The Heiress - SakuraMazaki

Genres: Shojo, Mystery, Drama, Romance

Lily & Rose Issue 1 Sample Part 1

Knelt down with her gun out as she hung around a corner of an underground parking lot, Grace Morris looked over at her partner, Roger Gibson, and nodded.

"Freeze, dirtbag," Grace said as they came out from their hiding spots, and pointed their guns at the criminals caught stealing red-handed.

Bang. Grace shot one of them in the hand when they reached for their gun. "Arg!" they cried out in pain and held onto their injured hand.

"We told you to freeze! We have this place surrounded, so don't even think about running." Grace and Roger inched closer to them. "Umph—"

Another man grabbed Grace from behind and put a knife to her neck, making her drop her gun. "Put your guns down if you don't want me to slit her throat," he warned them. Roger cursed under his breath and went to drop his gun.

"Don't! We've been after them too long to let them go," Grace yelled and glanced upwards to give him a signal.

"We can't lose you, Grace!"

"Tch, I said, put it down!" the attacker yelled at him.

I have to do this right... Grace thought as she braced herself. In one fell swoop, she pushed the knife away from her, twisted his arm, knocked the knife to the ground, and downed the attacker. With his arm still twisted back, she kept him on the ground with a knee to his back.

"Arg." He wiggled around, but she wouldn't give him an inch. "You'll pay for this!" "Catch," Roger said as he tossed her his spare gun and kept his gun locked onto the other two, who had gone still.

She caught it mid-air. "Thanks."

The sirens blaring in the background were getting louder.

"It's over." Grace laughed.

Eight cop cars pulled up surrounding them. Once one of the other cops came over to cuff the man who attacked her, Grace stepped back and watched the others in action. "That was dangerous back there." Roger came up beside her. "You've got to stop doing things like that, or you'll give me a heart attack."

"You're only thirty; a little young for that." She rolled her eyes.

"You'd be surprised how young one can be and still have a heart attack."

"Well, we're cops and partners, so you should be used to it by now."

"I should be, but I never get used to it. Maybe I should get a less reckless partner. It might be better for my health."

Grace's jaw hung open. "You'd abandon me after all we've been through?" "Ahem..." Their chief cleared his throat as he approached them. "Good job, you two. I expect your report to be written up tonight."

"Tonight!" Roger looked at his watch. "You've got to be kidding me..."

"Problem, Roger?"

"No, sir." Roger saluted and waited until their chief walked away before deflating. "I don't think he likes me..."

"Because you're always complaining," Grace said, and let out a giant yawn. "And you're ready for bed."

"Yes, but we have work to do still. Let's go." She nudged him along towards their car. "Can I drive this time? You can take a nap on the way there."

"Sure..." She yawned again.

They hopped into their squad car, and she was out almost instantly.

"You've got to stop pushing yourself too much, or you'll either find yourself in a no-win situation or drive yourself into the ground." Roger sighed and kept his eyes on the road.

"Wake up." Roger nudged Grace. "If you keep sleeping here, I'll draw on your face with a permanent marker."

She swatted his hand away and stayed asleep.

"Grace, someone's stealing your sandwich!"

"What?!" Her eyes shot open, and then she remembered where she was. "What was that for?" She punched him in the arm.

"Ow! Damn..." He rubbed his arm. "Why do you hit so hard?"

Grace held her fist in front of her. "Because I am a woman of steel!" She laughed. "I've trained more than you."

"You're kinda small for that, aren't you?"

"Tiny tank?"

He nodded. "I think it fits you. Ow! What? I just agreed with you..."

She glared at him and headed into the department, straight to her desk. Her computer was on and waiting for her. She started to type up her report, but couldn't stop yawning. A can of iced coffee appeared in front of her face. "Can't have you passing out here." Roger wiggled the can.

"Thank you. Ah... Tastes good." Just the right amount of sweetness. Now, hopefully it's enough to keep me up. They both refocused on their work.

"And, done!" It took a while, but they both finished their reports.

"If the chief liked me, I'd swear I'd be up for a promotion," Rogers said as he loosened his tie.

"What promotion are you looking for? Are you hoping to become a detective? Because you have to do extra training and whatnot for that, and you know how you get." "But at least I'd be moving up. I feel like I've been in this same position for so long." "Me too..." Grace nodded and tossed her empty can in the recycling bin.

Roger looked at his watch. "I think you missed the last bus... Do you want a ride?" "Na; I don't live that far, so I'll walk. Thanks, anyway."

"Walk home alone at this time of night? I don't know if that's a good idea..." "I just want to get some fresh air. And don't you dare offer to walk me home; I'm already good enough to take you down, and you know it."

"Everyone in this precinct probably knows it... Maybe I should start training again... Ugh, but I'm so tired..."

Grace patted him heavily on the back. "Quit worrying about everything so much and go home. I agree to more training for you, not that you'd beat me even with it." She snickered and took off, grabbing her jacket off the back of her chair on the way out.

"Hey, I could totally beat you if I trained!"

"In your dreams," she said in a singsong voice.

Grace walked outside and looked up at the bright moon in the sky as she took a deep breath of fresh air. Finally, this long day is over.

Grumble.

And I need to get some grub. She rubbed her stomach.

The streets were mostly empty on her way home, outside from a few cars and a couple of people lounging in the park nearby.

"Grace Morris?" a man called out to her as she walked by an alleyway.

"Nope..." She kept walking and braced herself for an attack.

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