Third person pov

Harper had gotten fourteen people to confess to their crimes in the last two hours alone, and they weren't even paying her.

The first idiot had stabbed a guy. The second was a woman, and though she wasn't guilty of breaking into her neighbors house, apparently she had been in charge of organizing the thing. Another dude was so cocky coming in, smiling confidently as he thought about exactly what he'd done. They'd brought him in for having drugs on him. Harper had looked him dead in the eye and asked where the other ten pounds of cocaine he was slowly hashing out was, and he'd frozen. Sansa had lost it behind the glass, and had shown pretty much everyone in the office the replays of the guy's smile dropping like a stone in a lake.

It was her second day as an intern, and it was pretty obvious the Chief of Police was trying to make the absolute most of her presence. Her quirk was more than ideal in this field, and they'd gotten her authorized to use it. People were already thinking about what they did and didn't do when they entered the interrogation room. They were stressed and anxious, maybe guilty, mulling over what evidence they'd left behind, who'd seen them do whatever they'd done, etc. Some truly hadn't done anything. Harper felt a dull throb of dying hope in those individuals as they put their faith in the system.

She'd quickly grown on the other officers as well. Harper was just this little teenager that was dressed up exactly like their best detective, plus she had cat ears. She was tired, snappish, and had some pretty fire comebacks. They were all eating it up. Nothing much exciting seemed to happen around the precinct in general, so she was somehow the life of the party despite being the most pessimistic and tired one there. Excusing the crazy shits who pulled all-nighters just to finish paperwork. They were coffee-guzzling maniacs with no sense of self-preservation whatsoever. No regard for their own health. It was mildly terrifying.

"Normally an intern wouldn't be allowed on a crime scene, but I've seen you laugh at the Walking Dead. I think you can stomach it." Tsukauchi said, lifting up the caution tape for her to duck under. Sansa followed after, his nose twitching and eyes already darting around to survey the area. Harper observed the several emergency vehicles closing off the area from other cars, as well as the small crowd of people curiously lingering off to the right. Another officer was standing guard to answer questions and ensure nobody slipped in. "It was a shooting. Nobody died, but there is some blood. The two victim are currently unconscious, but stable. We suspect they were mugged. No clues as to who the shooter could be." 

"Noted." Harper murmured, eyes sweeping back over to the crowd. There was something... odd coming from that general direction. At first she thought it was the officer, but it became clear after a moment of focusing that it wasn't. Harper felt a few pricks stab at her head. They were the kind that occurred anytime she dug too deep into anyone's thoughts and feelings, and she knew she'd have a headache later. Oh well. That wasn't particularly new.

Running around like headless chickens with Tsukauchi and Sansa was definitely entertaining at the very least. She was learning more than she thought she would, even between their cheesy quips and other sorry attempts at humor. The change was nice, and interesting even. She wasn't sure if she wanted to be a police officer or detective, but both were definitely viable options. Harper still kept in mind the idea of being a hero. She was tired, vaguely useless in a sense, but sometimes she couldn't help but be nosy and help people. Annoying of her? Definitely. Invasive? Without a doubt. Maybe getting a license that gave her the legal right to meddle wasn't such a bad idea.

"Looks like it was pretty brutal. We've got to work fast. It'll rain soon, and a lot of the evidence will be washed away. My fur is already starting to frizz, and I'm really not feeling the 'puff ball' look today." Sansa's thoughts were idle as he carefully padded about. Harper stayed near Tsukauchi. Rather than staring at the crowd, she kept her eyes busy as she mentally poked at the group of onlookers. Most were worried, their concern threading together with a sort of morbid curiosity. A few were praying for the victims, and others were thinking about family in the area in accordance to the shooter on the loose.

In that group, however, was someone who didn't quite fit. They held an air of anticipation around them that nobody else did. They were jittery and nervous. There wasn't regret or guilt, but there was something that could show involvement. She only half listened as Tsukauchi gestured to the various officers taking evidence. One was taking photos of a wet shoe print along with measurements, while others were taking snapshots of the blood that was quickly beginning to soak into the pavement. Harper's lips pursed. Alright. Fuck her sideways and call her Sally, because this was truly about to happen.

Harper was tired. After what had gone down with Sero, she'd been whisked around the precinct and introduced to literally everyone on the premise: from the secretary to the chief of the entire department. He did indeed have a dog head and paws to match, and that gave Harper major shivers. A part of her wanted to warn him against going literally anywhere near Endeavor, but she knew that would only throw the canine off. She settled for a gruff handshake and pitying look that Tsukauchi and Sansa both raised their brows at.

