So I decided to do a second part to The New Partner, as I enjoyed writing the first part so much.

Warnings: Violence, mentions of death, assault. Language.

"No (Y/n), I'm not gonna let ya do it, the guy is out of his mind. What happens if somethin goes wrong?" Sandor said, crossing his arms and staring at his partner.

"Look Sandor, your concern is duly noted, but I'm not going to let anyone else put themselves in danger. We need to get this guy off the streets before he kills someone else." (Y/n) said, as the two sat in the meeting with Captain Lannister.

The Cap leaned back in his chair looking at his two best detectives. "Look Clegane, I know that you're concerned for (Y/n)'s safety but she is right, (Y/n) is thoroughly trained for such an undercover operation, and she is the one that looks closets to the victim profile. When he sees her on the streets, he won't be able to resist, and we can get that scum behind bars."

Sandor wasn't happy about his partner being used as bait for a serial killer, but he knew that the Cap and (Y/n) were right. The Makeup Murderer, as the press had dumbed him, due to the fact that he would remove any makeup his victims already had on, and would replace it with products that had analysed and shown to have come from the 1960s, had strangled 12 prostitutes already and was showing no signs of stopping anytime soon.

(Y/n) was just the killers type, and Sandor hated it; and even more he hated the fact that every man in the entire precinct would be in the squad room waiting for (Y/n) to show when she came out dressed in her undercover clothes. Sandor had seen the outfit, when he had walked into the Cap's office as they discussed the undercover sting; he already found (Y/n) beautiful when she was dressed in her usual dark suits, and he would be lying if he said he didn't want something more than just the working relationship they had, but when he had seen her in the black thigh high boots, stockings, short skirt and tight top his eyes had nearly burst out of his head, as every secret fantasy he had ever had about (Y/n) came rushing to his mind.

He couldn't help but desperately swallow the large lump that had formed in his throat as he watched her lean over the Cap's desk looking at a map of the locations where the victims were believed to have been picked up from. There was part of him that wanted to throw the Cap out of his office, lock the door, and take (Y/n) there and then on his desk; to tell her he wanted her, to tell her he wanted this to be more than a working relationship, but he held himself back knowing that she wouldn't feel the same, and he didn't want to ruin what they already had.

"Fine." Sandor huffed. "Why don't I go along as her pimp? That way I can keep an eye on her, and make sure she's safe."

Both (Y/n) and the Cap turned to look at him, their eyebrows furrowed, with incredulous looks on their faces.

"You're joking right?" (Y/n) said, almost laughing in disbelief.

"Sandor, I'm not being rude.........but to most people you're big and scary, and intimidating. There ain't a John worth his salt that would come within a mile of me if he saw you hanging around."

"That's the plan." Sandor said under his breath. He knew she was right, he knew the best place for him was in a car nearby watching her every move, ready to rescue her like a knight in shining armour when the time was right, but that didn't mean he had to like it.

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Two days later the team sat in the meeting room getting their final debrief from Captain Lannister, they all knew the roles that had to play, but as one of their own was putting themselves in danger they were on high alert. The sting was that night and the importance of it was not lost on anyone.

As the Captain dismissed everyone, (Y/n) made her way to the locker room to change, it had been a while since she been undercover, and even longer since it was anything as serious as trying to stop a serial killer, but she knew that she had to do all she could to stop the maniac before he struck again.

She had so wanted to take Sandor up on his offer of him pretending to be her pimp; Sandor had made her feel safe and protected from the moment they had become partners. They had become good friends as well as colleagues, spending time with each other outside working hours, drinking and playing pool at the local cop bar, swapping war stories about old cases, and old scars. She had grown to have strong feelings for Sandor, and found herself watching him when he wasn't looking, noticing his every movement, every subtle twist and twitch.

Without warning, (Y/n) found herself pulled into one of the empty rooms by a pair of strong arms.

"What the hell Sandor! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" (Y/n) said, slapping him on the chest.

"I'm sorry (Y/n), but I can't let you do this without doing this first."

Before she could ask, Sandor's lips were on hers as he gently pushed her up against the wall, the kiss becoming more and more heated by the moment, as (Y/n)'s momentary shock passed, and she melted into his touch.

"If anyone so much as looks at you sideways, I will break them in half. And if that maniac touches you, I'll kill him myself." Sandor said as he held her in his arms.

She pulled him down so that their lips met once again. "I know you'll be there; I know you'll be watching, and I know you'll keep me safe." She said, as she traced her thumb across his cheek.

"But you have to let me do this, you have to let me get this guy off the streets."

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(Y/n) stood on the street corner, wrapping the small jacket she wore around herself as best she could, trying to stay warm against the frigid night air.

"You ok beautiful?" Sandor's voice coming out loud and clear over the comms in her ear.

"All the better for hearing you big guy." She replied, a smile coming to her lips as she remembered the days earlier events.

Before either could say anything else, a car slowly pulled up along side her, the window slowly moving down to reveal a middle aged man sat behind the wheel.

"Well hello handsome. You lookin for some company?" (Y/n) asked, as she leant into the window.

"Well hello gorgeous, you must be new, I ain't seen you around here before." The man said, his eyes lingering over her ample cleavage.

"Now if I had known you were here, I would have come here sooner." (Y/n) chuckled, as she smiled at him seductively.

There was something about this guy that was making her feel uncomfortable, more than the fact he was trying to pick her up for sex; their was something in his eyes that she didn't like, something dark, and somehow she knew that this was their guy.

"So, are you gonna show a girl a good time, or are you gonna leave me out in the cold?"

