•Rosa Diaz x Reader• (ONESHOTS)

an old acquaintance

rosa: dinner tonight?? x

you: sure, I'd love nothing more :) xx

rosa: dope x

You shut your phone off and grinned, eyes flickering across the room to your girlfriend, Detective Rosa Diaz, who was sat across from you, doing very much the same. You made eye contact as you giggled, and she smirked, amused, at your reaction.

After arriving at the 99th precinct some nine months ago, you'd settled in to the hectic atmosphere and made yourself at home with the people in it. One in particular caught your eye, Rosa Diaz. You were openly gay and no effort to hide it, and after some months of shutting you out, you managed to get through to her, and found out you both got on surprisingly well.

It took Rosa two months after that to ask you out, and even then, it was fairly awkward for her ("do you wanna like, make this official or something?"). But you loved her despite that, and you swooned internally as she sent you a wink from across the room.

Still giggling, you turned your attention back to your computer screen, returning to typing the file report for the Gomez drug bust two days ago. Once you got onto typing something you couldn't stop until it was finished, and you got so absorbed in finishing the report, you didn't hear Terry shouting your name from behind you until he tapped you on the back.

"(Y/N)! I've been shouting your name for like, five minutes! Where the hell were you, man?!" He exclaimed, as you looked at him sheepishly.
"Sorry Sarge, you know how I get too wrapped up in my cases.." you replied, checking your watch, it'd almost been half an hour, and Rosa was nowhere to be seen anymore as you looked around the precinct.

"Yeah well, Rosa wants you in the interrogation room. The perp asked for you by name apparently, she won't speak to Diaz or anyone apart from you.." He said, before walking back to his desk.
By name? Who did you know that could have possibly been brought into the precinct for questioning? More so, who did you know that was that uncooperative that wasn't willing to speak to anybody they didn't know? Apart from Rosa herself of course.

You knitted your eyebrows together, before saving the report and heading down to the interrogation room. Peering through the small window in the door first, you attempted to see who was inside. However, your view was blocked by a mass of black hair-Rosa.

You knocked on the door tentatively, before entering and smiling at your girlfriend, who didn't look too pleased at all. She was leant against the wall, staring at what looked to be a woman sat behind the desk, a smug look on her face.

Shit.

You knew that smug look anywhere, and your stature tensed as you shut the door, hardening your expression while you came to face the woman in front of you.
"What are you doing here?" You spat, staring her directly in her eye.
"You don't sound like you've missed me too much.." she replied, raising a delicate eyebrow and fixing her mouth into a smirk. Your blood boiled.

"(Y/N)? Who is this woman and why will she only speak to you?" Rosa asked from the side, still glaring at the perp sat in the plastic chair.
"This.." you said, lacing your words with as much venom as you could muster, which wasn't much in all honesty. "Is Alex Vaughn..we..we dated for a while last year, probably before that actually..".

You felt the atmosphere in the room shift instantly, from angry to just tense.
You heard Rosa take a sharp intake of breath from the side of you.
"This is why you asked for (Y/N)? You son of a bitch..wouldn't surprise me if you stole those phones just to see her in here.." You heard her whisper dangerously, standing next you with her arms folded.

"Whoa, easy tiger.." Alex chuckled, as you felt Rosa tense again.
"Hey, calm down babe, it's fine.." you reassured, giving your girlfriends arm a reassuring squeeze.
Alex snorted, causing you both to look round.
"'Babe'?? Don't tell me you two are together? C'mon (Y/N), you seriously went from me to this? I bet you're dying to come back already.." she purred, winking at you. Your eyebrows furrowed, as you inhaled deeply. This bitch would not get the better of you.