#ler!gooseberry

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WE NEED MORE COYLE PLEASE 😭🙏 maybe even some mother gooseberry 🤭

𝐋𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐅𝐮𝐧!

𝐋𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐱 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

an: yes more coyle!! and sweet mother gooseberry 🙂‍↕️ what a dangerous duo, thank you for the request! enjoy! 🤍

"Don't you fuckin' run from me!"

"Come here, little darling!"

You panted for air as you fled in horror through the labyrinth of the police station. It was supposed to be an easy mission, as Easterman had reassured you in the shuttle; your only task was to reach the security room and free the convicts. You were stealthy on your feet, able to evade the lurking police officer and the other ex-pops that wandered the halls.

What you hadn't expected was another prime asset to assist in the hunt for your life. Why the hell was Gooseberry here?! You had the unfortunate luck of encountering her presence, if the exasperated scream when she caught sight of you was anything to go by, which resulted in the alertness of the cop, who practically sprinted down the hall with hypervigilance.

And now you were here, bolting down the corridor in search of an exit for your freedom.

You heard enraged shouts and heavy footsteps following behind you. This place was like a labyrinth, doors hinged to each wall and leading to other rooms, rooms you definitely had no business being in. Surely you could lose them with just a few left and right turns.

Some rooms were pitch black with a deafening silence, so, careful not to step on any glass as to alert the prime assets, you slowly crouched your way through the rooms and evaded any outside light. The only sound that could be heard was your own beating heart and labored breathing.

You were so caught up in your own stealth that you failed to notice Mother Gooseberry lurching right towards you from behind. The sound of a drill broke you out of your furtiveness, along with a hand that grabbed the back of your bicep. A gasp and a scream ripped out of you, your arm struggling to break free from the woman's strong hold.

Stumbling on your feet, you were dragged out of the dark room and into the hallway, where you saw the officer standing with his hands on his belt, a sinister grin on his face. Gooseberry threw you to the floor and you landed on the cold tile with a grunt, immediately getting on your back and trying to crawl backwards. Fear struck your heart and you felt nauseous as the prime assets crept towards your figure, like two foxes cornering a rabbit.

"Well shit, look at you." Coyle chuckled, inching a hand towards his shock baton.

"There's a good child. Daddy, would you like to operate?"

Your palms grew clammy as you clumsily tried to back away, hands slipping against the tile and rendering you incapacitated. It was like you couldn't move all of a sudden, even though your brain was screaming at you to run. Fight back. Anything.

You stared up at the bloodthirsty killers above you, eyes wide and chest heaving when they closed in on both sides of your small frame. Coyle grabbed your leg and pulled it so you fell on your back, dark aviators staring down at you, with a smirk that verged sadism. Your hands came up in front of you defensively, a feeble attempt at protecting yourself.

"Aww, poor child. Don't worry, it'll all be over in a moment."

Gooseberry leaned over your cowering frame and put a hand on your waist to hold you in place, her other hand replaced with her Doctor Futterman puppet drill inching closer to your face. You squirmed away, feet scuffing the floor for any kind of movement to evade the drill. Gooseberry's hold on your waist tightened, a harsh squeeze delivering a ticklish sensation to your side, which made you shout with a yelp and jerk to the side.

Gooseberry's dark stance faltered and a coy smile replaced her sinister one. She kept the hand on your side, sending it another quick pinch and watching as your reaction showed one short of a squeak and another jerk. Coyle watched the whole thing with a raised eyebrow, glancing between you on the floor and Gooseberry. He narrowed his eyes at her, a frustrated scowl taking over as he spat at her between the cigarette on his lips.

"Why the hell did you stop?!"

Gooseberry gave him a warm smile and a little giggle, looking up at him with a sly, yet also innocent expression.

"It seems to me that the child is ticklish! Tell me officer, wouldn't you like to have some fun first?"

Coyle gaped at her, his cigarette threatening to fall out of his mouth if it opened any more. He was slack jawed at her question, eyeing suspiciously between her and you. You stared back at him, face pale and lips in a thin line.

