Special thanks to WildAshChronos helping me with this chapter!

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It was now Sunday morning, and Prowl had requested that Kiki and Bumblebee come into work today to interrogate Bisk.

Kiki was hoping that this interrogation would help shed some light on this whole "Decepticon" shindig that's been going on for the last week. First the guy that tried to kill Commissioner Magnus, and now Bisk trying to steal some soundboards from the Real Axle concert last night.

The big question was; Why?

Who was or were the Decepticons exactly? Since they found more than one, were they some sort of group? And given the terrible deeds they've committed, Kiki quickly made an educated guess that they were some sort of terrorist group.

There was also another term that caught her attention. Autobots.

She remembered the Decepticon from the Hostage scare screaming that before he chucked the bomb into the lobby of CCPD Headquarters.

Were they an enemy to the Decepticons somehow? Were the Decepticons and these Autobots, fighting?

Kiki rattled the thought throughout her mind as she pushed the front door open of the police station and entered the lobby, making her way up the stairs.

Perhaps she could try asking Prowl about this. Although when she tried it the first time around, he said that that information was deemed classified and that she wasn't a higher rank to know about this information.

A higher rank? Perhaps her partner Strongarm might know something? True she's only a cadet, but she's defiantly a higher rank than Kiki who's just a recent recruit.

But then again, Kiki recalled that time they took Bumblebee to the hospital after he had saved Kiki from getting stabbed by a glass shard. When Prowl showed up, he had asked for her and Strongarm to leave the room, so that himself, Bumblebee, Jazz, and surprisingly enough, Doctor Knockout could converse among themselves.

Do the four of them know what's been going on?

Perhaps she could try to turn to her superiors for that information. If they could talk to her about it that is.

The girl wasn't entirely sure what to wear today, since technically it's supposed to be her day off. She wore her light blue dress shirt, grey pants, belt, and boots, keeping the rest of her things in her backpack, in the event that she would need them.

She stored her backpack into her locker and trotted out of the room, entering the office area and began to make her way towards the interrogation room. Through the giant glass window, she could find Bisk sitting in his chair, his wrists hand cuffed along with a chain attached to the table. Prowl and Bumblebee stood across from him, their arms crossed as they shot glares at the red head. Kiki watched as Bumblebee unfolded his arms, placing his hands against the table as he leaned forward towards Bisk, his lips moving as if he was asking him a question.

Kiki was told to be at the station by 9:00am at the earliest, but she figured Bumblebee must have arrived a bit earlier. Why did he come early? Was he more anxious to figure out Bisk's motives?

When Kiki saw Bumblebee's face, she couldn't help but think about last night. The look of concern and anger in his eyes when he checked her arm, the calm in his voice when he told her to get somewhere safe, not to mention the two locking eyes with each other when Kiki screamed his name, giving him the confidence boost needed to take Bisk down, live on stage! Plus let's not forget that Kiki gave Bumblebee permission to kiss her after his sudden, exciting outburst.

It was all Kiki though about in her sleep last night. She also couldn't help but notice that his arm was around her shoulders when it happened, and it stayed that way as he walked her to his car and drove her home.

For the second time in a row!

But perhaps that was just Bumblebee being polite? Your average gentlemen? For all the pair knew, they had no idea if they were going to escape from their separate encounters with Bisk alive!

Kiki really felt that the two of them had formed some sort of connection that night. She began to wonder if perhaps there was a chance Bumblebee felt the same way?

Kiki shook her head as she rounded the corner of the office towards the interrogation entrance.

Stay focused! You can day dream later!

The girl opened a side door, entering the viewing room. It was pitch black except from the light bulb up on the ceiling and the glowing computer screens on the other side of the room. There was another giant window where you see anyone inside the interrogation room, but they couldn't see you.

"Hey, Kiki!"

The ginger haired girl looked up to see Jazz and Strongarm standing by the window, the black skinned male waving at her as she neared.

"Hey guys," She greeted, shutting the door behind her as she approached the pair. "Has Bisk spilled anything?"

