Noodle: I.

Balancing a Hello Kitty pencil on her upper lip and going cross eyed as she stared at it, Auston Macbride or Mac as she liked to be called sat at her desk like any other Tuesday morning. Across from her with her desk pressed up against Mac's was the girls partner and long time friend Rion Bailey, her feet resting on the desk crossed at the ankles and her head leaned back as she dozed off.

The two were part of the Narcotics division of the New York City Police Department and currently on desk duty as punishment for accidentally blowing up half a block of industrial warehouses on a drug bust in down town Manhattan.

Luckily, the only injuries were to the criminals in question and after a quick hospital visit they were booked in County jail while the girls were bitched at by their Sergeant and the Mayor for what they had done. The Mayor had demanded their immediate termination for such an incident while their Sergeant had argued that they were the best in the department and he could punish them in less permanent ways.

It was the middle of their third week of desk duty and they had another two to look forward to of the mundane bullshit they were stuck with. At first, they'd tried to pass the time by browsing the web for shirtless guys, funny videos, watching Anime, etc. Until their Sergeant had blocked the internet for them and they'd gone to racing in office chairs throughout the building but he'd yet again ruined their fun and replaced their chairs with folding metal ones that made their asses numb after five minutes of sitting.

Giving up on the pencil when she started to get a headache, Mac started folding the papers from the cases she'd filed into airplanes and started throwing them at various people she deemed worthy. Her Sergeant opened his office door just as one hit officer Johnson in the forehead, glaring at her he gestured for her and Rion to come to his office and she saluted him.

Getting up and flinching at the blood loss in her legs, Mac flicked her fiery red mane over her shoulder and limped around the desks to slap Ri's legs off their perch and jolted the blonde awake. Wide eyed and her vision blurred from sleep, she blinked until her eyesight returned to normal and she noticed her partner standing beside her.

“Oscar the grouch want's us” Mac drawled out in her thick southern accent, explaining why she woke the girl up. Yawning and scratching her head through her platinum locks, Rion stood up and they hobbled on the walk of shame.

“Close the door and sit” Sergeant Peter Richards demanded and they complied, sitting in the extremely uncomfortable wooden chairs in front of his desk after Mac closed the door for privacy.

Before you asked, yeah, his name really is Peter Richards. Rion and Mac had gotten in plenty trouble trying to stifle their laughter whenever his name was mentioned or when he’d get angry and scold them because who could take anyone seriously when their name is literally Peter Dicks?

Sitting in his over-stuffed chair and entwining his fingers together as he glowered at the girls down his over-sized and crooked from countless breaks nose, it remained silent for five agonizing minutes before he cleared his throat and finally spoke in his usual gruff tone. “Collect your things, you've been promoted” Sharing a confused glance, the girls wondered aloud “Aren't we still suspended from duty?”

“Not anymore, now get to it. The information's in an email I sent to the both of you” he waved them out and went back to stuffing his face with a jelly filled doughnut. Completely dismissed without even so much as a goodbye, the girls got up annoyed and confused, heading straight for their desks to pack up what little personal belongings they had there, stopping only to pick up a filing box to put said items in.

“This shit doesn’t make sense, why us?” Mac asked as she pulled open her filing cabinet and started tossing her cases into the box, Rion doing the same as she answered her question. “I don’t know, but somethin's fishy about this whole thing”

The redhead nodded in agreement, but before she was able to say anything, their ex-sergeant stuck his head out of his office again and interrupted them. “I’ll need your badges and guns, too” he ordered without even bothering to look up from his jelly stained tie long enough to see if they were coming.

They looked at each other and cursed as they slipped their badges off their belts and pulled out their Smith & Wesson’s, regrettably walking over to Richards and handing them to him.

Without a thank you or a verbal recognition at all, their sergeant disappeared behind his offices’ door to most likely stain his tie even more and left the two girls standing there. Flipping the bird at the door in question and mumbling curses, Mac spun around and returned to her desk to toss the last case file in the box before the girls took off out of the building and towards Rion's Mustang.

Tossing the box in the back seat and plopping down in the passenger seat of the car, Mac pulled out her phone and started looking for the email. Reading aloud, she informed Rion of their new job. “You have been transferred to the fourth precinct where you will be promoted to the title of Detective under the supervision of Sergeant Jack Everly. Further information will be given upon consultation”

“Why does that sound familiar?” Rion asked and her companion shrugged. “It sounds familiar to me, too. But I honestly can't think of why” Waving it off, the blonde put her key in the ignition and started the car. “Gimme directions, we'll pick up something to eat on the way”

Dealing with the typical busy traffic, they made it to their favorite burger joint and ordered two massive cheese burgers with fries and drinks. “Ah-ha!” Mac shrieked out as they pulled out of the drive thru and nearly scared the shit out of Ri. “God damnit, I told you to quit that shit!” She swatted at the redhead.

Ignoring the abuse, Mac explained “I know why it was familiar” Ri gave her a look that urged her on to continue. “It's the reject pit, the forbidden district” instantly Rion was off on a tangent of curses and insults directed at Sergeant Dick and his cruel intentions.

Knowing her rage could only be quelled by three things – Sex, Alcohol and Cigarette's – Mac went about pulling a cigarette from the fresh pack in the console and lighting it to hand it over before the blonde started mowing down pedestrians for points.

The fourth precinct, or 'The Forbidden District' as most called it, was where the justice system sent those who were psychologically damaged, Pyromaniac's, or just downright rejects of their departments. To be sent there was the biggest insult one could ever have in their career and it meant that you'd pretty much be shunned from any other precinct's, not to mention you were treated as a joke by the public.