"What kinda baby shit is that?! Let me just cook the fucker."

"Oh, sir," Gooseberry shook her head disapprovingly, "don't use such foul language around our guest." She looked back at you with a cheery smile, reaching down and giving your side another squeeze. You yelped with an involuntary laugh, hand rushing to cover the spot she had prodded. "See, just listen to that giggle! When was the last time you had any fun around here, officer?"

Coyle kept a hand on his belt buckle and brought the other one up to throw his cigarette on the ground. "I got plenty of fun 'round here. Chasing scum and fryin' em whole."

"Aw, but not like this!" she sang, prodding your other side this time in the endeavor for your laughter.

Coyle grumbled, shaking his head and contemplating for a moment. He peered down at your frame on the ground, debating whether or not his ego would let him do this. You did look scared on the ground, like a prey about to be eaten by its' predator. Ultimately, and reluctantly, he nodded his head with a sigh.

"Alright, but I want this shitbird screaming by the end of it. Don't seem like they talk much."

Mother Gooseberry giggled, nodding her head in agreement, before turning towards you again. "Oh, certainly! Don't look so scared, child. We only want to play!"

You weren't entirely sure what was going on; your mind was hazy just from the fear of being right in front of the two most psychopathic people you know of. This situation seemed so unreal, was this really about to happen? You thought you'd get the drill and the baton, but instead you were about to be tickled?

There wasn't much time given for you to really process your situation, as the two crouched down on either side of you. Your eyes flittered between them both, voice unable to protest as Coyle lifted one of your arms up with a tight grip, keeping it on the ground above your head. Gooseberry used her puppet drill to hold down your other arm, the weight of it (and your pure anxiety) stopping it from moving.

It wasn't until Gooseberry's fingers were back on your side and skittering above your thin shirt did you make noise. Small titters and gasps came out of you, your back arching off the ground at the unexpected sensations.

"W-wahahait! N-noho!"

"Ah, so you can speak." Coyle muttered.

Gooseberry beamed. "Aww, does this tickle?"

She focused her gaze on the officer, who was only holding your arm down while the other stayed dormant on his knee, unsure if he wanted to participate in this odd situation. "Won't you join in on the entertainment, sir? I think they're extra sensitive here."

She brought her hand to your upper side, giving it a strong tweak. You yelped and bucked your hips, a wobbly smile growing on your face. Feet kicked out on the floor as your arms pulled against the hands that held them down. Gooseberry giggled, delightfully, turning her head back to Coyle.

"See! Just look at the child squirm. We might need to restrict these little legs here though..."

Coyle chucked with a small shake of his head. "No, let them writhe. They ain't gonna get away."

You watched as Coyle inched his hand towards the spot Gooseberry prodded and your squirming increased, back shuffling away from his creeping hand. You didn't make it an inch though, as Gooseberry stopped you with a tut and poked your side. You involuntarily jerked back into Coyle, whose hand landed on your side and provided it with yet another squeeze.

He seemed content with your shout and spew of airy giggles, just the tiniest line of a smile up turned on his face. He seemed yet to be convinced this was something other than childish and embarrassing. But he supposes childish behavior would be found with this strange woman nearby.

Gooseberry continued with the spidering on your other side, gliding her blunt nails over your shirt and towards the center of your stomach. You sucked in a breath, trying to evade her fingers, but it was fruitless. Higher pitched giggles poured out of you, legs kicking out to find friction on the tile.

"Oh, you sweet child." Gooseberry praised, "tickle, tickle, tickle!"

Coyle scoffed at her ridiculous teasing, finding all of this to be just completely absurd. He rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses, unbeknownst to Gooseberry, who was thriving with glee in reducing you to a pile of giggles, and you, who had your eyes shut tight with a wavering smile.

"Fuckin' ridiculous I tell you."

"Don't worry, officer. We'll have them begging eventually!"

