**FLASHBACK***

I pull the hem of my shirt between my fingertips and bite my lip, two nervous habits I have. I looked around the restaurant, making sure he wasn't there. I removed my fingers from my shirt and into my purse to make sure I had everything for the fifth time. Handcuffs? Check. Gun? Check. Badge? Check. Arrest warrant? Check. Ok so I have everything. Great. I take my hands out of my purse and wrap them around my glass of water. Condensation from the cold water drips down onto my hands but I don't notice. I'm too busy staring at the man who walked in. I pictured him smaller. And not so intimidating. He's big and burly. The slight scruff on his beard and bags under his eyes give away his guilt. People find it weird that I can read people like that. Just by looking at small little things about them. I push the thought back as I tilt my head and lift up the side of my jacket. I speak into the tiny microphone quietly but urgently.

"In places everyone. Target is here. I repeat, target is here!"

i close my eyes and take a deep breath. After I do a silent prayer I open them and put my hands into my purse. My fingers curl around something cold and metal. I turn off the safety and out my finger on the trigger. There's a nervous feeling at the bottom of my stomach and I feel like I'm about to throw up. But I don't. With one fluid movement I stand up and kick my barstool back while pulling out my gun and pointing it at him. Now take a deep breath I remind myself. Just like they taught you at the academy.

"freeze dirtbag!" I yell

I can hear gasps around the restaurant and for a moment the man seems stunned. How could an innocent girl turn into a cop holding a gun? he stands up and tries to run away but my boss and two other cops run through the front door with much more demand and harsher demeanor. The first cop with my boss flipped the man onto the ground and put the handcuffs on his wrists while the second one read him the Miranda rights. My boss walked over to me.

"Excellent work junior officer belle, but next time you should probably try to tone down the shaking"

I look at him confused before I realize that my knuckles are white from clenching the gun and my hands are shaking. I put my hands down and turn the safety back on. That helps my nerves a little.

"Oh, hah sorry"

"just work on that ok? And it want the all of the paper work on my desk, Monday morning"

"yes sir"

"alright I'll let you get to that then. Boys! Let's wrap up!" He says while walking away from me.

i bend down to grab my purse and shove my gun in it. I yank the microphone off my jacket and earpiece out of my ear and throw them into my purse. Then I pick up my barstool and stand in front of the restaurant and recite the words that have been drilled in my head

"The NYPD is very sorry for the disturbance. We did not mean to sabotage your dinners but justice can never wait. So on behalf of the NYPD, sorry, and we can assure you that you are safe and this will most likely never happen again. Thank you and goodnight"

then I turn around and walk out of the front door, bag in hand, and biggest smile plastered on my face. My first arrest. This was really exciting.

I stop at a street corner and wait for the stoplight to tell me that I can walk. I sit there and watch the world go by for a second. The man in the red car is definitely nervous about something. The way he's tapping his thumbs and looking around constantly is giving him away. I shake my head furiously trying to stop myself from doing that. I can't keep reading random people. A honk snaps me out of my thoughts. I see a cab driver gesture towards the light and I see that I can walk across the street now. I give a slight nod towards the driver and jog across the street towards the police station. Once I'm across I walk up to the familiar steps and walk up them for the first time as an official cop. I open the front doors when I reach the top of the stairs. I walk in crinkle my nose at the overwhelming stench of coffee this place always seems to have. I walk over to my desk, grab my paperwork, and walk out the back door of the station which leads right to the back of my apartment. I walk through the back door of my apartment building and ride the elevator to the top floor. I step out of the elevator and open my door to the place I call my home. I plop down on the couch and pull out the stack of papers I have to fill out. This was going to be a fun weekend.

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I toss the stack of papers on his desk.

"done" I say

he glances up from his computer and then looks at me.

"Very well done belle. I'm impressed" I smile at his words

"but-" uh oh. Why is there always a but?? Why can't it be: very good job bye bye now!

"But, I have a very important top secret job for you. You have to be ready for everything but you don't have to do it if you don't want to"

im nervous at his words. I'm not sure if I'm ready for everything. Something in my gut made me feel like I'm obligated to do this. If I don't, I won't ever get respect again from him.

"I'm ready"

"you sure?"

"positive"

"ok then" he stands up and walks over to his file cabinet and starts digging through it. He pulls out a file and throws it on his desk. It had top secret in all caps written on the front.

"This is a case we've been trying to crack for years. Are you familiar with one direction?"

i shake my head no.

"Well they're a top secret gang that operates underground. They're very dangerous, especially with they're leader, Harry styles. He's trouble. I need you to get on the inside with them and bust them. We have a shit load of stuff against them but not enough evidence. We need you to get some evidence and get it fast so we can lock them up forever. We've already got a girl, Perrie, on the inside dating one of the members, zayn. Now you've got to get on the inside with one of the other members Niall, Louis or Liam. But not Harry."

"why not Harry?"

"because he will take you, and he will break you in the blink of an eye"

don't have to tell me twice.

"so are you ready, detective?"

**END OF FLASHBACK**

"please don't do this" he begs.

I ignore his pleads and keep the gun pointed at him. His expression is sincere and scared. I don't want to do this but I have to. I mean it's all part of the job right?

"I'm sorry" is all I can say before I squeeze the trigger. A loud bang fills my ears.

He he takes a step back, obviously stunned. His hands go to his wound and he falls to the ground.

"You promised" he whispers. My expression hardens.

"Well promises are meant to be broken"

police from every direction file into the alleyway. They pull his hands behind his back and put cuffs on his wrists. Then they yank him into the back of an ambulance and drive off. Everyone else leaves leaving me alone. I fall to my knees. How could I do that? After everything we've been through? How could I do that? I'm sorry.

I'm sorry Harry.

Notes

First chapter of another story! Check out my other story too! It's called just a cook and I've been getting really good feedback about it! Anyways, enjoy the first chapter and I'll update soon!

-T