Framed!? (Policewoman and Mister Mime)

[Mister Mime]

It had been a week since Roger McMillan had been fired from his workplace. Framed, he is convinced and insists on making sure that everybody knows that he was. But no, nobody wants to believe a cop that frequently broke the rules to make sure he caught the bad guy. One slip up and he was gone they used to say, and he was. But he did know there was one person that would give him the benefit of the doubt, or even just hear him out and that was his old partner.

He stood outside her house and leaned on the car that had helped them grab more than a few guys. "Come on, you're never late.." His thick Brooklyn accent was heavy as he spoke. This was another reason he was such a good cop, he just knew where to go. That knowledge came to you when you'd been in a few gangs. Roger's grey eyes stared at the door of her house as he sat and waited for her to come out.

 

[Policewoman]

Work had been less-than-ideal for Miranda lately. Ever since her partner had been accused of stealing drugs, her life had been complicated, as she first had to deal with the lawyer that had been assigned to her partner, while the brass was telling her to not try and defend her partner, or she might end up going down with him. Then she was assigned a new partner, a rookie who didn't know a lightbar from a sidearm, who was basically a massive thorn in her side and impeded more than helping. At least he did the paperwork.

When Miranda's car, a black Honda Civic coupe, pulled up to her house, she noticed a familiar car sitting there, and a familiar face leaning against it. With a sigh, the detective got out of her car, pausing to look the doors. "Roger, what the hell are you doing here?" She said as she approached him. "Our- My supervisor will have a cow if he hears that we're talking." Miranda added. She was dressed for work, in black dress pants and a white blouse, with a Glock 19 in a paddle holster on her right hip.