“Promoted my fuckin' ass, if this is the only thing that'll make us detectives it's fuckin' bullshit” Rion's usually tame and understandable English accent came out even stronger with her anger. Usually, Mac would take the time to appreciate the accent and comment about the way she said certain words and how cute it was, but she knew damn well to leave her alone right now lest her already psychotic driving had her rage added to the mix and killed the two.

It wasn't that Mac was unaffected by the news, rather she was just as pissed as Ri. But she was more excited about the pay raise and the new title than anything, she had to at least look on the bright side of things sometimes.

Stuffing three french fries into her mouth and looking incredibly lady-like to the people driving by, the redhead pointed to the light ahead of them and mumbled out “Turn left up there, it's a shortcut”

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The door hadn't even swung shut before the female duo were assaulted by a flying tennis ball a tall male brunette had just hit with a baseball bat, inevitably throwing the item down and screaming in victory as he took off in a sprint around the strategically placed Pizza boxes on the ground being used as bases.

Luckily flinching away from the injury about to happen, the blonde half of the duo zeroed her threatening glare upon the attacker and bent down to pick up the neon object. “Now, Darlin' if you d-Fuck” ignoring the protests of the redhead beside her, the enraged female chucked the ball at the male who'd hit it.

Connecting with its target, the guy mid leap for the home base box was smacked in the temple by the flying ball and fell flat on his face half a foot from the make-shift diamond. “Out!” flinging his arms up in a ridiculous rendition of an Egyptian, the short haired brunette standing at home announced cheerily.

Across the way holding up a small dry-erase board with the score on it, a lounging blonde girl with headphones in mumbled out lazily “Fourteen wins for Ash, nine for Riley” while the guy on the ground scrambled up to his knees clutching the injured side of his head. “Bullshit, I had that game in the bag until they showed up” he pointed at the two newcomers and the other male shook his head.

“You stole a win from me when Serg walked in on us and clothes-lined me” he argued and just as the injured guy opened his mouth to reply a shout was heard from the office at the back of the building. Looking at each other with their brows raised, the female duo marched straight for it while the guys tried to warn them not to.

Barging into the room without so much as a knock, the girls were welcomed with the sight of a dirty blonde guy wearing a practically see-through white v-neck and jeans so tight they looked like a twelve year old could wear them with his hands on his hips as he faced a dark haired man sitting at the desk with a tumbler in his hand half filled with amber liquid.

“I wasn't doing anythin' wrong, I mean just because I accidentally slept with the police commissioner’s wife doesn't mean I should be suspended” the blonde exclaimed exasperatedly. “What, were you just walking by naked and it fell in?” Rion replied snarkily and caught the two occupants' attention. “Repeatedly, at that” Mac added.

Barking a laugh, the brunette at the desk took a sip of his scotch while the blonde flailed his arms as he tried to argue his point. “It was an accident!” Shaking his head, the male sitting placed the tumbler down on the dark wood desk and leaned back comfortably. “You're only being suspended from active duty for three days, Mason. It's hardly something to bitch about” the english accent in his voice surprising the girls.

Crossing his arms and looking anywhere but at his Sergeant, Mason huffed like a toddler throwing a tantrum and stormed out of the office. Sharing a look of amusement, the girls shook their heads at the strange behavior and proceeded to sit in front of the desk.

“Welcome to my precinct, ladies. I'm your new Sergeant Jack Everly” He bowed his head and the girls nodded, pointing to each other as they said their names. “Judging by the look on your faces, you're more than happy to be here” he joked.

Snorting, Rion replied “We're fuckin' ecstatic” Quickly elbowing her in the ribs, Mac plastered a fake smile on her face and waved her comment off. “Don't you mind her, she was dropped on her head when she was a tike and the sarcasm never wore off”

Shaking his head, Sergeant Everly picked up his glass and drank the last bit of it before speaking. “I know it's not like we've got people lined up at the door to get in here, but we all take our jobs seriously and we produce excellent results contrary to what I'm sure Sergeant Richards has informed you of”

“To be frank, our Sergeant wasn't really the talkin' type. We only know the rumors of this place” Mac drawled out in explanation. “Fair enough, I expect you'll learn the ropes sooner than you think and you'll find you may actually like it here” Rion scoffed and yet again Mac elbowed her.

Rummaging through a drawer in his desk, Sergeant Everly placed two Smith & Wesson's on the desk top. “I took the time to read over your files before you were transferred and I found that you didn't like to go long without your weapons, I hope this will help ease some of the tension” he directed the last part towards Rion and she leveled him with a raised brow.

“Tomorrow you can come in and pick up your badges and get to know your co-workers, but today I figure a little time off to get adjusted would be best” He stood up and outstretched his hand for Mac to shake and the girls stood up. “I'm looking forward to working with you two” Taking his hand and shaking it with a smile, Mac replied “Us to, Sir”

He held his hand out for Rion to take and the shake was quick before the blonde took off out the door. Waving to her new superior, Mac said her goodbyes and ran after her partner to catch up in the parking lot as she strolled for her Mustang.

Skipping to the passenger side of the pitch black car her friend lovingly called 'Shit-starter' she folded her arms over the roof and grinned at the scowling blonde. “I know what'll cheer you up” she sang in an overly cheery tone. “What?” Rion grumbled.

Grinning like she'd just gotten laid, Mac replied “All you can drink Tequilla and Beer on me” Her mood instantly changing and a sinister smirk creeping across her lips, the blonde said “You always know the way to a girls heart” Coughing a laugh, the redhead shook her head. “Nah, I just know you too damn well”