"We've got a witness over this way, but they didn't see anything. Just heard the shots and came out to see the couple lying on the street." Tsukauchi listed off the information absentmindedly. Harper wondered if they'd be getting food after this. She casually probed the suspicious man in the crowd, soaking up his thoughts like a sponge. Sushi sounded good today, but a new Korean place had opened up right near the station was well. Though it was pretty early, so maybe they could even find a good donut place that was still open... "She seems distracted. It wouldn't surprise me if she already had something."

Harper impassively listened in a bit more to the thoughts of the man in the crowd, nodding to herself. Cool. So this was either going to turn into a straight up fight, or it would go quick and easy, and they'd be able to go get some real breakfast. The toast Sansa had tossed at her this morning? Sub-par at best. She could make better toast, and she didn't even know how to make toast in the first place. It was really lacking, and she made sure to tell Sansa that. The response he gave was a jumble of thoughts about him being a liquor guy, not a breakfast one. She'd quietly recommended a few places that had support groups for alcoholics, earning herself a swat on the head. Worth it.

"My quirk is cleared for use, right? What does that entail?" Harper inquired, eyes sliding over to the man she was currently dressed as. She was still going to kill Aizawa, but she'd dwell more on that later. The shooter they were looking for hadn't run off like they'd originally assumed. He was lingering near the back of the crowd, waiting anxiously to see what would happen. There weren't any cameras in the area, so he wasn't too worried about being caught. He seemed really hung up about his gun. He'd dropped it, and he pretty clearly wasn't all that sure if they were going to find it or not. 

"It has pretty much the same clearance as mine does. I can use my lie detecting on the field and in interrogations. If I was out and about and found out a civilian was lying about something on a whim, I'd have the right to arrest them based solely my quirk and nothing else." Tsukauchi said, trying to follow her gaze. "Does she have something, or is she just curious and wanting to know? This is so exciting! She's like a tiny me. A little detective. I'll have to ask Sansa to take more pictures of us. Some of the guys back at the office have already started a scrapbook.

"Right, cool." Not cool. Harper sort of wanted to avoid this, but whatever. She preferred interrogations over actually interacting with other people out in the open. All she had to do was sit in a chair and egg someone on until they either started crying or talking-- maybe both depending on the person. The brunette had absolutely no idea how she'd gotten to this point in her life. This wasn't as hard as dealing with the people at UA was, but it was a near thing. If she'd told herself a year ago this was how things would be, she'd have laughed. "The shooter's in the crowd."

"He's what?!" Tsukauchi yelped. Harper gave him a deadpan look that shut him up right quick. Luckily, his small, panicked outburst hadn't appeared to have drawn any attention."The criminal is still here?!"

"Calm the hell down; he isn't armed." Harper sighed, turning her gaze to the sky. It was getting cloudier. She was fine with that, being someone who favored rainy weather. It made a lot of people sleepy and droopier, and the sleepier someone was, the slower and quieter their thoughts tended to be in most cases. "He's hanging around because he dropped his gun. He thinks it slid under the dumpster at the mouth of that alley over there, but he isn't sure. The serial number on it will give you is identity, so he's pretty worked up over it. He's hoping you'll look it over."

Tsukauchi stared. This kid. She wasn't actually his, but sometimes it really and truly felt like it. He definitely wished she were. All she did was sulk around and just... do stuff. Whatever needed to be done, she got it done. She didn't slack off when work came, though she also didn't seem to enjoy it. At first Tsukauchi had thought that meant she didn't want to be doing the work, but quickly realized just how false that was. Harper was an exasperated person. No matter how much she said she didn't want to do something, she'd do it anyway. Go out of her way and get her hands dirty, even. Anytime she complained about doing something being a waste of time, especially when said something could potentially help another person, his quirk would without fail ping it as a lie. She valued aiding others.

"Well... I guess I should arrest him, then." Tsukauchi slid cuffs out from where they hung at his waist, glancing down at the girl. She was observing the crime scene with keen eyes, clearly trying to peace together the whole story. "I wonder how often she runs into criminals..."