Coyle grumbled something you couldn't pick up over the sound of your own giggles. They spiked again when Gooseberry skimmed her fingers over your navel and dipped a finger in, making your stomach vibrate with a fluttery sensation.

You threw your head back at the intense feeling, back arching and falling back down against the cold floor.

Gooseberry's eyes widened at your reaction, the giddy smile never leaving her face. "Ooh! A giggle button!"

She swirled her finger around before digging it in further, relishing in the way you squealed and scrunched up your nose, feet kicking out at the air.

Coyle appeared to gain an interest in your loud reactions to Gooseberry's single finger, so he snaked a hand towards your hip and gave it a harsh squeeze. Your eyes shot open, hips bucking in the air with a yelp, as you pulled on your arms at the sudden feeling shooting through your nerves.

"Well," he smirked, "I suppose I can oblige just a bit."

You shook your head, bringing your eyes up to plead with him. "Noho! P-plehehease!"

He smirked back down at you, eyes glinting with a sudden mischievousness that you couldn't see. Another pinch to your hip had you bucking out against his hand again with a cry short of a cackle. He snickered, giving your restrained wrist a squeeze before taking on a mock-sympathetic frown.

"Oh, what are you gonna do? Call the police?

Mother Gooseberry giggled at his tease. "There's the enthusiasm!"

Now at the same time, Gooseberry and Coyle littered their fingers over your torso. The woman crawled her fingers viciously slow over your stomach, making it tremble from the soft touch. Coyle kept his hand on your hip, throwing random squeezes to it and making your voice teeter on giggles and full on laughter.

"Aww, who's a ticklish little plaything?" Gooseberry sang.

"Ahaha-nohoho!"

A pink hue of blush dusted over your cheeks, which didn't go unnoticed by the two as Gooseberry cooed at your reddened face.

"Look at them blushing! What a pretty little face!"

Your giggles only increased at her teasing. While this was definitely an unusual punishment, you supposed it was better than death. But her teases were going to kill you, if she kept flustering you like this.

Gooseberry's fingers crawled up to your ribs, earning her a high pitched squeal and a scrunched up nose. She wiggled her fingers all over, ranging from slow and gentle to rough and dangerously ticklish. You arched your back again with a whine when she dug into your lower ribs.

A surprised gasp emitted from her. "Oh! Is someone a little extra sensitive here?"

Coyle chuckled at your whine, a shit-eating smirk plastered on his face. He redirected his hand from your hip to your other side of ribs, digging his fingers in just like the woman did, observing your reactions.

With the two of them indulging in your ribs, you let out a shriek and threw your head back, mouth wide with uncontrollable laughter. Your restricted hands splayed out and contracted, trying to grab at the floor or, god, anything to hold onto.

"Easy there, sweetness. You gonna get yerself hurt."

"NAHAnoho! Oho GOHOD!"

"Awful spot, huh? That's too damn bad."

Gooseberry snickered. "Yehes, that is too bad. But those laughs!"

You shook your head, unable to get anything out other than cries of laughter as they tore you apart with just their fingers. Gooseberry moved her hand back to your middle, wiggling her nails in such a deliberately gentle way it made your stomach quiver and shake.

Coyle kept his hand on your ribs, shaking all five of his fingers into the center of them and causing another scream to rip from your throat. He stared at your scrunched and blushing face, sniggering at the screams that emitted from you.

"God almighty. Noisy little thing."

The two of them kept on with their tickling in their respected spots, very clearly driving you up the wall. Gooseberry soft touches and extremely flustering teases had permitted you with a giddy smile, while Coyle's rough fingers and sadistic smirk made your stomach churn with anticipation.

You were rigid with your movements, the two opposite feelings causing you to kick and buck and grab at nothing, all while your throat was running dry with squeals and cackles and yelps.

Coyle suddenly changed his tactics, bringing his hand further and placing it on your underarm. The absolute screech you let out caused the two prime assets to stop dead in their tracks. Gooseberry had concern laced in her features, while Coyle just stared down at you with wicked glee.

"Officer, did you hurt the child?! What did I say about fun first?"