"Nothing that we can use against him," Strongarm muttered with disappointment.

"Hang in there Cadet, they're close to cracking him," Jazz assured the woman. "I can feel it. Speaking of, that's not the only vibe I'm feeling in this room."

Confused, Kiki looked over at Bumblebee's partner to see the man smirking at her. She raised a brow at Jazz, a quick chuckle escaping her lips as she talked. "What?"

"Don't act dumb with me recruit, you know what," He teased, placing his hands on his hips. "I saw what went down between you and Bee."

Kiki froze, her eyes widening. "Come again?"

"What exactly happened last night?" Strongarm asked, speaking up.

"Nothing!" Kiki piped.

"Bumblebee kissed Kiki!" Jazz grinned.

"Jazz!" Kiki yelped.

"Wait a minute, that talk we had at the park on Monday--! You like Bumblebee!" Strongarm realized.

"Like him? She loves him!" Jazz teased playfully, nudging Kiki with his elbow.

"First of all, it was his way of saying thanks for inviting him to see Reel Axle," Kiki defended. "Second of all, we both Bumblebee and I nearly died from both of our encounters with Bisk. Lastly, he asked permission before kissing me, on the temple."

"Whatever floats your boat." Jazz snickered.

"Can we please talk about this later?" Kiki suggested. "We have a job to do, remember?"

"You're right Kiki, our apologies." Strongarm nodded apologetically.

Kiki averted her gaze from the the pair as she focused her attention elsewhere, looking through the glass and watching Bisk's interrogation.

The girl could tell that the pressure was slowly starting to get to the Decepticon. The torso half of his jump suit was zipped off, revealing a black t-shirt underneath. He was also quietly tapping the heel of his right foot impatiently.

"Speaking of, how long has it taken them to get Bisk to crack?" Kiki questioned.

"For the past, 15 minutes or so," Strongarm answered. "Although it feels like it's been 15 hours."

With a disappointing sigh, Kiki watched through the glass as Bumblebee and Prowl made their way out of the interrogation room, leaving Bisk behind as he saw them off. As the trio left to regroup with the others, Kiki couldn't help but notice a familiar symbol on his shirt. Some sort of white crest.

"Is that... from Assassin's Creed?" She thought.

She stepped out into the hall, meeting up with the others.

"This guy just can't seem to give us a break," Prowl huffed.

"Guess not, Prowl." Jazz said glumly. "You'll get through his weak defenses anyhow. You're not the boss around here for nothing, you know."

"Nice to know you love me too," Bumblebee said sarcastically, but reached over and pat his partner's shoulder good naturedly. "Regardless, Bisk is obviously an important link to this operation, and his cooperation, willing or not, will come to us eventually."

Prowl frowned. "Perhaps. I, however, grow tired of playing games with criminals. Something we have been doing increasingly as of late."

"Playing games..." Kiki quietly muttered to herself, before her face lit up and she rose her voice. "That's it!"

It startled the rest of the group. "What's it?" Strongarm asked her partner.

"Sir," Kiki looked over at Prowl. "Let me try talking to him."

"I don't know if that's a good idea, Kiki." Bumblebee said nervously. "He's dangerous, and interrogations aren't exactly a walk in the park."

Nodding, Prowl looked at her apologetically. "I am sorry Kiki, but I agree with Bumblebee. We will get through to him, and when we do, hopefully all of this will be over."

"Please, sir, just let me try," Kiki pleaded. "Just this once. I may have an idea on how to get to him."

"What's that?" Strongarm asked.

"Games. Video games, to be exact. I know it sounds ridiculous, but just trust me on this!"

"Video games?" Jazz asked, his face contorted in the most bewildered expression as he stared down Kiki questioningly. "What exactly do you think you're going to do by talking gamer-speak with him that Bee and Prowl can't?"

Shaking his head, Bumblebee raised a hand and gave Jazz a warning look. "No, I think she's onto something here."

