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A/N: Connection to canon? What connection to canon?
It was an ordinary day in New York City (rude taxi drivers, overpriced finger foods, loud sports fans) but like any big city, crime lay beneath the various sub-cultures, waiting to strike out.
And like any city, New York had its own dedicated police officers, currently dedicating to hunting down various whispers that a large amount of illegal flora and fauna had been smuggled into the United States through New York. Of course checkpoints had been set up for cargo ships and planes but no concrete evidence had been found.
And at a tip from one of Jake's various contacts, Captain Holt of the 99th precinct had sent Detectives Amy Santiago and Rosa Diaz (the Sleuth Sisters as no one - absolutely no one - but Amy called them) to stake out a site near the Brooklyn Army Terminal. The two had been here for three hours already and Rosa's thin patience was wearing thin.
"You ever wonder why we do this?" Rosa suddenly asked as Amy came back to the car with fresh coffees.
"Protect people?" Amy asked. "It's our moral duty to protect people."
"No I mean why are we doing stakeouts? We're detectives. Can't a patrol car or plain-clothed officers do this?"
For once, Amy didn't have an answer. And forevermore, Rosa regretted that it hadn't occurred to her to immortalize that moment via a photo.
"Woah, hang on." Amy said suddenly, jarring Rosa from her amusement. "Got movement."
And indeed, a nondescript van was pulling into the area, meeting with a humongous "Look at my money" Bentley, both vehicles entering a rundown warehouse.
Exiting their own vehicle, both Latinas holstered their weapons and discreetly tip-toed up to the building. Putting their ears to the door, both were able to make out vague speakings of payment and "the stuff".
"Ok," Amy began, her binder like brain immediately beginning to compartmentalize the best options and strategies for what was to come and how her and Rosa's talents would be best applied to the situation. "I think we should-"
And that was all Amy got out before she heard Rosa's boot kick down the door. "NYPD freeze!"
"Alright." Amy sighed as she followed. "Doing it this way."
When Amy entered however, she saw nothing but chaos, the Bentley peeling away in a rush and mask wearing criminals scrambling to pack up what looked like spore canisters back into their van.
Clearly they hadn't been prepared for a confrontation with the police so early in their operation.
Nonetheless, Amy and Rosa pulled out their weapons in a moment. "Freeze."
Unfortunately, it takes a hardened criminal to stay calm in such a circumstance. Still gripped in a panic, the nearest of the criminals grabbed one of the canisters, and hurled it at the Latinas, while one of their compatriots, seemingly in a mad dash of inspiration, pulled out their own firearm and shot the canister, purple spores flying out as it spun.
Time, as it always did with a potentially life or death situation, seemed to both slow down and speed up. With only a fraction of a second to decide, Amy and Rosa had the choice to either chase after the criminals and risk the danger or duck down, sparing them from any potential effects but also potentially losing precious seconds.
Within a sixth of a second, the decisions were made and two sounds echoed throughout the warehouse.
One was the meaty smack of a body hitting the ground, the other was of a sudden vacuum as a tower of clothing fell onto the floor.
What happened?
1) Amy decided to run after the criminals, shrinking her out of her clothes to an inch tall. After examining some leftover files on the spores, Rosa decides that her partner is a) panicking too much at this size and b) really very cute at this size. Deciding that Amy needs to be put away until she calms down, Rosa sticks her shrunken friend down the back of her pants.
2) Rosa decided to run after the criminals, shrinking her out of her clothes to an inch tall. Never one to waste an opportunity, Rosa, after getting over the surrealness of Amy being taller than her, convinces Amy that it would be best if the shrunken Latina were to be placed in her gigantic friend's ample bosom. Somewhere Rosa has secretly wanted to stick her face in for years.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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