Camila was just pulling on her shoes, her tie loosely hanging around her neck when her phone rang. She answered, putting it between her ear and her shoulder.

"Hello?"

"I'm outside." The phone went silent. Camila shook her head.

She was convinced she was the only person who knew where Detective Diaz lived, let alone got a ride to work with her once a week.

Diaz had been her mentor during the academy days, and while she was a little scary, she was a great cop. The fact Camila had moved in across the hall from her had been a complete coincidence and Camila was 90% sure she was planning to move the second Camila spotted her.

Somehow she'd convinced her not to uproot her life across town and weaseled out some carpooling in the same breath.

Camila thinks it was her bi-squad speech that really sold it.

That and now they could both rock up to the LGBTQ+ meetings without feeling so alone.

Camila grabbed her keys and her bag before heading down to the street.

"Ready?" Diaz asked. Camila nodded and grabbed the helmet offered to her.

She'd never get tired of wrapping her arms around Diaz's waist and enjoying the rushing of the wind around her helmet, all the while trying to ignore the stop/start of New York traffic.

And perhaps ignoring her slight crush on the Detective.

But from what she's figured out... everyone has had a crush on Diaz (or Peralta) at some point during their time at the 99.

----

"Hey Sarge?" Camila weaved her way through the busy first floor and caught up with her Sergeant as she waited for the elevator.

"Yeah Cabello?"

"So I was reading up on Mike Jauregui yesterday, and I couldn't help but notice there isn't much mention of his daughter?" Camila said.

"Taylor? She swore out of the family business when she hit 16." Santiago replied.

"No, his other daughter. Lauren." Camila clarified as they stepped into the elevator.

"Oh she's a wiley one." Santiago laughed, her hands clutching her belt as the elevator moved upwards. "No one, and I mean no one, has ever made anything stick with her."

"Really? But I thought she did b&e's like all the damn time?" Camila said with a frown.

"Yeah and she's either got her buddies in the car outside or the family lawyer comes in angling for a deal that gets the charges dropped." Santiago shrugged, the elevator doors sliding open and the pair stepping out.

"That must be one hell of a deal." Camila mused with an arched eyebrow. Santiago smiled warmly at Peralta, a pen dangling from his lips as he frowned at his computer.

"They keep promising to have her help capture her father." Santiago folded her arms and looked at Camila calmly. "Why the interest in Jauregui anyway?"

Camila flushed and clenched her jaw, eyes darting around the bullpen as Santiago waited.

"She... taunted me. I don't appreciate being treated like an idiot." Camila said slowly. Santiago regarded her carefully before wandering over to Peralta's desk.

"Hey." Peralta mumbled, leaning back on his chair and tossing the pen on his desk. "What can I do you for?"

"This is Officer Cabello. She wants to know more about Lauren Jauregui."

"God she scratched up my car you know? Right after I'd got it too!" Peralta grumbled, tapping his hand on his desk. "What she do to you?"

"Spilled my coffee and managed to escape." Camila replied, suddenly feeling less petty about her reasons for disliking the woman.

"You were gonna arrest her for spilling your coffee? You and Rosa would get along great." Peralta chuckled.

"She robbed a jewellery store later on." Camila clarified with a small smile. Peralta pursed his lips with a nod and he seemed to get lost in thought for a moment. Camila almost started making excuses to leave when Peralta spoke up.

"Tell you what rookie, if you manage to get her, bring her to me and we'll make something stick." Peralta said with a grin. "Aggravated assault on frappuccinos being number one on the list."

----

Camila wandered back down to the main entrance and met Ally outside for their shift.

"You... look tired." Ally said as they started walking.

"Got home late." Camila sighed. She filled Ally in on her intensive filing and her conversation with the detectives upstairs and was pleasantly surprised when Ally agreed wholeheartedly to try and catch the elusive Lauren Jauregui.

"We're partners Cabello, I've got your back."

----

"What were you thinking?"

"That I didn't get caught so no biggie?" Lauren drawled, hands clasped behind her back, spine ramrod straight.

Her father was an intimidating man, being a New York crime boss will do that to a person's personality. But Lauren had long since become accustomed to standing on the other side of the desk, usually being reprimanded, while her father sat in his rather oversized leather chair.