Coyle let out an ugly cackle, shaking his head and peering up at the woman. "Nah, but they 'bout to be screaming like I did."

You whined at that, glancing between the two of them frantically with an askew smile. Coyle suddenly shifted his position, lifting his knee up and replacing it with the hand that kept your arm restrained. The weight of his knee on your arm sustained it in place, and you looked up at him with wide eyes, quivering lips silent at your new predicament.

"Oho, you a little shy now, ain't ya?"

It was like a rush of giggles broke through the dam you had built up; they flowed out of you as Coyle's now two hands crept towards your exposed underarms. You pulled on your arms, fighting with the little strength you had left for any opportunity to break free. They were just too strong though.

"Hey! Why do you get to use two hands? That's not very fair." Gooseberry cried.

Coyle paused his descent to look up at her, furrowing his brows with an annoyed expression. "Get creative, lady."

You had no time to prepare as Coyle's fingers landed in both of your underarms, ten fingers digging in and relishing in the way your back arched and your mouth opened with a cry and roar of boisterous laughter. Your howls didn't deter Coyle this time though; he snickered and pressed into your skin further.

"F-FUHUCK! PLEHEHEASE!"

Gooseberry gasped, narrowing her eyes towards you with a tut. "Language child!"

"FUCK OHOHOFF! AH! GOHOHOD DAMMIT!"

Your head was thrown back in ticklish agony, so you failed to notice the scowl that appeared on Gooseberry's face, her demeanor suddenly changing at your foul words.

"That is no way to talk to Mother."

Her hand found your hip, pinching the bone with a sudden and new intensity that you hadn't felt from her before. You instantly regretted your choice of words as the combined feeling of Coyle's digs and her pinches sent shocks of electrifying and ticklish and god awful sensations through your entire body. You hadn't felt Coyle's baton before, but it was sure to rival with this.

"Ooh, you gonna pay for that mouth." Coyle snickered.

Even Coyle seemed taken aback by her shift in attitude, sparing a glance in her direction and wondering if he should tread warily around her now.

He was quickly brought back by your scream though, as you kicked out and slammed your feet on the tile, the force of it echoing throughout the thin walls of the station. His cold-blooded smirk reestablished on his face, aviators staring at your laughter-drunk appearance.

"Mother is gonna have to teach you manners!"

The two of them continued with their torture until you were within reach of silent hysterics. Tears threatened to spill over your eyes and your squirming was coming to a near halt, the rigidness getting slower by the second.

It wasn't until your voice was silent and you were spitting out gasps did they finally, albeit reluctantly, stop. The two of them stood up, towering over your shaky figure on the tile. You curled in on yourself and shifted to lay on your side, chest heaving for air with small giggles filtering out past your lips.

Coyle smirked with a chuckle. "Now we can get to the real fun." He reached for the baton on his belt.

Gooseberry, who seemed to calm down from her earlier rage, put a hand out in front of him. "Aw, but just look at the poor child. Shouldn't we give them a rest first?"

Coyle's brow twitched, dark sunglasses staring at her before leering down at you. You looked up at the two of them with a panicked expression, anxiously biting on your lower lip.

He gave a few moments hesitation before ultimately sighing with a grumble. He held his head up proudly and lingered his gaze on your fearful expression, the tiny smirk coming back on his face.

"Fine. They'll come crawling back. No one ever really loses a taste for the glove."

Gooseberry giggled. "Mother will see you again my little lamb!"

The prime assets grinned, turning on their heels to go do god knows what, and left you on the floor. You eventually caught your breath and recovered some of your strength, getting off the tile with weak and shaky knees.

Unsure of whether to continue your search for the security room, you waited until you heard them go back in the insertion gates before making a move.

You'd be sure to be watch your back with extra caution the rest of the trial.

