F1 Reader Inserts

Undercover || CL16

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!detective!reader
Summary: When reports of a crime sends Charles into your path you could never imagine what an effect it would have on your life and the case that you lived to solve.
Warnings: 18+ only, mentions of s*x traff*cking, g*nshot wound, reader injury. Enemies to friends to lovers
WC: 7.2k

"You do realise it is my day off? That means I don't need to answer my phone, and definitely not at," you pulled the glaringly bright screen back to see the time, "two in the morning."

"I know, I know," your boss sighed apologetically. "I'm really sorry to do this but I know you were working anyway."

You sat up and rubbed your bleary eyes to see the pages of reports scattered across your bed. Once again you had fallen asleep working on your own time. "Shut up."

Chief Conti gruffled a dry laugh knowing he was right and you heard the blinds on his door rattle as he closed it. The sound set you on edge and you tossed the blankets back to start getting dressed as you tucked the phone between your shoulder and ear.

"You are at the station. What the hell has happened?" The only time the Chief was at the station outside of nine to five was if there was a national emergency. Your eyes drifted to the papers on your bed and a slither of hope started to creep in. "Did they find-"

"No. Still no word, I'm sorry," he said, dashing the hope as soon as it started. "It's a high profile case so I need to come in."

You swallowed down the disappointment and grabbed your keys off the nightstand. "Alright, be there in five."

When you arrived at the police station there were reporters with cameras filling the lobby and they even overflowed onto the front steps that you avoided by skirting around the building to the staff entrance. You were already annoyed with the case and you hadn't even swiped your access card to the offices - but it was disturbing the air that helped you to focus.

"Ah, Detective, thank you for coming in," Chief Conti greeted formally as he handed a large mug of coffee over and waved a hand to the man at his side. "This is Charles Leclerc."

You took a big gulp of the hot drink, burning your tongue without care, and willed the caffeine to work its magic quicker as you stifled a yawn. "I don't think he needs an introduction, boss, everyone knows who he is. But, I don't do babysitting, that's rookie work."

"He doesn't need protection."

You turned your attention to the Ferrari driver and noticed all the small details, from the way his shoulders hunched in on themselves to how his eyes darted around the room. Something had rattled his confidence and trust and you felt sorry for the man. "What can I do for you, Signore Leclerc?"

He cleared his throat and looked at his shoes with a hint of embarrassment colouring his cheeks. "My watch was stolen."

"Your watch?" you asked slowly as you glared at the Chief, all sympathy gone in an instant. "I was called in because of a stolen watch."

Your boss sent you a warning look and you sighed as you swiped the manila folder from his waiting hands before turning and sauntering off to your office. "Follow me."

You didn't look back to confirm he was following since the cheap linoleum floor made it impossible for anyone to walk quietly and you held your door open, closing it behind him as you pointed to the cushioned chair opposite your desk. You dropped down into the chair without spilling the coffee and moved enough papers around to find space for the cup to sit while you picked up a new report that had been deposited on your desk since you left last night.

"Are you going to take my statement?" Charles asked quietly, breaking the silence that had filled the last ten minutes.

The new information you were reading didn't serve to help your case as much as you wished it did and it was hard to keep the bitterness of that knowledge from leaking into your tone. "I have everything I need."