Lauren Jauregui Imagines

What No One Sees...

How could something so WRONG feel so RIGHT? Why was being with her in the sunset lit nights so completely DANGEROUS for my career and girlfriend of three years? Why did NOTHING about her make ANY sense, yet I always found myself crawling right back to her?

I keep asking myself why, yet I KNOW the God damned answer.

I was in love with Y/N Y/L/N, the VERY person I'd put behind bars nearly a year ago.

I'd only been a woman in blue for about a year and a half now. I graduated from the police academy in 2014, and ranked number THREE in my class. Not bad for a rookie huh? Anyways, my BIGGEST bust had been a local drug dealer named Y/N Y/L/N back in 2015 on a routine noise complaint from a woman in the Thelma Heights Building down on 34th and Vine here in Manhattan - the EXACT place I was now headed towards.

Once I'd arrived and found the source of the complaint - a twenty one year old young woman with more tattoos on her than MOST men and guns and drugs scattered EVERYWHERE in the luxurious apartment, I'd made my first arrest and my most NOTARIZED. Turns out the girl I'd arrested was under the watchful eye of the F.B.I and the C.I.A for YEARS before I'd even joined the force.

What drew me into her was the CHARMING smile she gave me once she noticed who I was and what I was at her front door for. She had those pearly white teeth and a Goddess like face that would charm the skirt off a devout Christian woman. It was also the pickup line she used on me. And I'm ashamed to say, I ALMOST gave in to the temptations.

“I've never seen a REAL LIFE Barbie cop before," the sedated golden eyed girl smiled a lazy smile and stood up, the muscles of her inked body clenching and tightening as she stretched her body out. “Before you arrest me, I wanna ask you something. Is this your FIRST arrest? Because if you knew WHO I was and WHAT I'm capable of, you would've called for EXTENSIVE backup. Ha, go ahead and cuff me babe, unless..."

My breath hitched as she walked towards me, the smell of marijuana and cigarette smoke filling my lungs. Normally, the smell of drugs and cigarettes on someone trying to hit on me REPULSED me beyond belief, but on THIS girl, it was like I was a COMPLETELY different person. And I LIKED it.

“YOU would prefer to be cuffed and bent over my bed with my dick DEEP inside you. Mhmm, I can smell your arousal FROM HERE babe. You WANT me don't you? Well, I'll tell you what, if you decide to change your mind when I get out of prison, which WILL happen, I'll be right back HERE, WAITING OH.SO.PATIENTLY."

I did the RIGHT thing that day. I arrested her on possession and gun charges, which she only ended up getting three months for since they couldn't pin any drug extortions or murders on her. Once I found out that she was being released, I wound up heading back to her apartment (plain clothes) and attempted to beg for mercy. She'd ALLEGEDLY made people who gave her problems in the past before DISAPPEAR into thin air without a trace. All my hopes were seemingly USELESS though. The golden eyed girl wasn't the LEAST bit angry with me. In fact, she propositioned me AGAIN, and that's how I found myself coming back to her every CHANCE I got within this past year or so.