Camila was in shock. She had been staring at her cork board for hours, ever since she'd got home from the office.

Taylor Jauregui wants her help in bringing down her own sister. Camila was legitimately confused.

She hadn't touched the board in a month. A month had already passed and Camila had added nothing. But she also hadn't removed anything.

She tried to convince herself it was because she hadn't had a new case because of the protests but it wasn't. A part of her didn't want to pack away the case that had consumed her for the past six months.

So here she stood, a bottle of rum in one hand and her phone in the other.

It'd be so easy to check up on her through her old Sergeant. Santiago wouldn't hesitate to get back to her. Pros of leaving your job on good terms with everyone.

What she didn't understand is why the fuck the junior Jauregui wanted her help?

Blackbear, who refused to go by Matt due to the bad reputation Matt Healy had put upon those called Matt, had quietly told Camila that Taylor had requested her specifically to handle the case.

Camila groaned and chugged some rum, wincing at the burn in her throat. Now she had to figure out how to take down the Jauregui crime family without the resources of the NYPD.

Fuck.

There was a knock at her door and she ambled over to it, yanking it open without thinking.

"Uh..." Camila blanked as she stared at Taylor Jauregui on her doorstep, a hood pulled up over her face.

"Let me in?" Camila stepped aside and let her into her apartment, staring at the empty hallway for an extra beat before closing her door.

"What're you doing here?"

"We didn't get to talk about the case." Taylor hummed, glancing around the apartment curiously.

"Could've booked a meeting with me at the office." Camila sighed, rubbing her temple and moving to her kitchen.

"That's a bit tricky since I am a high school student. I don't have much free time outside of studying these days." Taylor huffed.

"Fine. Let's talk." Camila said, putting her half drunk rum and coke in the fridge with a wistful look. She walked back into the living room and gestured to the sofa. "What do you need from me?"

"Laur's power trip has got out of hand." Taylor muttered. "I'm sure you heard that she's challenged Matt Healy."

"She's what?"

"She wants to expand into his territory. Like I said, the power's gone to her head. And you need to stop her." Taylor said with a tight smile.

"Why me? Why not go to the cops? I know some people at the 99 who would be happy to help." Camila replied and began pacing in front of the sofa as Taylor leaned back into the cushions.

"Cops have to follow set rules. And they've kind of got their hands full at the moment." Taylor shrugged. "Look, as much as I don't like you... you're kind of my only choice right now."

"I don't know... this seems... unorthodox." Camila said carefully.

"Lauren's gonna get herself killed Cabello." Taylor said sharply, standing up and narrowing her eyes. "And if she does, I'll be blaming you. And when I hit 18 I'll takeover the business from whichever Jauregui Senior is running it, and I will hunt you down and make you pay."

Camila gulped. Suddenly Lauren didn't seem so bad.

"Noted. So you want me to dismantle her operation before Matt can?" Camila squeaked.

"If he gets to Laur first, he'll kill her. If you do, she lives... even if she is in prison for a lot longer." Taylor rolled her shoulders and pulled the hood closer to her face. "Don't fuck this up Cabello."

And with that she left the apartment.

Camila stared at the now empty sofa before letting out a deep sigh.

"Where the fuck is my drink?"

----

When Beckett came to find Lauren in the break room, Lauren was expecting an update on Dinah and Normani. What she was not expecting was to be told a visitor had come to see her.

Lauren was already twitchy that her right hand women hadn't come to visit her yet, and now she had to deal with some random person who was most likely a reporter? Fuck that.

Yet as she was led down the corridors to the visitors room, Lauren couldn't help but wonder who was actually waiting for her.

So imagine her surprise when she's let into the room and is faced with Camila Cabello.

"Well this is a surprise." Lauren said, folding her arms across her chest.

"Orange suits you Jauregui." Camila replied, leaning back in her chair slightly.

"Everything suits me. Figured you would've stopped by by now Cabello. Ya know, since I'm sure your next life goal is to get me a bigger sentence." Lauren said, pulling out the chair across from her and sitting down with a sigh.

"Been busy." Camila clenched her jaw.

"Oh yeah? Surprising, figured cops just sit around with their thumb up their asses these days." Lauren shot back with an eyebrow raise.

"Surely you've seen the news? Protests across the world? Black lives matter?" Camila said with a frown. Lauren nodded and glanced at the file sitting on the table between them.