The man indicated for her to get into the car, and as she did, she turned her earpiece off and on again, the signal to the rest of the team that she thought she had their man.

Sandor as well as the others, followed the car at a respectable distance. He could feel his heart pound in his chest as he thought of (Y/n) being in a car with a possible psycho; all he could do was pray that nothing would happen to her.

As (Y/n) sat in the car next to the man, she felt his hand creep up her thigh, she forced herself not to shrink backwards in disgust, to push his hand away and slap his face. He looked at her, but this time he looked different, like something had changed inside him; suddenly he punched her in the face, her head banging violently against the window as he punched her again.

"You stupid whore, I'm gonna make you pay for what you did, I'm gonna make you pay for leaving me." The man screamed at her as he gripped onto her throat, the lack of oxygen causing her to black out.

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Sandor was frantic, they had lost all communication with (Y/n), and the possible perp had managed to lose every single cop in every single car like he had known the cops were on to him.

"We have to find her!" Sandor bellowed, as he stared down at Captain Lannister.

"I told you both that this was a bad idea, that we shouldn't do it, but you insisted and now he has her. God only knows what he could be doing to her, we need to get her back, and we need to get her back now!"

It had been hours since the team had lost (Y/n), and the precinct was chaotic as people waited for the computer guys to try and locate her position through a special GPS chip she had hidden in her clothing. It had been proving more difficult than the whiz kids had first thought, finally surmising that the killer had her somewhere underground.

Without a knock, the door to Lannister's office flew open. "Sir, we believe we know where Detective (Y/n) is being held." The young detective said as he slammed his laptop onto the desk.

"We were finally able to pinpoint a weak signal, there is an abandoned factory about 30 minutes outside of the city, we believe that Detective (Y/n) is being held there. The signal only just came up, so we think that the suspect has either just move the detective, or the clothes she was wearing." The young man looked at Sandor.

"I'm sorry Sandor, we don't know whether (Y/n) is alive or dead."

Sandor grabbed the laptop and ran out of the office, shouting at the other officers to follow as he ran for his car. He couldn't think straight as the car sped through the city, all he could think of was (Y/n) being dead, slaughtered by a maniac that he was going to kill.

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"Hey, bitch." The voice cut like a knife through (Y/n)'s unconscious mind.

"Wake up whore!" This time the voice was accompanied by a slap, the sting to her cheek, forcing her back into reality.

She slowly and reluctantly opened her eyes, she was groggy and everything hurt; she could feel an uncomfortable throb from what she was sure was a busted lip, and she could feel that her eyelashes where covered in dry blood from a cut over her eye. She tried to stretch in an attempt to ease her muscles, but as she moved, she found that her wrists and ankles were tied to an old metal chair, as she tried to struggle out of her restraints a laugh rang out.

"Do you really think I would make it that simple? I've killed 12 of you sluts already, so I think I've perfected my technique." The man said as he moved closer to her, checking over the items that were on a small table next to her.

"Now, miss policewoman, I am going to get you cleaned up and looking all pretty."

He took some cloths from the table and went to clean her face; as (Y/n) moved away to avoid contact he grabbed hold of her, holding her head in place.

"Move again and I'll break your nose." He said staring into her eyes.

As he worked to remove blood, and her smudged and smeared makeup, (Y/n) began to laugh.

"What's so funny bitch?" The man growled.

"Boy did you pick the wrong woman to take." (Y/n) said, continuing to laugh.

"You see I have this partner, and he isn't gonna like the fact that you touched me; and when he finds you, which he will, you'll be lucky if he doesn't rip your head off you dumb son of a bitch."

Suddenly the sharp sting of a hand hitting her cheek stopped (Y/n) laughing.

"No one is going to find you alive, and I am going to dump your body somewhere no one will ever find you dead." The man scoffed as he moved back to the table.

"Let me do a little amateur psychiatry here." (Y/n) said.

"Your mother abused and abandoned you; she was a prostitute, probably left you alone when she was working, came home drunk out of her skull and hit you. You take girls that remind you of her, dress them up and make them up so they look even more like her, and then you take your power back by killing these pretend mothers because you couldn't kill your real one no matter how much you wanted to."

The man rushed over, punching (Y/n) so hard that the chair fell backwards onto the floor.

"SHUT UP BITCH! YOU DESERVE TO DIE FOR EVERYTHING YOU DID TO ME. I'LL MAKE YOU PAY."

The man suddenly stopped shouting, his head spinning around as he heard a commotion from the other side of a large door; within an instant the door flew open, and a dozen cops all with guns drawn burst into the room with Sandor at their head.

(Y/n) could hear raised voices but was having difficulty making out what was being said, it wasn't until Sandor was kneeling next to her, untying her restraints that she heard him clearly.

"It's ok (Y/n) I got you. We got him sweetheart, you're safe now." Sandor said as her picked her up and carried her outside.

"Sandor." (Y/n) croaked, her throat sore and dry.

"Shhh (Y/n) don't say anything, let's just get you taken care of." He said as he got her to the waiting paramedics.

"I have to tell you this first......... I love you Sandor Clegane." She said, as the medics pushed her into the ambulance.

Sandor followed, sitting by her side, and taking her hand. "Sweetheart, I love ya too, and from now on, ain't no one's gonna touch my girl, and no more offering yourself up as bait for every psycho, ok?"

(Y/n) nodded as best she could. "Whatever you say big guy, whatever you say!"

It certainly wasn't the most romantic start to a relationship, but one thing was for sure, neither one of them would forget it.