"Lauren, you know you're next in line." Her father began, rubbing at his temples. "You can't afford to get a record when you're so close."

Lauren shifted her weight and gulped. She'd refused to believe the rumours that her dad was retiring, he was immortal in her eyes; even the grey streaks through his hair seemed to gleam, daring anyone to comment on them.

The fact her future was quickly shaping up to become her present a lot sooner than she'd anticipated.

"I'm not ready." Lauren muttered, eyes staring at the worn oak desk between them. Her father sighed, leaning back in his chair with a wistful smile on his face.

"You will be. When the time comes." He stood up and made his way to stand in front of Lauren. "You'll be the Jauregui that goes down in the history books, not your old man."

Lauren leaned into his embrace and couldn't help but wonder if she was going to screw this up as badly as her gut told her she would.

----

Camila and Ally were on their lunch break, sitting in a Starbucks, hats on the table between them as they laughed and ate.

"You should've seen his face when he realised who you were!" Ally grinned. Camila shrugged and sipped on her coffee.

"Well he shouldn't throw around insults like it's the 1920s." Camila smirked. Ally opened her mouth before her eyes went wide and she choked on her breath.

"You'll never guess who's just walked in." She croaked. Camila frowned and turned in her chair, eyebrows rising when her eyes landed on Lauren Jauregui. She grabbed her hat as Lauren sat down across the room, her two friends laughing and joking with her.

She strolled over, puffing her chest up as much as she dared, hat brim sitting low over her eyes.

"You've got a lot of balls to show up here." Camila said when she reached the table, drawing Lauren's eyes up to hers.

"A Starbucks?"

"The Precinct Starbucks Jauregui." Camila said, narrowing her eyes briefly.

"I see how it is then." Lauren said with a bright smile. "Shame, I had hoped to replace your coffee the next time we ran into each other."

Camila set her jaw and tilted her head, trying to determine if the gleam in Lauren's eyes was teasing or not.

"You have to be joking." Camila deadpanned.

"Of course not. You're hot, I'm not blind. Just 'cause you're a copper doesn't mean a girl can't appreciate something good." Lauren said, dragging her eyes down Camila's form and back up to her eyes.

"I suggest you take it easy on the b&e's around here. Now that I'm on patrol I mean." Camila said, ignoring Lauren's leering and glancing at her friends, immediately clocking the holsters hidden under jackets, barely visible to the untrained eye.

"We'll be extra careful next time, thanks for the warning." Lauren replied quickly, standing up in Camila's space. "Now unless you're gonna run us our orders, best you move along." Camila noted the slight hard undertone and narrowed her eyes before ambling back over to Ally, who'd watched the whole exchange with wide eyes.

"Well that was tense." Ally said chipperly. Camila grumbled, no longer hungry and glared at her half empty coffee instead.

"She's just so... ugh. And it's my first fucking month." Camila growled.

"From what I've heard, she's as frustrating as they come." Ally hummed, sipping her tea with an amused smile.

"God she's going down so hard." Camila grumbled. Ally snorted but wisely didn't comment.

----

It was a few days later when Camila ran into Lauren again, it was halfway through her shift, the evening sun setting over the buildings.

"Do you ever wonder what would happen if like... the sun just stopped?" Ally said. Camila laughed and looked at her partner in confusion.

"What in the sweet heck does that even mean?" Camila asked, her eyes drifting down the street at the sound of glass smashing. "Oh you've got to be fucking with me." She muttered under her breath.

Lauren and her friend, the tall one with insane hair, were running full pelt down the middle of the road. There was a bag bouncing against her back and a smug grin plastered on her face. The top half of her face was covered in a classic masquerade mask but Camila recognised the pair of them instantly.

Her and Ally snapped into action when they heard the squeal of tires in the distance, the getaway driver was approaching.

"I've got giraffe legs." Ally said as they started running towards the two criminals.

"I've got Jauregui." Camila nodded as the criminals in question suddenly noticed the two officer's bearing down on them.

Even from a distance Camila could see Lauren's mutter of "Oh fuck."

The pair split up, the tall one heading down an alleyway, pulling her phone out as she ran. Ally took off after her, vaulting over a car hood with ease. Camila blinked in surprise before shaking her head, noticing Lauren had turned on her heel and started running back up the road.

