f/f stories have been on my mind lately. There are several ideas I have but one in particular I plan to write first, involving law enforcement. I just haven't finalized the plot yet.

I recently saw someone else mention f/f stories so I figured, what the hell, may as well share two excerpts from the few scenes I've written so far. Neither of these are edited so there are probably improvements that could be made.

Oh and PS: lots of swearing ahead.



Excerpt #1: the bar

"We sat on that motherfucker for seven fucking hours at the hospital to make sure he got booked, and you know what the jail does? Let him out the next morning on twenty-five bucks bail."

Taylor's venomous ranting paused only long enough for her to pull a long drink from her beer.

Kasha snorted. "He's already in again. Got busted smoking dope."

"No shit?"

"Who nabbed him?"

"How long'd it take this time? Two minutes?"

The questions piled one atop another as Naomi, Bust and Wats all spoke at once.

"Would've been two," Kasha said with a smirk and a tip of her beer toward Wats, "but the 23 takes ten to get from jail to the Nexus."

A mixture of snorts and harsh laughs erupted from the table.

"That's not the point!" Taylor snapped as she slammed down the now-empty bottle. The heavy wood table rattled. "The point is, what the fuck's the point?"

"Of what?"

Taylor's hands spread out, encompassing the dinghy bar, filled with cops and badge bunnies and the few civilians who had been accepted into the fold. At least, it seemed that was what she meant but as she spoke it became clear her gesture extended far beyond the Fitz's walls.

"Of any of this! We bust our asses taking down a fucker everyone knows just went on a metro-wide crime spree, and the jail lets him out like it's kiddy time at recess. We get people screaming all sorts of fucked up shit at us while being arrested for destroying some poor fuck's life, and that's all fine, but the second one of us says so much as an 'asshole' in return we're written up. Fuckers sue the city, and they win in court and we look like jackasses. We stop for two seconds to get coffee at a gas station and we get the evil eye from dumbfucks who've got nothing better to do than demand how we spend their taxpayer's money. We go to peoples' houses a billion fucking times when they call 'cause their man beat the shit outta them, but they won't leave the fucker. They keep going back and making us come out there again to pull their bloody ass to the hospital, and we all know someday we'll be there on a homicide but we can't do shit about it because it's up to the vic to snap out of it. What's the fucking point!"

No one had an answer to that, because they'd all thought the same thing more than once during their career. They stared down at their drinks with narrowed eyes, and the silence made Taylor scoff so derisively a group of Transits two tables over looked at them. Taylor's hands slammed on the table and she stood so quickly she nearly knocked over her chair. She was storming out the front door before anyone knew what she planned.

The women groaned, but Kasha was the only to stand, waving the others to stay seated. She grabbed a wad of bills from her back pocket and threw it on the table. "I got it."

She rushed out into the light, and searched for her former partner. It wasn't hard to find her, as Taylor hadn't gotten far. Presently, she was scowling to the right.

Two women, a blond and a brunette, wearing outfits that screamed 'casual business attire' eyed the two of them. Neither Taylor nor Kasha were in uniform, and the day had barely shifted toward mid-morning, so at the sight of two women stumbling out of a bar so early, the office women eyed them with poorly hidden disgust.

Taylor glowered at the brunette's back. "I'd like to see those pansies do our jobs and not need a break or two at the end of it. What's the matter, they never heard of Dogwatch?" Almost as if she heard Taylor's mutterings, the blond woman glanced over her shoulder with pinched eyes. Taylor's hackles visibly rose, and with a storm overtaking her features she started to stalk that way with her hand already curling to flip them off. "I'm gonna--"

Kasha snagged Taylor's wrist and shoved her hand back down between them while her other hand snapped over the shorter woman's mouth. She leaned in and hissed into her ear:

"Taylor, I swear to God if you get IA on us I will beat your fucking ass."

Taylor managed a scoff and an unfriendly smirk even between Kasha's fingers. Her dark blue eyes rose challengingly to Kasha's dark brown ones. "Why?" she drawled when Kasha pulled her hand away. "Got something to hide?"

"Only my ungodly need to keep your troublesome ass in my life."

"That's what partners are for." Taylor's tone shifted; a dark version of what might have been planned as brevity. Her squinted eyes sweeping the street only made her look angrier.

Kasha didn't bother replying.

"You two gonna be okay?" Naomi asked as she jogged to catch up to them.

"I will be," Kasha said with a snort. She pointed at Taylor. "The jury's still out on this one."

"I'll give you a ride--"

"I don't need a motherfucking ride!" Taylor snapped at Naomi. "I don't need motherfucking babying! Leave me the fuck alone!" Taylor glared hatefully at the two of them and stalked ahead, as steadily as she could.

Naomi looked at her wavering back and sighed heavily, followed by exchanging a look with Kasha.

"I'll get her," Kasha said quietly. "Thanks for the offer."

"She knows I lost my mom too, right? I could help."

"Yeah." Kasha's face was all dark shadows and tight lines even in the bright summer morning. "She needs time."

"She's going to fuck herself over before the time's up, at this rate."

An even heavier sigh than Naomi's gusted out of Kasha. Her entire body seemed to slump. "I know."

"Didn't Brandt tell her to take some time off?"

Kasha's lips twisted. "You ever knew Tay to take good advice?"

A short scoff answered her, and Naomi clapped Kasha on the back. "Nope. Starting with when you tried to talk her out of joining."

"Yeah, well. Guess I've never been as persuasive as I think I am."

"You were with Bronco. All have heard tell of how you were the only one to ever get him in the back of a squad without bucking all over the pavement first."

Kasha snorted out a laugh, and this time a grin overtook her features. "Now, that was a day I shoulda bought a lotto ticket..."

"No shit. You ever win, share some with me, yeah?"

Kasha scoffed. "Bitch, I ever win, I'm getting the fuck outta dodge and you'll never see me again."

"Kasha!" Taylor roared from ahead, fury driving the wind from her lungs in an impressive boom. Kasha looked over at her former partner and found her to be half leaning on her car's hood with her hands flat against her pockets. "Where are my goddamned keys!"

"Good luck with that one," Naomi said humorlessly, and with one last slam on Kasha's back, she pivoted to leave.



Excerpt #2: rain

Lights were flashing in her eyes. Her gaze slid past the faceless people, and hardly acknowledged the familiar sight of flashing blue and white. Sound was muffled. Someone was holding her arm. Leading her.

Cotton filled her head, and lead her chest.

Movement was five steps off from reality.

Someone spoke but the words didn't filter through. A hand gently pressing down on her head, guiding her into a vehicle.

Glass blurred by raindrops. Lights rolling in a circuit; whiteblue, whiteblue, whiteblue, and red on the other side. Rocking of the vehicle as someone got into the drivers seat in front. Light flashed in the car briefly as well but she hardly saw it.

Her eyes were drawn again to the raindrops, distorting the rush of people outside, and the faded white of the news vans.

The view out the back window. Where the criminals sat.