Our lives are on the line.

Beatriz Malavé, 31. Single mom. Cop. Dedicated to the cause. "These gang-run streets are a cancer to Jericho's society."

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leoichijo:

With a little guilt, Leo tried not to think about Matteo’s father too much, Bea’s ex. That’s where the line started to blur, and while in the beginning in might of been because that same man was someone Leo called a brother, he also knows that’s not why he still comes around. 

Listening to the kid protest marriage, or truly the idea of it, Leo smiled. Matteo was so bright, so tough, but has so much more to learn it blows his mind sometimes. Halfway because he knows he probably would’ve said the same sentences, word for word, when he was his age. He wonders what his mother would’ve responded, to mirror Bea’s words, if she had been around.

Almost wishing the boy hadn’t escaped when he did, almost wanting to tell him he had been married and it had been the best decision he had ever made, Leo only watched in amusement as the two bickered, the scolding tone at least something his father had always pitched in, even without a second parent around. “Don’t apologize,” Leo took the tone in his own voice, giving her a pointed look that said I have seen this before. “You’re doing your job as a mother, telling him to get married and do the dishes. He’ll make a woman happy someday. Or at least be clean in the basement till he’s forty.”

She knows that smile. 

It’s small and it’s whimsical, and it crinkles his eyes in a way that makes her heart ache just a little bit. But she buries the feeling and tries not to think about it because too much aches these days, and it’s all as complicated as it is so very, very simple. 

... Two empty halves don’t build a home.

“Thinkin’ about your own childhood?” She prompts Leo. Because it shatters the illusion just enough to bury the ache, and really, it’s better that way. “Were you as bad as ‘im?” It’s a classic follow-up at first, intentionally trite. But the more she thinks about it, the more she wonders. “What were you like, as a kid, eh? Somethin’ tells me little Leo was trouble.” Beatriz grins, standing up to collect both of their plates and take them to the sink. “An’ I will ‘ave you know, you are crazy if you think I will be letting Matteo mooch after twenty. Loco. That was when I moved out of my parents’ house, an’ I was better for it. If ‘e goes to twenty-five an’ still in my house...” She tilts her head and clucks her tongue. “- You will get me a nice big lawsuit to kick ‘im out.” Somewhere at the back of her head, she knows she’s kidding. No mother are actually able to carry out that kind of threat. “You never talk about your family... Did your parents ‘ave any other kids?” It isn’t often that she’s bold enough to ask about his family.

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aubreeisms:

“I doubt it. I ducked out while everyone was passed out or drunk off their ass.” The girl said as she folded her arms over her chest and shook her head. “There’s a lot of rumours circling inside and people are pretty sure that there’s more of us around. So everyone is kind of keeping a eye on everyone else and keeping people at arm’s length.” While she didn’t want to scare Bea, she knew that these details had to be sure. “We’re getting close though, we just have to keep in contact more. But I think you guys might be right. The brotherhood could have done it.”

Bea grimaced, the mental image was not one she envied. Yet again, she wondered how Aubree did it; how she could put up with their vices, indulge in their habits, and fan their massive egos to win favour. The mere thought repulsed her, though she had nothing but respect for the woman who endured it all with a porcelain mask. “Will you be patched? Are you certain of this?...” She couldn’t help but ask, though she knew Aubree was not the type to walk into anything blind. “I do not trust their leaders... Especially not with that one, back from prison, to join them. Clay. You must grow eyes at the back of your head, an’ at the sides too.” 

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rebelthibault:

The cop wanted to talk like she was intimidating in some way, shape, or form. The police weren’t a thing that Clay was ever worried about, at least not the obvious cops like this woman, who must clearly have been a traffic cop or something. She talked as if she knew him, when in reality, she didn’t know a damn thing about him. As his father had once said, keep your friends close and your enemies closer, which was why Clay simply delivered one of his award winning grins, amused by the joke that she probably didn’t realize she was telling. “Is there anything else you need from me, Officer?,” Clay finally asked, hoping they could finally finish this charade and he could make his way home. 

His only response was another question, essentially dismissing her reproach as if she’d never replied to begin with. A smile accompanied it; smug and unapologetic. The smile may have charmed many before her, but it was lost on the Deputy. An  a p o l o g y  for trying to threaten her job would’ve served him much better, Beatriz decided, but then; some people didn’t have the wit and social acumen to be able to play their cards right.

.... His loss, really.