"I pass at least four drug dealers a day on the street, and I've run into actual serial killers before. Considering how much I get out, that should say something." Harper shrugged. She missed her parents, but when she looked back at her old life, she couldn't imagine going back to being a bystander. At least this shooter asshole was going to go behind bars. She'd take a headache for that any day. She had no idea who'd been shot, but they probably didn't deserve that shit. They could have been having a nice date-- a totally great day-- and some douchebag thought it was okay to fuck it up because he wanted their wallets. "And yes, I've tried going to police before. I got pretty much ignored, so I stopped trying after a while unless it was serious. You'd be surprised how many criminals just walk around."

Tsukauchi stared at her. Maybe they should authorize her to make arrests as well.

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Kirishima:

No way. He was just in the crowd?
Harper:
Yeah. Moron thought it was a good idea to stick around after shooting two people. He dropped his gun and it somehow ended up under a dumpster, and he just assumed the police wouldn't find it.

Kirishima:
That's insane! Fourth Kind has been having TetsuTetsu and I mostly make tea and learn about how hero offices work. It's kind of boring, but I'm definitely learning a lot.

The redhead grinned to himself. It was rare he had a moment to himself, but the hour they'd been given for lunch left him with more than enough time to scarf down his meal and text Harper. She'd kept her word and messaged him, effectively making his heart soar. He was talking to his crush! Harper Rye! It was so surreal he was still having trouble believing it. He probably wouldn't have, had she not complained about being tired twice in the past five minutes. That was fine with him. It was just a part of her womanly charm, and he was all here for it.

Talking to her for a screen was helping him figure out just how to reign himself in. He knew he was weird, and would probably end up scaring her off if his odd behavior continued face-to-face. This way, she couldn't see him try to tuck away his flustered expressions. He was slowly getting better and better and smiling like a normal person rather than a teenager hopelessly in love. Harper was just that amazing. He'd known the moment he saw her that she had to be the one. 

It was sort of funny. His Mom had always claimed that his Ma was the prettiest girl in the world. Growing up, Kirishima hadn't really understood just what that meant. His Ma was pretty, but he knew for a fact she couldn't be the prettiest. He could look at her and see that. Even with her overwhelming beauty, there was no way she was the most beautiful person out there. 

And then, just like that, he met the prettiest girl in the world. Now it all made sense. So much sense it hurt.

Harper:
Sounds strict. Your agency isn't far from the precinct, so let me know if you ever need donuts or something. Sansa and my dad owe me.

That's right; she was interning with her dad! Sansa was probably his partner or something along those lines. That wasn't really what Kirishima was focused on. While he was getting better at not freaking out over every word Harper sent him, he still couldn't stop himself from beaming down at his phone. Donuts sounded heavenly right now in comparison to the sad bento sitting before him that had been presented by one of the sidekicks here. It was pretty much all bland proteins and vitamins in their rawest forms.

Kirishima:
I couldn't ask that. What do they owe you for, anyway?

Harper:
Everyone likes me at the office now.

Kirishima:
Isn't that a good thing?

Harper:
You didn't really just ask me that, did you?

Kirishima bit his lip, trying not to smile too widely. That was fair. Harper was really anti-social, which made her appear unapproachable most of the time. But she was actually super nice! He saw the way she was always trying to encourage Iida, and how she chatted at Todoroki. He said 'at' due to the fact that the aloof teenager rarely said anything back, but Kirishima was sure he appreciated the effort! She'd also totally given Baku-bro some advice subtly a few times, and was always listening to Midoriya's rambling when nobody else would. She even nodded along and contributed to the conversation, albeit in a bland tone. It was totally admirable! 

Kirishima:
I suppose you do have a reputation to uphold! Where are you off to now? I'm about to go off to do more community service. Something about cleaning up a nearby park?

Harper:
Well that blows, but I guess someone's got to do it. We're in a candle store.

Kirishima's brows furrowed slightly.

Kirishima:
Wait, why?

Harper: 
We're here to make a sacrifice.

Harper:
My dad's giving up his hard earned money and taking one for the team. The office smells too much like stale coffee and sweat. I'm convinced nobody there has showered for at least four days. The Chief is a dog and it's been raining a lot lately, so I'm sure you can imagine how that smells. Sansa also has something against air freshener, so here we are.

Kirishima snorted, giddily humming to himself as he propped his head up on his hand. Call him love-struck, but everything Harper said and did was absolutely amazing. There was just something about her, you know? Not many people saw it, but he totally did. No matter how grumpy she acted sometimes, she definitely cared. Sort of like how Bakugo was always pissed off, but secretly wasn't all that bad of a guy!