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hii, could i maybee possibly ask for more lee!coyle? Loved the first fic and there's like nothingg for him😭

𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞

𝐋𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐱 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲

an: thank you so much for the request! this one is kinda long, so i hope you enjoy! 🤍

Coyle stormed down the halls of the courthouse, his shock baton sparking in the leather of his gloved hand. He wore a deep scowl and the cigarette between his teeth balanced on his lower lip, the ashes lighting up and falling to the floor. Behind his black aviators, his dark eyes scanned every door and searched each room for any lingering reagents.

With each passing minute, he was only growing angrier. There hadn't been a single reagent within his line of sight since he was released from the gates. He would catch glimpses of a door closing, or a window being smashed open. It would've had to been more than fifteen minutes now. Every time he heard a sound that indicated where his prey might be, there would be nothing once he got there. The reagents were making progress, sneaking around like rats in the sewers. This game of cat and mouse was infuriating him to no end.

Coyle wasn't entirely alone though, as another prime asset was wandering through the halls the same as him; another cat in this hell of a game. Mother Gooseberry was on the side of the courthouse, hoping to find some prey of her own. Coyle wondered if she had any luck of her own, if she was downing reagents and getting all the fun.

Hell, why not go over there too and investigate for himself?

Grumbling to himself, he marched to the far side of the courthouse. The whole way there was silence, with no traces of his next victims. Just who the hell did they think they were? In his courthouse? Making him look like a fool? He tried to stay calm, tried to remind himself no one had gotten past him before. Yes, it only added to the fun. If hiding is what they liked, he would abide.

Coyle came across Gooseberry, who was checking a nearby locker. She heard his stomping behind her, so she turned around with a kind smile. "Oh! Officer, what are you doing on this side? Have you got them all already?"

Coyle scoffed, looking off to the side and taking the cigarette between his finger, throwing it to the ground and putting it out with his boot. "Shit, can't even find one of them fuckers."

Gooseberry took notice of the hostility laced in his words, more hostile than usual whenever he spoke to her. She gave a sympathetic smile, putting a hand on her hip and speaking in a sing-song voice. "Oh, don't worry, sir. They can't hide forever!"

Coyle rolled his eyes under his sunglasses, grabbing another cigarette from his belt and using his baton to light it. He switched off the weapon and placed it in its holster. He brought his hands to his belt buckle, staring off into one of the rooms and rolled the cigarette around between his lips. "Don't tell me you haven't found any of em' either." He looked back at her with a raised brow.

Gooseberry's head fell a little, and she peered down at the tiled floor. "Well..."

Coyle pressed on, his brows becoming furrowed at her one-worded response. "Well what?!"

The woman looked toward the goose puppet on her hand before hesitantly lifting her head back to Coyle, uncertainty in her tone. "Dad-I mean Doctor Futterman and I haven't found anyone yet..."

"Jesus fuck!" Coyle spat, his harsh words echoing off the walls at the loudness of his voice. He took a long drag of his cigarette before putting it back in his hand and flicking the ash on the ground, pacing back and forth with a growl. Gooseberry took a step back, looking to Doctor Futterman and back at Coyle with a concerned expression.

"Now, now, officer. We'll come across them eventually! You can't have a bad attitude and expect to find them easily!"

Her words only angered Coyle more, and he glared at her and crossed his arms. "I don't have a god damn bad attitude! Those fuckers are in my house. They need to play by my rules!"

Gooseberry bit her lip, uncertain about his sudden enraged character. She stepped forward a bit, placing a hand on her skirt. "Well have we ever let them get away before?"

Coyle shook his head, but he still had an angered expression. "No. No we ain't. But have you even seen those pieces of shits yet?!"

"Not exactly..."

Coyle growled, seemingly working himself up and snarling towards the woman. He stared at her beneath his aviators, his brows furrowed and lips in a scowl. He clenched his jaw, giving her a nasty look she's never seen from him before. "What the fuck have you been doing then?! Playing with your fuckin' puppet?"

Gooseberry furrowed her eyebrows. Her gentle smile had turned into a frown of her own. "Now that is no way to speak to me, sir!"

Coyle scoffed, placing a hand on his belt and throwing his other arm at her. "Why the fuck did I have to get paired up with you. Nothin' but a crazy nut job." His volume was quieter as he spoke now, but there was still that harshness in his words that made Gooseberry frown further.