“Actually, yes.” She turned on her heel, returning to her own vehicle to retrieve her pad and pen. Stripping off a new ticket, she filled out the requisite information along with the speed she’d recorded at the time he’d been stopped. Twenty over. Finishing up, Bea glanced at the final disclaimer as she walked back to Clayton, ticket in hand. You must answer this ticket within 15 days of offense. Failure to answer will result in the suspension of your license and a default judgment against you - TRAFFIC VIOLATIONS BUREAU. Stopping before him, Bea extended the ticket with a smile as wide as the one he’d flashed her a few minutes ago. It didn’t meet her eyes. “Do enjoy your day, Mr. Thibault.” With that, she was gone.

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ediefalcone:

“Things were normal and then they weren’t,” Edie said, turning her gaze to Bea directly, her hands clenching around the mug that was held between them. “I remember blood, I remember screaming. Next thing I remember I’m sitting in a fucking E.R. and some asshole in a white coat is telling me my dad is dead. Next thing I know, we’re putting his fucking body in the ground. I’m sorry, if you want to complete your goal, you’re going to have to find someone else to grill. I’m not going to be any help. Hell, I can’t even remember who was there that night. Shit happened fast, and then it was done. Probably under two minutes, but it felt like hours. ”

Her coffee lay practically untouched as she stared down at her notes. Frustration was natural; she hadn’t gotten much out of this interview, the department would heckle her, coworkers would assume she’d gone easy on Eddie because of their familial connection through Enzo, and she’d have to defend herself against the same whispers and assumptions that she’d been confronting since she entered the force. But as she looked down, she could see Edie’s hands from the corner of her eyes, could see how tightly they were clenched around the mug she held. Almost like a life-line. And she couldn’t help a stab of sympathy for the girl. Whatever her own mistakes, she didn’t deserve this... None of them did. It was instinct that had her reaching out for Edie’s hand; the briefest touch, a squeeze of her fingers before she pulled away again. “I am sorry... I know what ‘e meant to you, Edie... I-...” She broke off the sentence and started anew. “- Matteo misses ‘im too.” And then, straightening abruptly as she reached for the coffee. “I will tell them what you said... I will ask that they not send anyone to question you again. But maybe they will not listen.” She warned her.

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captain-legend:

Logan had a moment where he could’ve sized her up, glare sunk in, and honestly—what was she going to do? Sink to his level, unjustly arrest him? It’d be a shame to tarnish such a fine reputation when it barely hung by a thread in this town. Arms crossed against his chest, he played it cool as he’d done. “Well that’s a shame, I was lookin’ for a shoulder to cry on, some pity sex—but that’s your usual Friday night, right?” He asked her, a small tilt to his head mimicked the grin that dared pull at the ends of his lips.

He didn’t need to openly laugh in her face.

But he wanted too.

Teeth gnawed on the inside of his cheeks, keeping his grin downplayed, and he listened. Branded—sure. Sounds like something right up their alley. Handling infiltrators in the Brotherhood was not some secret—it was below the gift of death. Hell, a simple kill was mercy.

Logan might’ve ripped her head off while she was alive if he was given the chance.

“Honey, you’re hot, but you fuckin’ talk about a lot of shit you don’t know a damn thing about.” And if he were to play it right, always within the interest of the club, he could’ve done so. Her question to his tactics, and he didn’t hide the grin from her anymore. “I love brutality. I didn’t get into the special forces with a rain dance, now did I? I didn’t bend over, show a little leg and become a Captain. I did it because I’m great. Because I didn’t have remorse. Because I still don’t. Ask nicely, I might even show you a few moves.”

“Besides,” He allowed that grin to spread, innocent—for those who hadn’t the foggiest clue who he was. “Who the hell said it was us who did it? A lot of people are here lookin’ for someone who’s gonna rip the carpet out from under them. Innocent until proven guilty, that’s your job to uphold that.” A lull, voice a little lower—he wasn’t here for a show. “You’re so judgemental—what if there’s someone in your precious precinct—? You think we’re the only one’s who can be betrayed?”

She glared at him, the fire in her eyes was uncharacteristic for a woman who normally guarded her feelings - and her expressions, much more carefully. That stoic mask had slipped today, and although she didn’t deign him with a response to jab about her Friday nights, it was more difficult to ignore his follow-up words. 