"Feel free to enlighten us at any time convenient for you, Lieutenant." Prowl said dryly.

"I've dealt with Bisk before. He loves the stuff, even mixes in 'gamer-speak' into his pattern of speech," Bumblebee explained. "Back at the concert he referred to me as the 'one player he never defeated'."

"Plus," Kiki motioned for them to peek through the window. "See that crest on his shirt? That's the symbol of the Brotherhood from Assassin's Creed. It's one of the worlds biggest gaming franchises out right now. He practically screams gaming fan-boy."

"Aren't the Assassins the good ones though?" Jazz asked cryptically, but Bumblebee only shrugged. "So, just to be clear, our plan is relying on your Assassin's Creed knowledge while up against the biggest gamer person of all time?"

"Lay off, Jazz." The lieutenant said sternly. "I trust her."

Prowl snorted. "I too, remain extremely skeptical." He admitted. "And that is putting it lightly. Are you entirely sure that your plan will work?" All three senior officers glanced at her expectantly, but Bumblebee's big warm eyes offered the most subtle forms of encouragement.

Jazz caught on, and internally grinned. Oh, his partner wasn't one of the best for nothing, that much was for sure.

"It's worth a shot. I'm sure you've all tried everything else in the book to make him squeal," Kiki replied. "And it's not JUST Assassin's Creed knowledge."

The group stood silently as the men exchanged a series of expressions. Prowl handed Bisk's file to Strongarm who extended it to Kiki. "You're going to need this."

Kiki took the folder in her hands, scanning it quickly before taking one more look at the Decepticon through the glass window.

"I'll come with you," Bumblebee said firmly, locking his gaze into hers, his messy locks splayed across his face. He stared at her seriously, and left no room for argument. "I'm not taking any chances. Unnecessary risks are not ones I let happen on my watch."

Unnecessary risks? Kiki thought. Then it suddenly hit her. Bumblebee was referring to Bisk attacking her last night!

She recalled the dark look in Bumblebee's eyes when he saw the bright red on her arm. Although she didn't want to admit it, Kiki felt the pain of the hit when she woke up this morning, finding a small bruise on the spot she fell on when Bisk tackled her last night. Kiki believed there was no point in making Bumblebee even more concerned that he already was before. Besides, it was just a bruise. It wasn't like she was bleeding or anything.

"I appreciate that, Bumblebee," she caught a look from Prowl, "--Lieutenant," she corrected. "But I'm thinking I should try this on my own. Since you and Prowl already talked to him, he'll think something is up if you come back... If that's okay?"

"We'll wait for you outside the door then," Strongarm suggested. "Just in case."

Reaching out to gently place a hand on her shoulder, he looked at her carefully. "Are you sure you don't want me to come with you? I'm useful for more than simple interrogation methods you know."

Right when his hand touched Kiki's shoulder, the girl's mind raced back to the events of last night. The good, fluffy parts of it anyway. She couldn't help it! She could feel the heat just threatening to brighten her cheeks and blush, but she mentally blocked out that feeling, worry about possibly embarrassing herself and/or Bumblebee in front of their boss.

"Well... Okay. But let me try to handle Bisk," she finally spoke up.

"Of course," Bumblebee said, reaching over to pull the door open, and nodding his head. "Your lead, Kiki,"

"Thank you," she smiled with a nod as she entered the room, Bumblebee following behind.

"What's this?" Bisk questioned, sitting up.

Glaring at him coolly, Bumblebee tilted his head towards her, maintaining silence, as much as it killed him, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall in a relaxed manner.

The Decepticon watched the girl take the seat across from him, placing the folder down on the table.

"Wait a minute, you're that girl I ran into the basement," he realized. "You're a cop?!"

"Why? Who wants to know?" Kiki replied, raising a brow at the redhead.

"Talk big newbie. But can you back it up?" He mocked.

She opened the folder, her finger trailing the paper as she read the information. "Bisk, right? Attempted theft, assault, attempted murder, that's quite the streak you got there."

