A tiger don't change their stripes

Mitch Styebeck | 36 || Police Officer / Upcoming Detective

[clararosalinds-blog]

Ugh she was running late. Of course her job wouldn’t let her get out early and she had to wait for the other customers to finish up and leave. But it was when they finally left, Clara had rushed home to get changed, do her hair, and leave. She had left the transit quick as she could, making sure to watch her step as she saw the lights from the restaurant from across the street. This had to be the place.

Taking a deep breath, she made quick long strides there to the entrance where a group of people stood outside waiting to be seated. Pushing open the door, she was greeted by one of the staff, she pursed her lips looking around the area once then twice but there was no sign of Mitch.

“Reservation? It might be under his name.. Mitch.” The waitress looked over their clipboard before nodding genuinely only to lead the way there. Pursing her lips, she followed passing through the aisles of tables and people until she saw a man who had been sitting by his lonesome at the table with an unopened bottle of wine. It was him.

She smiled only to approach the table. “This seat taken?” She pushed her hair behind her ear.

[mitchstyebeck-blog]

A sweet female voice made him glance up and was met by a beautiful young woman. Mitch stood up and pulled the chair out for her. “Not at all,” he grinned and pushed the chair in once she was seated. 

“Well, I’m glad you made it. I was beginning to worry you stood me up, Irish,” he was already throwing the nicknames at her; all in good will though. He never meant to make her angry. “I hope you like wine. I ordered a bottle.”

Mitch handed over a menu for her and smiled. “This place is pretty fancy, but if you order a burger I will let you eat with your fingers.”

[andrewshill]

“can it be a serial killer? that’d be pretty sweet,” andrew fired back, flashing the cop a similar grin to his own before rolling his eyes once he was looking back towards the road. the ride to the police station was short due to the lack of traffic and the fact that the city itself was rather small in comparison to most, so they were pulling up within minutes and andrew was scooting out of the backseat as the door opened. “thanks, jackass,” he mumbled, “the hospitality is impeccable.”

[mitchstyebeck-blog]

“You will fit right in, pretty boy.” Mitch wasted no time in grabbing the young man’s arm to guide him inside the station. It was quiet at the time they got inside, and after exchanging a few words with a fellow police officer, Mitch took Andrew to a small cell only to place him inside. Mitch stood in the doorway of it and looked at the guy. “Any last words before I close up?”

[irrationalkirk-deactivated20170]

Welcome to your castle, princess.

An iconic line from Mitch Styebeck, 2016 (via irrationalkirk)

[mitchstyebeck-blog]

@clararosalinds

Well, this wasn’t something he would usually do, but seeing as the girl actually agreed to meet him for a dinner, he might as well take the chance and see where it would lead. Mitch was already at the restaurant and waiting at the table. He had messaged her the address and prayed he wasn’t going to be stood up. At least he had her address, if she did. Mitch had ordered a bottle of white wine in a bucket of ice and a starter to be ready by the minute she came in. All he needed now was for her to show up. But of course... she was late.

“Women..”

[andrewshill]

andrew actually managed to laugh as the cop began to ramble. deep down, maybe, he felt a tinge of regret and — perhaps fear, or something close, because this really couldn’t be happening. but he hid it pretty damn well and he was proud of that. “calm down,” he said coolly, “i’ll be in there for a day and you’ll release me — it’s not like i did something worth whatever fuckin’ trouble you’re putting me through. keeping me there is just wasting space.” he scrunched his nose. “y’know, from the guys who actually commit legitimate crimes. god forbid you do your job right and arrest them, right?”

[mitchstyebeck-blog]

“Oh, you don’t know?” Mitch pulled up at a traffic light and then looked over his shoulder to look Andrew dead straight in the eye. “You’re sharing a nice cell with them for a night or two. You know, the guys who actually commit legitimate crimes,” he mocked him in the same voice Andrew just gave him. He grinned before having his eyes on the road again. It took a couple of minutes before they reached the police station and Mitch got out of the car before opening the door for Andrew. “Welcome to your castle, princess.”

[lost-caps]

[andrewshill]

andrew fought against the hold that the cuffs had on his wrists as soon as the word useless left the cop’s mouth, anger flaring up in him in a quick heat that surely would’ve resulted in a physical altercation had his hands have been free. he wasn’t going to stand being called useless no matter if he put himself into this situation or not. “the cop making a pity arrest calls me useless - that’s a good one,” he scoffed, laughter threatening to spill from his lips. he pulled away from the officer’s grip to settle into the back of the car, wiggling a little so that he could get comfortable with the position that his hands were in. once the cop was in the driver’s seat, andrew leaned forward, closer to the border that separated the back seats from the front. “things are gettin’ slow at the station, aren’t they? you trying to show your boys that you’re actually capable of doing something? it’s alright, you can admit it. i won’t tell.” he asked smugly, before he settled back with a smirk etched onto his features. it wasn’t until he mentioned his parents that he snapped, long legs kicking against the back of the seat. “don’t fucking talk about my parents.”