“Difficult as you may find it to believe, I am not ‘ere for your entertainment.” She interjected venomously. “The worst mistake you could make is to underestimate me, us. Al Capone was thrown behind bars ‘cause of tax-evasion, Pachuco. You think it is so difficult for us to find something on you, on the other kids in your club? - Don’t be naive.” Beatriz admonished him, eyes never leaving his. “Go back to join the war, Logan; at least there you will ‘ave an excuse for the blood on your hands.” At least there, he and their misguided country could convince themselves that he served a purpose, that he wasn’t just another worthless killer.

“Who else ‘ad motive, Logan? Do you really be-...” Beatriz trailed off and straightened stiffly as another local walked by, pushing their cart. The woman’s gaze lingered on them curiously, even as she dropped bananas into her buggy. The deputy waited until she’d moved on before continuing. “Anything is possible. But the members of your  g a n g  are the first suspects on our list an’ you are smart enough to understand why.” She hissed, uninterested in indulging him. “Do you know what is the difference between a rat in our ranks an’ one in yours? Even if we find one, we do not  k i l l  it . We remember that humanity evolved from the brutality of our barbarian ancestors, thousands of years ago. We let the law decide, because that, is ‘ow civilized society works. You lot... You are no better than apes playin’ with big guns.”

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          — Octavia peers at her through the hair that had fallen into her face, through the gap she could see the distress plastered all across her face. They had caused this, as they caused everything in this town and the thing was; Octavia wasn’t mad. She was happy that this interfering woman was out of all their lives but at what expense was this costing her morals. The thing was death no longer bothered her, it was a natural part of her day. If Octavia died tomorrow would she be forgotten in a hot second, moving onto the next quick silver minded girl that came along looking for a way out of their lives? She couldn’t think like that she reminds herself with a sigh. 

                   ‘‘I would say you could stay at mine but my area is like a watering hole for all of them, the bar isn’t a good place for you especially in this state.’‘ Octavia admits feeling like this could trigger something for the woman. With a groan the question made her blood run cold.

               ‘‘Nothing like that, they’re more careful than that. I would say that most of them probably didn’t even know about this. They tend to get things down and answer questions second. They’re not always big on the thinking things through kinda guys.’‘

She leaned her head back against her shoulders and laughed at that. A lonely, hollow sound. “Sorry, I just-...” But the second she tried to speak, another gale of laughter overtook her, until her shoulders were almost shaking from the effort. It was the lack of sleep, surely, but she struggled to get a grip. “Hmm, sorry. I-... It was just the mental image of me, a cop, spending the night in a bar full of Brotherhood of Anarchy Members...” Bea hummed, a wry smile still tugging at her lips even as she shook her head. “’ow long do you imagine I would last? Seconds? Minutes? Which would be the first to shoot me at the back of my ‘ead, execution-style?” She wondered aloud, gaze drifting to Octavia. She felt a stab of guilt; knowing she was probably giving the young woman ample cause for concern. It wasn’t amusing in the slightest, but sometimes, when she was tired, the lines between comedy and tragedy blurred indelibly. “I’m sorry...” The deputy told her again, holding her gaze this time and making it as sincere as possible. “I appreciate the offer, I do. I think I need to sleep this off, Morena... Eat, an’ then sleep it off. Then I will be okay.” She had no other choice.

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joanne-hunt:

Laughing Jo let her head fall back. “Trained to go for the jugular.” Looking at Bea, Jo nodded. “I bet I can get a dog for you. She knows some people, and if nothing else, she might have one at the house that she’s willing to part with. I think when I talked to her recently she said she had just started working with a new litter.” Shaking her head, Jo smiled fondly at the cop. “Fire is where it’s at. I’m sorry. I just can’t handle to doughnuts.”

Nodding, Jo was silent for a moment. BoA. If that’s the way they wanted to call it at the department then it was probably a good thing. She hadn’t heard anything in her club house and the last time she checked they weren’t generally in the killing people game but that didn’t mean things couldn’t change. And just because she hadn’t heard anything didn’t mean none of them had done it. “You guys find evidence?”

“At least we get free doughnuts! What do they feed your department? Air?” She laughed before continuing a little more solemnly. “Keep me in the know about your mother’s dogs. I won’t get Matteo’s ‘opes up, but who knows... Maybe ‘e will get a dog for ‘is birthday after-all.” She smiled, the expression sincere as her eyes remained trained on Joanne. Whatever misgivings she had about the firefighter’s ties to an MC, she couldn’t help but appreciate her nonetheless. More often than not, Jo made her smile, and she seemed to have an almost reflexive tendency to help others no matter how big or small their problems. It was a rare quality to find in Jericho, and the fact that she’d managed to keep from becoming as jaded as the rest of them in the service field, was rarer still. It was also why she worried for Jo’s safety. Good-hearted people didn’t seem to last long in Jericho... “Not yet. Just speculations... Your... People ‘ave not said anything, ‘ave they?” She couldn’t help but ask. It was the elephant in the room, but times like these, neither of them could afford to ignore it.

