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Noah "Puck" Puckerman (fullcommando) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-10-23 00:28:00

Entry tags:

noah puckerman, seeley booth

WHO: Puck and Booth
WHAT: PUCK GOT ARRESTED. OH SNAP.
WHEN: Like two in the morning.
WHERE: The police station.
RATING: L FOR LULZ.
STATUS: Complete. Yes, it's a tiny thread.

Sometimes, when a person became incredibly drunk, they obtained a very special magical power. Some people preferred to title the power as stupidity; meanwhile others thought that the power was, in fact, invincibility. With enough alcohol in a person's system, the latter usually seemed like a far more preferable title. It certainly had in Puck's case, seeing as he had been entirely convinced that he was so invincible that even the law itself couldn't lay a finger on him. That was why his 'incredibly well thought out plan' had come off as so terribly appealing after rolling out of bed with Epiphany. The law couldn't touch him. Why not try and take something like that to a useful level? He had to work full time as a busboy, then go out into the streets and play his guitar so that he could collect whatever pocket change he could gather from those in passing to ensure that he had enough money to walk home with. Why struggle? Why spend hours exhausting himself just so that he could provide for his child when he was so damned invincible?

That was why Puck decided to steal the old station wagon parked down the block from the complex. It was also why he felt that driving said station wagon straight through the front window of a 7-Eleven, three rows of products, and directly into a Slurpee machine in a wild attempt to get his hands on the ATM machine had been an incredibly magnificent plan. Suffice to say, it hadn't been. That feeling of invincibility had indeed been titled incorrectly, as Puck truly was moronic rather than untouchable. The sirens sounded. The police came rushing in. Next thing Puck had known, he had cuffs slapped on his wrist and a backseat ride in a police cruiser straight on to the nearest police station.

The cops were processing him. Running reports, checking up on his info. For the time being, Puck was sitting on a bench in the front end of the station, hands cuffed together while a large, surly looking police officer lurked nearby to ensure that he didn't just up and run off. Puck really didn't think he could have run away. At this point, everything was kinda dizzy. And he sort of had to puke.

"What're you starin' at, Porky?" Puck mumbled, voice coming out more slowly than usual.

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hates_clowns
2010-10-23 06:47 am UTC (link)

Booth was finally back to work. So far his third shift had gone as expected. Homicide across town, gruesome as always. Endless phone calls and politics to deal with, zero leads, zero time. The case he was working was pressing. If too much time passed, the case would go cold and a killer would walk without prosecution. Seeley just couldn't have that. The victim was a young woman who had everything going for her in the future. Just out of college, 4.0 grade point average, and popular to boot. She'd been left to die like an animal in the street.

Seeley had drawn up his connections mentally to the case and started looking for the killer. First stop was the closest police station. Forensics should be able to pick up finger prints or DNA on the murder weapon which he carried in a plastic zipbock just like the academy taught him day one. He really didn't care which forensics team looked at his weapons anymore since he didn't have his squints, none of them were as precise or quick as they would ever be, but they could at least give him a general idea of a direction to go in. A more positive I.D. then gut feeling like he was riding on when he arrived in time only to hear a familiar, and insulting voice directed at a short and stocky police officer who looked almost bored with the drunken teenager placed infront of him. It wasn't like that cop hadn't heard all the insults in the book before, he was unfazed by the insult. Booth was not.The pair was a short distance away, but it didn't take rocket science to see who it was. He knew that face, that devil may care attitude and his eyes narrowed dangerously for a minute on Puck. At that point he didn't approach, or let himself be known in any way to them. He just went on about his business.

His hand that was holding the ziplock was still covered in a white glove as he worked on calling over one of the forensic officers to take the evidence from him. They were still a short distance away from the ridiculous little scene he couldn't believe was infront of his eyes. "What'd that kid do?" He spoke in a low voice as he handed off the evidence bag to a female officer who looked briefly amused and filled Booth in on the story. "Where's the America's Dumbest Criminals video crew when we need them most?" He commented at the end of her explanation and offered the slightest smirk. She took the bag and explained it would be a few hours before the tests they had to run would be complete. Standard procedure, yada yada yada.

