sort of sense to Frank.
Gerard leaned in, too close for comfort, and stage-whispered “Yes, but don’t tell anyone, they might arrest you on charges of association with a known criminal”, he then sat back and winked at a very stunned Frank.
After the initial shock, Frank started laughing, “Hahaha, okay, so you are insane! Great, makes my job easier, crazy people always end up making a mistake!”
Gerard startle a bit at that, “Nop, not insane. And you won’t catch me. Sorry. But, even at the risk of being corny, I must admit I am crazy for your eyes. Like, seriously Iero, you got some amazing eyes!” And with that Gerard stood up and left.
After that he came in at least twice a week, often more, to bring Frank some coffee. They were no on a first-name basis, even though Frank didn’t really like that. But Gerard had started calling him Frank and so he had wanted to even the field.
The most infuriating thing was, the coffee was absolutely divine. Frank didn’t knew how, but Gerard had gotten it right since the first time. And it was way better than anything he could get his hands on at the station.
He had started to look forward to that time of the day when Gerard would walk in, red hair, black leather jacket, impossibly tight black jeans, and coffee in hand. Frank told himself it was just because of the coffee. But it wasn’t entirely true…Gerard, even though he was a criminal, was actually sort of a great guy. Smart, funny, and incredibly nerdy, just as much as Frank, which was undeniably some sort of record. And then there was the “bad-boy” attitude, and the fact that he was so incredibly sexy that it looked like he had just walked right out of Frank’s teens fantasies. Gerard was the sort of boy your mother would definitely disapproved of and that you’d meet at night in some shitty parking lot to make out with.
But he was a criminal. And Frank couldn’t forget that or he would find himself in the kind of problems he really didn’t want to find himself in.
And so, it continued. Gerard would show-up. Infuriate Fran and flirt with him, offer coffee, and leave after a few minutes. After almost two months it had become a well-established routine. Gerard would come every day, and when he couldn’t he’d sent one of his goons with the coffee and a note of apologies. Frank was, of course, still denying his feelings, and not an inch closer to catch Gerard.
This situation was kind of comfortable for Frank though. He actually got to do his job without making any concessions, but he still got to see the handsome gang leader So, yeah, he liked it, a lot.