She shook her head; she wasn't going to let this man ruin her mood. She also was growing a bit impatient at not finding any reagents, but was she yelling about it? Throwing a fit like a child? No!

The smile appeared back on her face, and she walked closer to Coyle, almost right in front of him now. "Officer, we can go and look for them together!"

Coyle grumbled underneath his breath, taking the cigarette from his fingers and putting it back in his mouth, his head titled at the floor in thought. "Those fuckers gotta be close..."

"But we're not going anywhere until there's a smile on your face!"

He snapped his attention back towards her, his head lifting up in shock. "Excuse me?"

Gooseberry let out a tiny giggle. "Well you can't be grumpy the whole time! It won't help in our search."

Coyle gaped at her, bewildered by her childish statements. "The fuck? I ain't playing a damn game around here."

"Oh come on, sir, show me a smile!" Gooseberry reached out to him and pinched his side. Coyle let out a bark, combined with something just short of a giggle. The cigarette fell from between his lips, and he backed up with a hand covering where she had touched him.

"The hell was that?!"

Gooseberry gave a giggle of her own, quickly stepping towards him again and giving him a squeeze to his other side. Coyle gasped, the tiniest of a wobbly smile playing on his lips. It was quickly replaced by an angry expression though, as he snarled at her. "Get yer' damn hands off me!"

"How else will you cheer up though? This is how I'd always put the children in a better mood!"

"I'm not a fucking child!"

"You sure are acting like one though!"

With that, Gooseberry sprang into action. She managed to follow Coyle, who was backing up with his hands out defensively and throwing profanities at her. His back hit the wall, and Gooseberry had him trapped right where she wanted him.

"Don't fucking touch mehehe-"

Coyle felt her hand arrive on his side, giving him those god awful squeezes that made him cough out a laugh and try to push her hands away. She did have him trapped though; there wasn't a way to evade her touches since she had him against the wall. Her hands weren't moving away either, no matter how hard he pushed and yanked.

"Aww, is someone a little ticklish?"

Her hand continued to squeeze up and down his waist, hitting all the spots that were extra sensitive and prompting Coyle to stutter and tut out small, raspy giggles.

"To hehehell I'm nohot!"

Gooseberry cooed, switching from pinches to scribbles all over his side. Coyle took in a breath, squirming around and trying to conceal the deep laughter that was threatening to make itself heard.

"Owh, you aren't ticklish? Then why are you giggling so cutely?"

Coyle growled through his tutters, hands shaking and torso twisting at each scribble. He was close to breaking though, if the smile that was creeping onto his face was anything to go by. "I-I'm nohot g-giggling!"

He yelled out the last part of his sentence, making Gooseberry tut and give him a disapproving look. She quickly reached up to his ribs and gave him a tweak. He barked out a laugh and threw his head back against the wall. "Now that is no way to speak to Mother!"

Coyle sucked in a breath, hands still pushing against her forearms. Doctor Futterman sat on one of her hands, the drill inside his mouth peeking out a bit and letting Coyle know he wasn't getting out of this any time soon.

"I ain't a dahamn kid!"

"You sure are ticklish like one! Let me see that smile!"

This whole situation was absurd, but damn her scribbles were getting to him. How could she break him with just a single hand? And the way she sang when she teased him. The walls were going to come crashing down soon.

Gooseberry's hand crawled down to his hip, her fingers pinching at the bone and making Coyle let out a half screech. His sunglasses threatened to fall off his eyes and his legs shook, trying their best to stay up against the tile. The smile was on his face now, his teeth gritting against one another as he tried his best to not let any more embarrassing sounds emit.

"Ooh, is this a bad spot, hmm?"

"N-no!"

"Give me some giggles, sir!"

She moved to his other hip, pinching swiftly and not letting up. The dam broke, and Coyle's laughter flooded through the halls of the courthouse. He folded over, giggles overtaking his grunts and stutters. Gooseberry cooed again, letting out a giggle of her own at his reactions.