Camila could feel the burn in her legs, the steady pulse of her boots against the tarmac, they were comfortable but not exactly running trainers.

Camila also couldn't believe her luck when Lauren tripped and stumbled, sprawling out on the hood of an old Pontiac Firebird. Camila almost laughed in glee as she finally caught up to her just as Lauren was pushing herself off.

There was a heavy thud as Camila crashed into her, sending her face planting back onto the cooling metal.

"Ow." Lauren mumbled, her cheek squished. Camila huffed out a breath and pulled out her handcuffs, securing Lauren's hands behind her.

Lauren turned around and leaned on the front of the car, watching Camila in amusement.

Camila pulled the bag off Lauren's shoulders and glared at her, daring Lauren to make a break for it while she unzipped it.

Inside was an assortment of phones, laptops and a large wad of cash. Camila raised an eyebrow and looked at Lauren expectantly.

"Was on my way to the bank."

"Likely story. You're under arrest for robbery." Camila said, dropping the bag to the floor and searching Lauren. She came up with a loaded pistol. "Make that armed robbery."

----

Camila tried not to feel excited as she brought Lauren into the precinct elevator.

"God you're so smug about this aren't you?" Lauren groaned, leaning against the back wall. Camila looked at her, arm still curled around Lauren's bicep.

"Kind of, yeah."

"I'll be out of here before you even get off shift sweetie." Lauren said with a patronizing smile. Camila rolled her eyes as the elevator dinged.

"Uh huh, you wish." Camila grumbled, dragging Lauren out of the elevator and over to Peralta's desk. "For you Detective."

Peralta looked up at her with wide eyes.

"Wow. You actually got her."

"Armed robbery." Camila said bluntly, dropping her own statement and Lauren's evidence on the corner of his desk. Lauren huffed and sat down in the chair next to the desk, waiting for her wrist to be cuffed to the table.

"I'll see you later babe." Lauren said with a wink before Camila left.

"Uh huh, you wish." Camila smiled sweetly and turned on her heel.

----

Camila was on an adrenaline high, she'd caught her criminal AND bought a car. The old classic Pontiac Firebird had been for sale and she couldn't resist. She'd gone back after dropping Lauren off to be booked, the owner was pleasantly surprised.

Ally said if she kept it up she'd be Peralta 2.0 at the 99.

Camila didn't think that was too bad of a reputation to shoot for... minus the crushing debt.

Their shift had ended, they'd signed out for the day and had grabbed their bags. Camila was holding her jacket, tie undone around her neck and her top buttons open.

"That was one hell of a day." She sighed as they walked out the front doors.

"Couldn't agree more."

Camila almost got whiplash with how fast she spun around, coming face to face with Lauren Jauregui. Her hands were dug deep into her jean pockets, her jacket unbuttoned and the smuggest grin plastered over her face.

"How in the-"

"Told you I'd see you later."

"God you are-" Camila growled, Ally's hand on her shoulder stopping her from advancing on the smug criminal.

"Officer Cabello, this is my lawyer; Lucy Vives." Lauren said, turning to the gorgeous, model-esque woman at her side. The woman smiled at her before checking her watch and groaning.

"You know I had a date tonight." Lucy said with a huff. Lauren grinned, shooting Camila a wink before steering Lucy down the street.

"I can make it up to you."

Camila was fuming.

"How in the fuck. Did she get off this time?" Camila scowled, moving to go back inside when Ally's hand curled around her wrist.

"Maybe let's not piss off the Detectives?" Ally reasoned softly, tugging Camila towards her car. "Why don't we go get your new car?"

----

Part of Camila was surprised that she didn't total her car a whole five minutes after getting in the driver's seat.

She was so angry that Lauren had managed to dodge charges again.

How the hell were some criminals so damn lucky?

Because her daddy was stupid rich and powerful, that's why Camila thought to herself, ignoring the way it sounded awfully like Rosa Diaz.

(who had complimented her car when she'd got back from the precinct, making her day slightly better.)

That night, Camila made a vow, she was going to catch Lauren Jauregui and make sure she served her time.

Even if it meant taking down her father first.