"What's all this about then?" Lauren asked with a stretch, her arms going up over her head as Camila opened her file.

"I want to know everything about your organisation. Who's on your payroll, who runs what, and who is looking to take over." Camila said, her face completely serious and blank.

Lauren burst into laughter.

"Are you kidding? Like I'm just gonna tell the law how to bring down my family business. Really had me going for a second there Cabello." Lauren snickered, wiping at the stray tear from her eye. She looked at Camila who hadn't moved an inch. "Wait you're serious?"

"Deadly."

"You have to realise I'm not going to do that right? Nothing short of a miracle is going to get me to tell you anything." Lauren said with a smirk. Camila pursed her lips and looked down at her file, flipping through it briefly.

"I already know enough to get some low level dealers and gunrunners off the streets. I'm sure it wouldn't be hard to flip them." Camila mused.

"Where's your uniform?" Lauren asked, ignoring Camila. "I really loved that tie."

"Not a cop anymore." Camila replied, not looking up from her file

"What?" Lauren sat up straight and blinked at Camila.

"I quit. I'm a PI now." Camila glanced up and shot her a smile. "So I'm going to come back every day, since I still have a few friends in the force, and I'm going to ask you the same shit."

"Can you wear a tie anyway?" Lauren mused, once again ignoring Camila's remarks.

"Perv."

"I'm really not going to tell you anything. Loyalty is key amongst the Jauregui's." Lauren said quietly.

"Then you better get used to seeing my face." Camila said, closing the file with a grin.

"17 months left Cabello, really gonna visit me every single day? Nearly 520 days of this? Maybe I've underestimated you." Lauren chuckled and tapped her fingers on the table.

"Clearly. Not to mention all the investigating I can be doing while you're stuck in here doing nothing but avoiding the showers." Camila shot back.

"Who you working for now? Maybe I know them."

"Doubt it." Camila hummed.

"Actually don't tell me. I'll figure it out myself, it'll give me something to do." Lauren waved her off before leaning on the table. "So how long you gonna stay? I've already told you no."

"You're right, maybe I should-" A knock at the door made Camila stop and look over her shoulder. Lauren leaned back in her chair as a guard made his way in and whispered something to Camila. "Looks like I have to go anyway. You've got more visitors."

Lauren frowned as Camila stood up and gathered up her file.

"Just my luck. A pretty girl comes to visit and has to leave early." Lauren sighed. Camila rolled her eyes.

"See you tomorrow Jauregui." She muttered before making her way out of the room.

Lauren kicked her feet up on the table and leaned back in her chair.

-----

She'd barely been alone for a minute before Dinah and Normani barrelled their way into the room.

"Sup boss." Dinah said with a grin.

"Took you two long enough. I've been here a month." Lauren grumbled, her lips twitching to contain a smile.

"The world's going to shit out there Laur, lord knows I've been almost arrested every day for supposedly being a protestor." Normani huffed, crossing her arms with a scowl.

"Shit, Mani... maybe we need some extra help." Lauren said, moving her feet off the table and leaning forward.

"I can handle myself Laur."

"You're not the only black person in my organisation Mani. I can't have them being busted on even more bullshit charges than usual." Lauren pointed out quietly. "People can only be arrested so many times before that snitch deal starts to look good."

"Ralph, relax, no one's gonna flip." Dinah said firmly. "Our reputation precedes."

"And I don't want that reputation becoming the Jauregui's don't care about the minorities." Lauren said, her fingers tapping out a rhythm on the table quietly.

"They wouldn't-"

"Wouldn't they? This is the world of cancelling people D, I can't have my mum's business suffering because of this either. The name Jauregui is both illegal and legal, we've got to keep everything in order." Lauren groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Saw that cop Cabello leaving as we came in, what she want?"

"She's not a cop anymore. Someone's hired her to take me down." Lauren muttered. Dinah and Normani exchanged a glance.

"Want us to find out who?"

"For now, no. We've got bigger things to worry about than some second-rate PI butting into our business." Lauren sighed. "We need to keep our people safe. I'm thinking private security."

"Who though?" Normani asked, already making a mental list.

"Can't be run by some white guy. In fact, I think I already know someone. Valentina Carvajal; based out of the city, half mexican, half Argentinian, total badass. She'll know how to handle the situation." Lauren said with a grin. "Trust me."

"We always do boss." Dinah said with a nod.