Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. I do not own L.A.'s Finest or am affiliated with the show in anyway, this is fan fiction. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.
This story was written for Sammycolt and features themes of hardcore male dominance and rough sex. If you are offended by this, don't read it.
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"Well, that went easier than expected."
A comment spoken from Syd Burnett to her partner had prompted Nancy McKenna to raise her eyebrows before giving off a snarky reply.
"Only cause he gave himself up without a fight. I'm not going to complain, better than chasing them around like we usually do."
"Oh come on, you like a good fight from them. It gets the adrenaline running."
Nancy didn't rebuke Syd's quip, simply dropping the subject for now. The two detectives walked side by side, down the brightly lit hallway of glass walls offering a reflection of the two ladies. Burnett wore a black leather jacket over a dark blue shirt over her ebony skin. McKenna had a contrast in her choice of outfit, going for a lighter, white colored shirt beneath her black blazer. Both ladies wore blue jeans and black boots. Their gun holsters were visible from the left side, giving a subtle bounce with each step they took. On the opposite side, the gold shine of Nancy's badge was visible from where her jacket was unbuttoned. A man passed by them walking in the opposite direction as the two ladies were heading off to the interrogation room among their floor of the LAPD administration building.
As partners, McKenna and Burnett had seen through a number of different activities among undercover officers in the LAPD. Narcotics seemed to be their best suit from past experience. The two ladies had led multiple investigations involving drug traffickers with connections to organized crime as well as middlemen and suppliers moving product across country. Los Angeles was a hot bed for drug trafficking with a legacy that went back several decades. It didn't matter who the players or product was, the action remained on the street. Through a narcotics investigation had been what led Nancy and Syd to busting Rico Emmanuel on this hot summer afternoon. Emmanuel had been a suspected dealer working with Vincent Carillo, a notable Mexican drug lord who had been evading investigators for the past two years.
Carillo was the bigger fish to fry in a much larger case involving the LAPD's organized crime task unit, but it was the least of Syd and Nancy's concern at the moment. They had their own duty with busting dealers when they worked narcotics. Today had been a routine bit of police work after a tip from an informant had led Nancy and Syd to where Emmanuel was reportedly making deals in a rundown neighborhood of Inglewood. Word on the street was that Emmanuel was connected to Carillo as a pusher man, but no one could offer up evidence connecting the two. How the drug baron was moving his product into the city was something of a mystery, but at least they had one of his dealers now and perhaps he would talk.
Emmanuel had been busted rather easily, all by playing a bit of undercover work to get him to offer a deal to a would-be customer who just so happened to be a working member of the LAPD. Nancy got the bust easy with their informant who had introduced her as a potential customer. All it took was a flash of the badge and pulling her gun and the dealer simply laughed with his hands up before his rights were read. Perhaps he had given himself up too easily, but that was beyond the question now for Nancy. As they continued down the halls and made a few turns, their prisoner of interrogation was visible beyond a clear wall of glass and sitting handcuffed at a black table. Slicked back black hair revealed a fading hairline, telling the detectives that their suspect was over the age of forty, at the least.
Syd opened the door first, watching as Rico Emmanuel shifted his dark eyes in her view. He had a brown mustache and light beard, revealing some grey hairs that were visible within a short distance. The frame of his body was muscular, only disclosed to her eyes when the black blazer jacket of his suit had been removed earlier when he was detained. Rico had on a white button up shirt, sleeveless to show off a gold watch and matching chain on left wrist. He was either too well dressed to be a low level dealer or asking for the heat with his flashy mannerisms like a foolish gangster, at least that was how Nancy interpreted his self image. Whether he was trying to or not, Rico had the look of a sleaze bag with money. He offered a smile at both ladies as the glass door slammed shut upon their entrance.
"Well now, someone looks happy to see us."
It was Syd who addressed the hand-cuffed Rico as he just smiled, flashing his teeth back at the black detective before his eyes shifted at Nancy momentarily. He spoke up to address both ladies.
"You've got nothing on me. I'll be out of here in less than an hour, so let's not waste each other's time."
The two women stopped from where they were standing and took a glance at one another. It was a silent gesture between Nancy and Syd, telling each other in eye contact just how full of it they believed this guy was. Turning their attention back at their interrogation suspect, Nancy leaned over the table and watched his gaze move from her face down to her busty chest like a typical pervert.
"Got nothing on you? Had I not flashed my badge and pulled the gun on you, then I think you would've been ripped off today by a hustling woman for a few grams of coke."
"Drug charges, Rico. You're gonna do time. For a guy who dresses the way you, I thought you might be smarter than this."
Syd shrugged her shoulders as she mocked the man, even offering a sly grin to trade back a level of smugness from how he looked at her. Rico wasn't amused or intimidated by the women thus far. While it was true he would face some serious time for a bust like this involving drugs and following on an informant that had set him up, he wasn't in the least bit concerned. Neither of the two detectives had met his lawyer yet whom he had gotten off the phone with when he was first booked before interrogation. Nancy looked back at the man before she carried on speaking once more.
"Look, we want Carillo. Everyone on the street knows you're pushing for him."
"Who do you mean by 'everyone'? You got a snitch that sang you a song to go free and set me up. You really don't know jack fucking shit, I can tell you that."
Nancy rolled her eyes while Syd stepped around after listening to the man cuss at her partner. She leaned over as if she were about to whisper in Rico's ear before speaking. She wanted to have her turn getting some words in before Nancy replied.
"So what you mean to say is, you'd do at least ten years hard time on the drug charges rather than give up your supplier. Whether it's Carillo or not, you would rather screw yourself over to get locked up, rather than doing yourself a favor."