He hadn't told anyone about his feelings yet. He was a bit worried about telling his mothers, and too afraid it would get back to Harper and scare her off if he tried to confide in any of his friends. It's not that he didn't trust them! He just... yeah, no, he didn't trust them. At all. They'd spill, and tease him, and he didn't have the heart for that. He'd overheat for sure if they tried to say literally anything relating to him and Harper. He could barely think about the girl without getting pink cheeks! It was totally unmanly of him.

Kirishima: 
Sounds exciting. I wish I could be there!

Harper:
You and me both. Then someone could sigh at their shitty dad jokes with me.

Kirishima flushed, grinning madly, his bento forgotten. Tetsutetsu glanced up from his phone questionably from a bit further down the table when Kirishima let out a happy sigh, leaning back in his seat and squeezing his eyes shut. He knew he probably looked entirely weird at the moment, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. He knew Harper wasn't being serious, but he also knew he'd be re-reading that text over and over again later tonight nonetheless. Even if it was a joke, the idea of her wanting him there... well, it was enough to make his heart nearly burst.

"Both of you hurry up! We've got work to do." One of Fourth Kind's stricter sidekicks barked at them with the stiffness of a drill sergeant. Kirishima and his fellow intern straightened without really meaning to. It was quickly becoming a reflex.

"Yes, sir!" 

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"I like this one. It smells like a Fireball." Sansa noted as Harper prepared to attend her first suspect line-up. She was sort of looking forward it, but also not. It sure beat the other officers cooing over her and Tsukauchi while asking for selfies so they could brag to all the other offices that they got a UA intern. To them, she was a baby in every sense of the word. Babies got their cheeks squished and their tiny heads patted. That's what she was going through.

"Wow, okay. Us non-alcoholics call that cinnamon." Harper said, taking it from him. He swatted at her, but she effortlessly dodged his batting paw. Tsukauchi just rolled his eyes at them. Harper almost rolled hers back. Sansa didn't even restrain himself, even going to far as to huff at his partner's back.

"Children." Tsukauchi thought to himself with a shake of his head, as though he were any better. Harper had the sudden urge to call him out and then lure him into making a stupid pun, just to make a point. "Alright! We thought it might be fun to have you look at a police line-up, just to see how one looks and how it works. If you ever become a police officer, these are a lot more common than you'd think."

"Let's get on with it, then. I'm not getting any younger." Harper drawled. She wondered what Iida was up to. So far she'd retained contact with Kirishima, a few photos from Uraraka, and some sparse texts from Izuku. Aoyama had sent a plethora of emojis in response to her 'How're things, dude?'. With the help of one of the other officers, who had a teenage daughter and thus actual experience, they'd deduced that things were going great. Kaminari had gotten back to her excitedly and she'd talked him out of trying to swallow a battery to see what would happened, and Jiro had informed her that things were running pretty smoothly on her end as well.

"She's too small to be saying that." Sansa and Tsukauchi both shared a look. Harper gazed at them flatly as they led her into the one-way viewing room. Harper glanced at the row of women standing there.

"It's the second one." Harper said. Tsukauchi rose his eyebrows.

"We haven't even told you the crime yet." Sansa probably should have sounded irritated, but the only thing Harper could detect in his tone was excitement. "She's already got them! I have to tell everyone. We should order pizza. Our office's success rate is going to absolutely sky-rocket, and I want to be at the head of our party bus when we get an award for it."

"She robbed a convenience store." Harper shrugged. Her eyes shifted to the last person in line-- the eighth. "Number Eight over here is guilty of money laundering, though. Little shit's thinking about the yacht she's going to buy right now."

It gave Harper a weird sort of satisfaction to be able to call people out on their wrongdoings and actually see them go down for it. People were so smug, thinking they could get away with whatever they wanted. Laws existed for a reason. The bitch could go get a job if it as that important to her, like everyone else. It was ridiculous, how entitled some people got. It was relieving to finally have her voice be heard by the authorities. It was a bit obnoxious and definitely... new to have them hanging on her every word, but it was better than them laughing in her face and turning her away.

"Damn. It's really going to be like this. When she leaves, it's going to be hard to adjust back to how things usually are. We're getting totally spoiled. Harper's doing our jobs for us in the blink of an eye." Tsukauchi let out a sigh and gave an easy smile. "Well, that answers that, then. What do you say we go light some of these candles?"