"Aww, there they are! Just listen to those cute sounds!"

"N-nohoho! G-get, ahh! Gehet off!"

Deep, raspy laughs sounded from him as Gooseberry brought her hand back to his side and spidered it up to his ribs. Her fingers found vacancy on the sides of his ribs, where they poked and prodded in the divots. Coyle snapped back up, back arching at the touch and twisting away. Her fingers followed though, never leaving the spot. His mouth was wide in an upright smile, his teeth showing behind his lips.

"Aw, the mean little cop is actually adorable! Tickle tickle tickle!"

Coyle had the faintest blush painted on his cheeks, his smile turning wobbly as he tried to hide how her teasing was affecting him. "Y-you're fuhuhucking crahahazy!"

Gooseberry mock gasped, tweaking her fingers against the tops of his ribs to make him bark out a cackle. "I think you need to learn some manners!"

Coyle shook his head, black aviators hiding his eyes that were crinkled shut in giggles and coughs. His hands attempted in protecting his torso while also pushing her hand away, but it was of no use. She found a way around his hands and kept up with the random scribbles and tweaks.

"FUHUCK ohohoff!"

"Uh uh uh!" Gooseberry tutted with a disapproving shake of her head. "For someone so ticklish, you sure do have a bad mouth!" Her hand came down on his lower ribs, pinching the sides of them and curling her fingers into his back. He jerked at the touch, a guffaw escaping his lips and making him snarl in between his laughs.

"Gohohonna kihill yohou-"

"Hmm? What was that? I couldn't hear you over those pretty laughs!"

Coyle's knees threatened to give in and his footing fought for balance. He dropped his head, the wide smile never leaving his face as giggles spewed out of him and the blush on his cheeks became effervescent.

Gooseberry noticed the pink hue on his cheeks and she giggled, letting out a small coo that was almost unheard by the sound of Coyle's laughter. "Aww, is that a blush I see?"

"NOHO! DAMMIT!"

"Ooh, but I think it is! Let me see that handsome face!"

She brought her hand up to his neck, fluttering her fingers ever so delicately over his exposed skin, and she traced them up to behind his ear. Coyle's head twitched back up and met his shoulder that collided with the side of his face, doing its best to block out the tickling sensations that made him stutter out and giggle.

"Fuhuhuck-ah! Ehehenough!"

Gooseberry had a bright smile, fingers remaining unbothered and scratching away at his neck, lingering towards the back of it and making him shrug both his shoulders up with a broad grin. His hands were up at his neck, gripping at her hand and ultimately failing to pull it away.

She used the opportunity to dive back to his ribs, closer to his underarms this time, and dug her fingers into his leather jacket. Coyle full on screeched, his arms crashing tightly to his sides while laughter poured out of him. Gooseberry gasped, snickering at the way his head was thrown back and his smile grew further.

"Oh goodness! You're super ticklish here! Don't you think so?"

"NAHA-dammit! Nohoho!"

"No? You aren't super duper extra ticklish right here on your ribs?"

Any more of her teasing and Coyle was surely going to combust. While he would never say it aloud, it really did fucking tickle. And her words made him blush really fucking bad.

"NOHO-HAH! S-SHIHIHIT!"

"I think you're lying to me! It's never good to lie, officer. You of all should know that! If you say how ticklish you are, I'll let you go!"

If Coyle could gape at her in shock, he would. But the digging into his high ribs was driving him to insanity. But there was no way in hell he would ever say that. It was absolute blasphemy and he had a reputation to uphold.

"NOT A FUHUCKING CHAHANCE!"

Gooseberry giggled. "Okay then! Tickle tickle!"

"EHENOUGH OF THAHAT!"

The blush on Coyle's face was only deepening with her teasing and it was flustering him to no end. The hand on his ribs crept higher to his underarms and he barked, arching his back and letting out choked laughter. His arms were still squeezed shut to his sides, but it didn't deter her wiggling fingers.