Booth calmed himself down completely when the woman turned to leave and finally made his move toward Puck and the poor officer dealing with his processing. "I heard you were pretty heroic tonight, Puck." The short officer processing the teenager looked up in surprise to see a suited FBI agent behind him. His tone was seething with disbelief and anger. Still he managed to keep a calm expression.

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fullcommando
2010-10-23 01:23 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, shit," Puck started, weight shifting back so that he was leaning against the wall the bench was pressed to. His weight needed to be there. Without the wall behind him, he'd have probably fallen right over. "It's the police." Puck laughed, cuffed hands rising above his head in triumph. "FUCK THE POLICE!" A few voices rose in agreement, some following in chorus from the other criminals that were either being processed or dragged through the stations front doors. Feeling accomplished, Puck heavily dropped his hands back into his lap again, eyes moving to meet the unpleasant gaze of one Seeley Booth. The dude was a cop, right? No, he was better than that. He was a rank or two above the pigs running around here, which meant that if he was really down to protect his people (his people being the people that lived back at the complex), then he'd find some way to get Puck the hell outta here. It all made perfect sense, didn't it? Screw the fact that Puck had no idea how difficult it really was to get any person, let alone someone who had inflicted as much damage as Puck had, out of prison. Booth was gonna get him out. Puck was sure of it.

"What can I say? I'm a regular ol' Superman." Puck grinned at that. Yeah, right. Superman wouldn't have had the balls to do what he just did. Dude couldn't even fly, for fuck's sake. "Are you gonna get me out of here or what? Isn't that why you're here?" Maybe Booth had some kind of special way to track when people like him got busted. It was kind of weird that an FBI agent was hanging around a police station so, to him, it made sense that he was probably here to get him out of this mess. And, man, it was a mess, wasn't it? The side of Puck that used to pull stunts like this to get attention loved every single second of it. Back home, he'd have been the talk of the town for acting all crazy and it'd only add another peg or two to his badboy reputation. But here? Puck didn't want it to stick too badly. He had a baby to take care of back at the complex and he knew that Quinn was gonna be really pissed when she found out that Beth's father was currently sitting half-drunk in the middle of a police station with his hands cuffed together and heavy charges piling on his shoulders. The last thing he needed right now was for Quinn to bitch and moan at him. Maybe if he got his way, he'd be able to walk out of here without her having any idea that he had gotten arrested at all.

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hates_clowns
2010-10-23 06:48 pm UTC (link)

Booth wasn't a cop no, but he didn't approve of Puck's behavior. Attempted bad boy attitude or whatever it was, it wasn't how he should have been acting for someone who had just been arrested. Seeley was about to advise him to keep his mouth shut when suddenly he decided he really didn't care. Puck thought Booth was his get out of jail free card. He was not. He couldn't just go around robbing people and breaking laws because Booth had more authority then the local police and assume after that he would love to break him out of the pokey. "Obviously." Booth grinned, but it was something more malicious and less genuine then real amusement, though Puck was probably too smashed to even notice.

"Sorry, But no. I'm here working a case. I have a job to do, Puck." Any trace of humor had left his face when the cop who was doing handling his processing walked away. Booth sat down on the edge of his desk and looked directly at Booth. The look on his face was a mix of disappointment and betrayal. If looks could kill, Puck would be ten feet under. His gaze leveled on the boy coldly. "Enjoy your stay, kid." By doing what Puck had done, he'd not only gotten himself screwed but lost any respect Booth had for him. "Sleep tight." Seeley got up to leave when the processing officer rejoined them, and Booth whispered something to him about isolation. With a little wave to the drunk boy cuffed to the officers desk, he was on his way.

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