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artbrennan:

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The paperwork was a bitch when someone died, no matter if they were a civilian, officer, or offender. Arthur always did as he was told, but he wasn’t necessarily good at sitting on his hands. The department wanted to stay quiet after the death of one of their own, one of the handful of undercover cops they had planted in the numerous god-forsaken gangs riddling the town and seeping into the streets of Phoenix. 

Arthur was among the majority of the infuriated deputies in Jericho, and the days were long since he couldn’t retaliate. He’d brought up some maneuvers to the chief of police, some tips and intel they had collected and could easily act on, but was shut down. So he went back to patrolling the streets and pencil-pushing. He knew rationally they should bide their time, but murder was very serious, and witnessing it first-hand for all his life made him more requited against those who committed such acts.

He was still close to Bea, but since the night where she drunkenly kissed him, he didn’t feel as comfortable opening up via ranting or confiding in her, or hitting her shoulder encouragingly. They weren’t unfriendly, and really nothing had changed, but he felt more guarded since the incident. He was now less inclined than before to speak openly, steering towards small-talk or even silence (flashback to their first few months together!), but the week had been long and rough and he knew they needed each other.

Nearing the end of their shift, a day mostly spent indoors, Art took her aside. In a way of quietly eluding from himself, he asked “How are you holding up? Is Matteo doing okay?”

Everyone in the department was on edge these days, and for good reason. It weighed on Bea, she’d already experienced the ramifications of all this stress; of losing a fellow agent. But above her own frustration, she could just imagine Art’s. He’d never been good at the sit around and wait bit; in and out of meetings all day, talks with politicians, with the media - with all the people who were just wasting their already limited time. The worst part was that all the attention they were getting was just that;  s e n s a t i o n a l i s m ; a flashy title in the news so that lazy locals could sit around pubs jabbing at the paper and criticizing the only onrd trying to do anything about the death and corruption that plagued Jericho... The police force. 

She was almost nodding off where she stood, at the back of a conference room where they’d had a meeting to review their progress on the crime scene’s investigations. And that was when familiar staccato of Art’s voice reached her ears. It was like a rush in her bloodstream as she straightened swiftly. “Hey...” She murmured, body swiveling to face his as her eyes ran briefly over his face. After all these years, it was an instinct to register Art’s expression - his mood, the minute her eyes found his. “Let’s get out of ‘ere.” Beatriz sighed, pushing herself off the wall against which she’d been leaning and following him out through the doorway. 

“I am exhausted, Jefe... Am I the only one who cannot sleep with a target on my back? An’ you? Did you strangle anyone from the media yet or do they live another day?” She asked as they walked towards her locker. Another long day in an endless two weeks. “Matteo, ‘e sleeps fine. Because ‘e is still young an’ stupid an’ thinks ‘e is invincible. Like all the boys ‘is age.”

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joanne-hunt:

Shaking her head, Jo kicked the ground and laughed. “Nah, I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Generally those guys are trained pretty aggressively and only respond to one person. So either he’ll listen to you or he’ll listen to your son, but rarely both of you.” Pausing for a moment, she bit her lip thinking of a phone call she could make if needed. “You know, my mom trains dogs. It was her part time job while we were all growing up that she turned into a full time gig after the divorce. I can call and see if she’s got any looking for homes if you really want? It’ll be more of a family dog than Charlie.”

Watching the cop pull out her phone and call the tow truck, Jo relaxed slightly. Mouthing the words “thank you,” she smiled softly at Bea. Moments like this were ones that made her wonder how she had ended up here. A person with a job that actually meant something in society but also in an illegal gang. Looking sideways at the cop as she leaned against the wall, Jo nodded. “Thank you for the company. I doubt that anyone would really fuck with me now. Do they know who did it yet?”

“But at least ‘e is trained... Startin’ the whole process again with a new dog...” Bea clucked her tongue; the impatience was obvious in her expression. She barely had time to train her son these days; a new puppy was near-out of the question. “But if your mom might know of a dog that is already trained an’ might do well with a ten year old boy an’ his mother... Let me know? - Still, another reason you should consider switching to my department, amiga. Animals.” She smiled faintly. They both knew that their four-legged friends were often easier to deal with than the human citizens in this town. 