"Aww, does the teasing make it worse? Does it make it tickle more?

Coyle shook his head, laughter flowing from his lips and sounding throughout the open space around them. His legs fought to hold him up, his feet sliding against the floor a little as he twisted from side to side.

"SHUHUHUT YER' MOUTH, WOMAHAHAN!"

Gooseberry sighed, feigning disappointment, but keeping her hand under his arm and wiggling deeply into his jacket. "I thought you had learned your manners. So naughty..."

She suddenly grabbed his arm and lifted it over his head, using Doctor Futterman on her hand as a weight to hold it over him. Coyle gasped through his laughter and yell out pleas, shaking his head with a nervous smile. He instantly used his other hand to protect his underarm and yanked on the one she was holding up.

Gooseberry predicted this though, as she quickly brought her free hand down to his hip, pinching rapidly and causing Coyle to shriek and lower his hand to push hers away. She giggled at him, advancing her hand back up to his exposed underarm now and digging her fingers in deeply.

Coyle screamed, laughter rushing out of him and teetering on the edge of silence. He stomped his foot against the floor, squirming around and pulling on her hand with all the strength he had left. His stomach ached with how hard he was laughing, and Gooseberry could see how badly it was affecting him.

"What do you say to Mother, hmm?"

He growled through his laughter, too stubborn to say what she wanted to hear. She dug her fingers in more though, and Coyle instantly folded.

"F-FUHUCK-AH! I'M SOHOHORRY!"

"Aww, you poor, ticklish cop! I bet this tickles so much! Don't you agree?"

He groaned, the embarrassment creeping up his neck and spreading to his entire body. He shook on the edge of silent laughter, nodding his head at her question.

"Hmm? I can't hear you!"

Coyle didn't want to say it. He didn't want to put up with the humiliation of admitting it. But fuck, he didn't know how much longer he could withstand this. So maybe, just maybe, it'd be worth it to say what she wanted to hear and get it over with.

He stuttered out through deep, hoarse laughter. He squeezed his eyes shut, not daring to look at her as he spoke, the blush crimson on his face.

"IHIHIT T-TIHIHICKLES GOD D-DAMMIT!"

Gooseberry immediately stopped, bringing her hand out of his underarm and stepping away from him with a snicker. Coyle coughed out and greedily took in deep breaths of air, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He put his hands on his knees, taking in as much air as he could with a wobbly smile and heat radiating off his cheeks.

"See, that wasn't so hard, now was it?"

He refused to look Gooseberry in the eye, instead pretending like he was still catching his breath. Gooseberry caught on though, letting out a tiny giggle. "Aw, did I embarrass you?"

Coyle glared at her from behind his sunglasses, the pink on his face still clear as day. He tried his best to give her an angered expression, but it failed miserably as he couldn't get the tiny grin off his face. He mumbled under his breath, taking a cigarette from his belt and putting it in his mouth.

"Whatever."

Suddenly, the alarm for the reagents to exit the trial sounded throughout the courthouse. Coyle furrowed his brows, giving Gooseberry a mean look as he took the baton and sparked it up, lighting his cigarette and stomping towards her. "Now we'll never get those fuckers!"

Gooseberry smiled gently, waving her hand at him and shaking her head. "Well, someone had a bad attitude that needed to be fixed!"

Coyle wanted to scream at her, but he'd just be proving her point. He mumbled underneath his breath, taking a drag of his cigarette and adjusting his aviators. Gooseberry couldn't hear what he said, so she stepped closer with her hand out, wiggling her fingers. "What was that? Do I need to teach you some manners again?

Coyle backed up instantly, throwing his hands in front of him and shaking his head. "N-no! Damn you..."

She giggled and put her hand down on her hip. "Aw, too ticklish for your own good!"

The blush was on his face again and he turned on his heel, refusing to say anything back to her and marching down the courthouse, a trail of smoke following behind him. Gooseberry giggled, also turning and going back to the insertion gates.

Coyle would make sure to watch his words around her the next time they're in a trial together.