[mitchstyebeck-blog]

A small chuckle came from the cop as he didn’t bother to look over his shoulder while driving. The kid was really something. He had temper and whenever something didn’t go like he wanted he was going to kick off. Mitch shook his head slightly and took a deep, relaxing breath. So his parents were a weak spot apparently. Mitch wasn’t going to piss the guy off more than he already was. But it was nice to know that he wasn’t an unemotional freak. “Now, now. Don’t get too upset. I’m sure they will visit you in a few days. Someone at the station will look after you. Give you some food, some shelter. All that stuff. You might even like it there. I know there’s a few guys there looking forward to meet someone like you.”

[sawyerfoxx-blog]

“Used to be such a challenge to get away.” Her keys jingled in her free hand before the quiet beep of her jeep echoed between their short silence. “Bar is excellent, in the process of developing another business along with arranging a big concert for next month. But a person’s got to drink.”

[mitchstyebeck-blog]

“Everyone likes a drink once in a while. Even a cop,” he mused, watching her unlocking her jeep. “Sounds interesting, though. I mean, if it isn’t some kind of One Direction concert, I might come by if you’re there.”

[lovieevans]

“And that’s why I rather walk…” 

[mitchstyebeck-blog]

“Wise idea. It’s good for your health too.”

[sethniewood-blog]

“I mean, I don’t think I’m a bad driver…” He sighed, “Sorry, I don’t mean to judge you, that’s wrong of me and I really apologize.”

[mitchstyebeck-blog]

“It happens, kid. At least you’re man enough to apologize. Not a lot of men have that in them.”

[mitchstyebeck-blog]

it’s a little hard for me to focus tonight, so replies will be done tomorrow for anyone I owe. 

[sethniewood-blog]

“I’m nineteen. And, well, I’ve never gotten any kind of ticket.”

[mitchstyebeck-blog]

“Well, kid. Sometimes you need to get a ticket. Just because you got a license and a car doesn’t mean you’re a good driver.”

[carsonackerman-deactivated20190]

It seemed that, once again, a pretty face and basic sexual attraction did get you places, contrary to what many had told her. “I knew you had some sense. Tonight…” She grazed her bottom lip with her teeth, feigning thought. “I’m sure I could fit you in, officer.”

[mitchstyebeck-blog]

She was one of those girls who would make his life complicated for a moment and then disappear. And he liked that. It was at her last words Mitch held the parking ticket in front of her and ripped it over in two before smiling. “Looking forward to it.”

[andrewshill]

this was idiotic. completely and utterly idiotic. he didn’t understand how the hell this entire situation escalated so quickly, from him being annoyed at the presence of a parking ticket that he couldn’t afford to him being shoved against the cop’s car with his wrists bound behind him — but somehow, somehow it did. and andrew would be a fool to give up on his pride just to admit that the officer was right in doing this. he’d face hell with his father later if it meant that he said what he had to say, and as the officer continued his ramble about all the things that went wrong, he knew he would. his father would kill him. but he was too stubborn. “you’re pathetic,” he grumbled. his brain was giving him red flags for doing so but he didn’t care. was too angry to even try. “take me to the station. see if i fucking care.”

[mitchstyebeck-blog]

“I’m pathetic and you’re useless. Makes both of us a right pair, don’t you think?” Mitch couldn’t help but smile at this situation. All this could have been prevented if the kid had accepted the damn ticket. But, no... oh, no, he wanted to make a scene. Holding onto the handcuffs with one hand, the cop opened the car door with the other hand. “In you go, buttercup. Bet your friends can’t wait to see your mugshot.” It was after he had gotten the guy in the car, Mitch closed the door and got in the driver seat. This was such a waste of time though. He took a deep breath and turned the key around as the engine let out a small roar and began to drive towards the police station. “At least you will look good for your mugshot, kid. No bruises, no eyeliner. Hair on point and all that bullshit. Your parents will be so proud.”

[joshholloway]

[clararosalinds-blog]

She thought that was going to be the last of him. Until that moment he had walked over to the drivers side of her door. She tensed only to roll down her window so she can hear his voice.

Clara looked at him with slightly widened eyes now. Was this.. a date? Her heart was racing as she tried to find her words, deep down her instincts told her to refuse but then.. why did she want to say yes? She pursed her lips together tightly before nodding.

“Yeah, we’ll see.” She smiled a little. “Hm.. how about the cafe downtown? I’ll be there at 6.”

[mitchstyebeck-blog]

It took him by surprise when she decided to take his offer. It was somewhat his way of apologizing for being a little rude. Without saying much he stood back and smiled at her once more.

“Great. Already got your number from your number plate registration. I’ll see you there tonight.” Mitch had eye contact with her for another second before leaving the area. This could turn out fun.

[graceplease-blog]

grace blinked back her surprise, her skin growing warm under his stare. she hoped the blush she’d applied this morning covered it, and that she remembered to shave her legs. “ i never disappoint, hun. you’ll want to write me another one just as an excuse to see me again, after this. — but don’t, uh, do that. ”

[mitchstyebeck-blog]

Mitch could easily tell her cheeks were getting warmer by the shade of her skin changing in the daylight. He was tempted to comment on it, but decided to hold against it. “We will see about that, won’t we? My car is around the corner.”