“Don’t mention it.” Beatriz replied, stashing the cellphone away again once the phone-call was complete. The allusion to Bailey’s death dimmer her smile. “The BoA... Almost without a doubt.” She shared, before lapsing into silence.

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aubreeisms:

Aubree stepped out from the shadows and peered around. 

“Sure you weren’t followed?” She asked even though she had been the one that needed to continuously checked since going out this late was out of her norm and if someone saw, they would have had every reason to follow her — especially after what happened to someone who was undercover. “I heard,” the girl said with a shake of her head and a fold of her arms. “Things have taken a turn, it’s not good.”

People were on alert and no one could really trust one another. “What has the department been saying?”

“Positive.” She assured the dirty-blonde, a sigh escaping her lips and taking form in the air between them. “Are you sure no one followed you?” She asked, noting that Aubree appeared wary, and her own late-night rendez-vous could garnder twice the amount of suspicion now in light of Bailey’s death. “They- we, are thinkin’ that it is nearly certain the BoA killed her. Some think their allies. But it is too extreme, they would not stick their necks out so far, maldito sea todo. Do you think there is a chance, anyone is on to you?” She wanted Aubree and Joslyn out of the undercover work. It no longer seemed worth the risk.

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octaviaspvcks:

        — The look that Octavia was given her was more of a worried stare down; she shouldn’t be patrolling the streets with a weapon when she was in this state. Octavia stifles a sigh knowing she couldn’t go back to her own job when she was in this state of mind. ‘’Where are you heading, Bea?’’ Octavia asks trying to get a rounded idea on the situation they were in. If she had to walk her to her front door, then that was what she would do. Octavia probably knew this looked back to the club with her talking to a cop just after what had happened and with everyone on their guard with the idea that there could possibly be another agent lurking around town or, god forbid worked their way into one of the clubs. If one went down, they pretty much all would. 

        ‘‘You look like you need some sleeping pills and a month asleep. C’mon I’ll walk you home.’‘ Octavia offers knowing that she could look after herself. Looking over Octavia sighs and nods her head ‘‘Well, you know how it is B.’‘ She murmurs ‘‘I don’t expect anything less after living in this town; it’s corrupt. Nothing more, nothing less.’‘

“Home... But not anymore. My son should not see me like this.” She said slowly, realizing that she was exactly as frazzled as the wary look in Octavia’s eyes seemed to suggest. “So I-I do not know... Somewhere, somewhere where they will not shoot a cop at night.” She continued, grimly, squinting through the darkness for any familiar landmarks. Clearly, she’d walked the better part of the route home in a daze, because it took her a moment or two to realize where she was. Still a good ten minutes away from the house. 

“’ave any of the Brotherhood of Anarchy been in your bar, this week? You did not overhear them talk about the murder, did you?”

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ediefalcone:

Edie let out a long breath, taking another drink of her coffee. Everyone in town knew where she had been on that night – you couldn’t hide talk like that in the place of Jericho’s size. It’d been over a month gone by now and everyone still talked about it like it was yesterday. It would take years for something bigger to happen for the story to die on people’s lip. Hell, Jericho had lived off of the gossip of her and Clay running off and him getting arrested for years.

“I was in The Howling Room, but I think you know that,” she answered, reaching down to absently scratch at her arm. “And, um, as for memory – going to be honest with you here, Bea, I’ve blocked most of it out. I have this lovely little coping mechanism where my brain decides that something is too bad to keep reliving over and over and then, boom, removes the option of doing that.”

She’d had it since she was four – otherwise her first memories would have been of being strapped into the backseat while her mother went on a murder spree, followed by a police chase. 

“I hope you know that if I could give you anything to nail the fuckers to the wall, I would…I just…” she limply shrugged a shoulder, somewhat defeated. “I can’t.”

“I do...” Bea acknowledged with a nod. Still, if she was taking a proper statement, she needed to get it from the horse’s mouth. “Do you remember when the gunshots started? Was there anything before that, any warning that a fight was to start?...” She hated pushing conversations, it wasn’t her forte. But Eddie’s silence was only going to drag things out even longer when it came to the department. And they’d be on both their cases as a result. “Do you remember if there were members of any other gangs in the Howling Room? Did you... ‘ave reason to be suspicious, to think something bad was about to ‘appen? A gut-feeling?” She tried, hoping to job the girl’s memory. Mia had warned her about Edie’s possible PTSD. “I know you want to bring the ones responsible to justice, querida - this is a goal we share.”