"That's nothing compared to what my fellow players profiles." Bisk replied, crossing his arms. 

"You'll be looking at 5 years in prison, minimum with these charges." Kiki stated.

Bisk turned his head to the side, a signal that showed he would be ignoring her from now on.

Kiki tapped her finger tips repeatedly on the table with a quiet huff. It was game time now. She closed the folder, leaning back into her chair with a slouch. Her eyes adjusted to his chest, looking at the crest. "Nice shirt."

"How would you know?" He questioned with a slight growl. "You don't even know what it means."

"Well, if I had to guess then, I would probably say..." Kiki leaned forward, cupping her chin. "Assassin's Creed? More specifically its newest instalment, Syndicate?"

Now that seemed to peek Bisk's attention as he suddenly returned his gaze to the girl. "Specific time and place?"

"Whitechapel, London, England, the year is 1868, just at the end of the Industrial Revolution." She answered.

"Villian?" He questioned, leaning forward slightly.

Kiki leaned forward as well, her arms against the table with a grin on her face. "Crawford Starrick, and the Blighters gang."

Bumblebee let out a low whistle, quirking a eyebrow as he stared down at Bisk, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes as he watched their interaction. Looking back through the one way glass, he tilted his head towards Kiki, knowing that Jazz would see, and more than likely agree.

Bisk sat in silence for a moment before adjusting his position, sitting properly in his chair. "Alright, you've gotten my attention, amateur."

"What happened to me being a newbie?" Kiki asked with curiosity.

"You clearly know what you're talking," Bisk replied. "Unlike your boyfriend and his computer player of a sergeant."

"Hey!" Kiki rose her voice, glaring at the Decepticon. "Bumblebee kicked your sorry butt like Ryu vs Seth in Street Fighter 4. Unless you want him to Dragon Punch you in the face so hard it's like a perfect one hit kill in a Pokemon battle, I suggest you shut it with the remarks, okay?"

"Which game did you start your journey?" He asked.

"The Sinnoh Region, Pokemon Pearl." She answered.

"You started on a DS and not the Gameboy?" Bisk scoffed playfully. "I'm tempted to degrade you back to newbie."

"Tell that to my level 100 Infernape. Yes, I started there, but I did go back to play around with the classics," Kiki shrugged, leaning back against her chair. "Like Red, Blue, Green, and I dabbled around Yellow, so you can also tell that to my level 100 of all three starter Pokemon and legendary, Raquaza."

Bisk looked like his mouth was going to hit the table because he was gapping for so long.

"Look, I'd love to sit here and talk video games all day, I would," Kiki assured the man, putting her feet up on the table. "But because of the little stunt you pulled last night, the man you claim to be my boyfriend and I had to come in on our last day off, and we aren't too happy about that. So, I can either add extra time to your sentence for stalling a interrogation relating to an important case, or you can start talking now."

Kiki and Bumblebee waited anxiously for a response from Bisk. The Decepticon sat still, fiddling with his thumbs nervously. He finally slouched in his chair, meeting the girl's eyes once again.

"Fine," he spoke. "But I'm not saying anything with him standing around."

"Then don't," Kiki replied. She pulled out a black piece of paper from the folder, sliding it towards him, while bringing out a pen from her pants pocket and tossed it towards him. "Just write it down."

Jazz snorted, only to receive a cryptic glare from Prowl, who seemed entirely unamused. "A written confession?" He asked almost disbelievingly. "She got you a written confession in less than a minute? Prowl, you're getting old! Losing your touch!"

Prowl scowled even more. "Need I remind you that we are the same age, Jazz?" He asked shortly, but of course, Lieutenant Bumblebee's partner had answer.

"You just reek of old age, Prowl." He teased. "I'm just too young and fabulous to be anything else!"

Needless to say, Prowl was extremely unhappy with Jazz, threatening multiple times to demote him, though he never meant anything by it. Their bickering continued enough that they missed the beaming Lieutenant watching the newest recruit, unable to simply stop smiling.