Catch me if you can

Things get weird

"Hey dad. How've you been?" She asked, trying to keep her voice even.

"I was doing well up until my youngest tells me my successor is currently sitting in prison." He said bluntly. Lauren winced and leant against the wall next to the phone.

"I know. I'm sorry I didn't tell you but-"

"Laur, how the hell did this happen?"

"It was that cop, Cabello. She's had it out for me for months. She found some stupid loophole." Lauren grumbled. "But it's okay, I've got everything under control."

"Don't tell me you left your brother in charge." Mike groaned.

"Do you think I'm stupid? No. I'm running shit from the inside." Lauren scoffed.

"Was that a smart move?"

"It's the only one I had. It was try this or let it blow up and let Healy poach all my connections." Lauren sighed. "There was no warning; I didn't have time. D and Mani are keeping it running until things become more streamlined."

"Trust them?"

"With my life." Lauren replied instantly. "Look, I built my own reputation these last few months. No one messes with me. And I'm sure there's muttering of me running things from inside, which just reinforces that rep dad. You left me in charge for a reason dad."

"That I did." He murmured. "Try to lay low and just make it through your sentence. Don't give them any ammo to add more time."

"I will dad."

"I'm proud of you Laur."

"Thanks dad." Lauren whispered, smiling gratefully when he started rambling about his own troubles.

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One Week Later

Camila had officially seen more paperwork in the past seven days than her entire six months as an officer. Which in itself was impressive.

Impressively boring.

Ally had taken to saying "I told you so" everytime Camila so much as sighed.

They were the newbies to the world of Private Investigating; Blackbear had made it clear that they'd be known as Junior PI's until their licenses came through and for now would be working on an unofficial status until then.

Which was code for being glorified interns for the foreseeable future.

Honestly Camila was low-key thankful for the change in pace. After three weeks on the front lines against the protests, she was happy to be sat behind a desk, watching the protests march past the window every few days.

Her relative calmness changed one morning.

Her and Ally had stopped to get coffee for the four of them before coming into work, meaning they weren't around for Blackbear's 9am meeting. They'd only been PI's for a week and already their curiosity was getting the better of them.

"What they look like?" Ally asked Becky quietly as they dropped off the coffee.

"Young. I'd say a minor." Becky whispered.

"So not your average client?" Camila mused as she kicked her feet up on her desk. They'd moved in two small desks near Becky's once the contracts had been worked out.

"Minor's tend to come in to find their estranged parents. Usually orphans." Becky shrugged.

"They fit the bill?"

"With a Gucci belt and jacket so expensive it costs more than our rent? Fuck no." Becky snorted and sipped on her coffee. "That girl screamed money."

"Rich foster parents?" Camila suggested.

"Rich something that's for sure. She looked pretty damn worried though. Probably just wants us to tail a boyfriend or girlfriend for her." Becky tapped away at her computer with an uninterested smile.

Half an hour later and the office door creaked open. Blackbear waved over to Camila and motioned for her to come into the office. Camila frowned but followed him into the office anyway.

"I think you know our newest client." Blackbear muttered.

Camila's eyes widened at the young teenager sitting in front of the desk, a wary smile on her face.

"Uh yeah." Camila swallowed. She reached out her hand with a small smile. "Don't think we've formally met Taylor."

Taylor stared at the outstretched hand and shook it cautiously.

"Well you are the reason my dad and sister are in prison." She said bluntly and Camila winced.

"Yeah..."

Blackbear cleared his throat and nodded towards the chair next to Taylor vaguely aggressively. Camila sat down quickly and tried not to stare at Taylor.

"Ms. Jauregui wants our help."

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Camila traipsed after Taylor as she left the office. As Taylor spoke to Becky about payment details, Camila glanced over at Ally who was watching her with wide eyes and her jaw dropped.

It wasn't until Taylor left that Ally broke and all but jumped over her desk to grab Camila by the shoulders.

"Was that Taylor Jauregui?!" Camila nodded and let out a deep groan.

"And I've just been hired to bring down the Jauregui business."