He turned on the heat full blast and shut the door, shivering against the rain. It was a cold, wet one, that's for sure. Definitely not the type of weather to be persuing a runaway in. It wasn't the type of weather to be running from the cops in either.

He was sure the criminal was thinking he was the bad guy and just another full of himself cop. After all, that's what he had acted like. But of course, he really just cared for the criminals and finding them safe places. He did whatever it took to try to persue that, even saying things that was against his moral values. It was part of the job, no matter if he wore the uniform or not.

About 30 minutes passed before any police officers reappeared and when they did, they were empty handed. He frowned and watched as his police friend, the deputy, slipped into the driver's seat.

"Nothing?" He questioned.

"Nothing," The deputy said,"The rain made it impossible to follow her. Would you like a ride to the station or your house?"

"Station, I want to do some research on what type of criminal we were dealing with today," Silas sighed and fastened the seatbelt. He had no clue how she managed to escape this time. Maybe some research would figure that one out.

Whoever it was, next time he would be ready.

Silas went back to the station and used their showers to get warmed up after his adventures in the rain. He had an extra set of clothes in his locker, casual and an uniform. He was always prepared, even if he hadn't been prepared to catch a criminal today.

The events were still fresh in his mind. He kept on thinking of ways he could have done his job better or had her caught before the police arrived. She had escaped and was probably out there gloating about her victory. He stepped out of the shower and got dressed in his casual clothes.

"Silent alarm going off at 101 Waterway. Repeating: silent alarm...."

The crimes never seemed to cease unless he was the one on duty. He made his way to the dispatch office with a cup of hot coffee in his hand. He peered over the monitor and frowned.

"Enlarge the alarm cam," He ordered, his hand resting on her shoulder as he leaned to look. What he saw amazed him. It was the criminal from before grabbing leftovers from the fridge and sprinting out the door. That was interesting that the criminal had been so clueless to check for silent alarms and cameras in the house.

"Pull up the address again?" Dispatch did that and he frowned. There were a few abandoned houses in that area but not much allyways for criminals to hide. That had to be where she was staying.

He said his thanks and ran to his locker, grabbing his spare tazor and uniform jacket with his spare badge. He raced out the door and jumped in the last police officer responded to the scene.

"Look for abandoned houses," He told the officer, now on a mission to track down this criminal.

Silas surveyed the surroundings once they were around the general neighborhood. He was right about there not being much alleyways. Well there's one.

"Slow down," The cop slowed the cop car down. There was only 1, and only 1 alley. That meant that the criminal would go this way to escape. She would probably flee the area rather quickly or at least that's what he would do if he had been a criminal.

The alley was connected to apartments, a pizza place, and an abandon house. That was a good sign. There was also a dumpster. Between pizza and the smell of rotten pizza coming from the dumpster, her dog would have trouble catching his scent. He looked at the apartments and noticed every floor had a balcony. Figuratively the first floor wasn't too far from the ground...

"Go hide the police car and tell Deputy Sands our location," He got out of the police car and shut the door quietly and quickly. The police car drove off, the sound of sirens going with it. He quickly climbed up the first floor balcony ladder and crouched down. The wind was blowing toward him which meant that the dog wouldn't catch his scent. The dog would smell pizza first. Hungry dogs didn't make good sniffers.

It wasn't long until he spotted them. They were fleeing the exactly how he planned they were. He smirked and waiting until they were almost right next to the balcony.

That's when he jumped off and onto her shoulders, his fingers immediately finding a pressure point between her neck and shoulders that would probably knock her out. If not, there was a taser but he preferred the painless method.

"Hi princess," His legs wrapped tightly around her waist, tight enough to knock the breath out of her but not limit her breathing completely. His fingers dug tighter into the pressure point and he began counting.

Of course he should have prepared for her being knocked down by his weight. He hadn't thought that through. She crumbled against his weight and he barely had time to to reach his free arm out to prevent squishing her to death with the impact of his weight against hers. The seconds were up. She should have been out by now. But she wasn't.

She was a lot smaller that him, probably due to other factors than that she was a woman. She was real thin, he could feel her hip bones against his thighs. It was no wonder why he was able to overpower her so easily. Even though he weighed less than a police officer similar to his height, he still had the advantage of weight against her.

He felt himself being shoved by the dog and it made his weight sit uncomfortable on her. She gave the command to stop and he reshifted, his hand still managing to stay on the pressure point.

He heard her words and that's when he shifted from the bad cop to the good cop. The bad cop would have ignored her pleas The good cop, he listened and the pressure was removed from her neck but not her body. He still had her pinned. He pulled out his phone to call the officer he rode with. His other hand grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head.

"Tell Deputy Sanders I caught her and to bring handcuffs," He told him and hung up, gazing down at her.

"Well princess, you should have surrendered at the gas station. Things aren't looking too good for you or your dog." His gaze wasn't hostle like it would have been,"I'm not your enemy and I don't want to be. But I will do whatever is necessary if you dare step out of line."

Silas wasn't affected by her harsh tone or her movement. He was like dead weight on her at this point. The dog did make him a little nervous, mostly because he really didn't want to lose this one. Something about her...she was a special criminal. He just wished he had time to properly investigate her before they were called down to the crime. That way he would have an idea just how special she was.

"Well then, princess,I suggest you tell me your name," He said princess again. This time it just slipped out, he hadn't really meant tot use it again. He was the respectful one. If it was Deputy Sanders he would be a different story. He heard footsteps and looked to see a team of five police officers.

Handcuffs were chucked in his direaction and he caught them, moving one arm at a time to the proper position behind her back and moving more toward her legs to secure them. He made them secure but not tight. Definitely looser than the bad cop would have. He sympathied her just a tad bit. Just a tad.

He got off of her and pulled her to her feet. Like he mentioned before, she was rather light,"Okay, I'm going to pat you down now unless you'd rather just tell me where you've hidden your weapons?"

That was a joke. Either way he was patting her down. He was just waiting for consent. That's what also differed between bad cops and good cops.

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