Hello! I saw this tumblr post and it inspired me to write this little bit, enjoy!

"He went that way!" Smoker exclaimed, pointing to the dark alleyway.

"Shit!" You exclaimed, immediately bolting down the passageway.

The man was rapid, catching up to him would be impossible. By the time you went through a twist or turn even his shadow was barely there.

"Smoker!" You called the man running with you, "We might have to improvise!"

His eyes widened, but he nodded.

You pulled out your gun, firing the culprit's way.

The two of you stopped.

"Shit. I'm never going to hear the end of this." You grimaced.

"You got him!" Smoker explained, running off to get him.

You watched as the figure still ran, taking a left turn.

Letting out a sigh, you ran to catch up.

"I saw him! He went to the right!" You exclaimed, hoping he'd listen.

The two of you ran to the right, reaching a dead end.

"Shit! We almost had him!" You exclaimed, pretending to be frustrated.

"We were so close, too." Smoker sighed, annoyed.

You shook your head, walking back to the car.

"Maybe he went this way?" Smoker inquired, eyeing the other way.

"I doubt it. It's already been proven the hideout is this way." You pointed to the alley behind you. He shrugged.

"You managed to shoot him?!" Nami exclaimed enthusiastically.

"What?! Really?!" Usopp groaned. You raised a brow.

"Are ya rooting me or the mob boss?" You snorted, sitting down at your desk.

"That'll be 20 berry Usopp!" Nami batted her eyelashes, her hand extending to receive the money Ussopp begrudgingly gave.

You watched the interaction, a sly smirk pursed your lips.

"Y'know, Nami." You smirked, "The cat burglar struck again this week."

Her face contorted into fear, "W-What bank?" She trembled.

Your smirk only widened, taking a sip of coffee before answering while shooting her a glance.

"Yours." You smiled.

Her fear became shock before she shrieked dramatically.

"MY SAVINGS! MY MONEY!" She cried, falling to her knees.

You giggled, entertained.

The rest of the day was rather boring, you read through a couple of leads but nothing sparked your eye.  Walking to your car, you saw the culprit from earlier today in the shadows. Of course.

You sighed, unlocking the car door and going home.

Entering the apartment while kicking off your shoes in the process, you immediately went to the kitchen.

Opening the tap, you eyeballed the amount of water needed while filling the kettle. Moving it to the stove, you allowed it to boil. Grabbing the matching mugs, you placed them on the counter with the respective tea packets.

You took this time to get changed into something more comfortable and sat on the sofa, waiting.

BAM!

"Hi honey, how was your day?" You asked sweetly, smiling.

Shanks glared at you, lifting his shirt to show the bloodied bandage.

"You fucking SHOT me! That was my day at work!" He exclaimed.

"I'm sorry! I was in a tough situation!" You exclaimed.

"Tough situation?!", he exclaimed, removing his shirt, "Look at this! I had to jump while bleeding!"

"Have you been working out, Mr. Mob boss?" You raised a brow.

He blushed, giggling like a schoolgirl.

"Here and there~ I don't have that much time y'know!~" He covered his face with one hand, looking away.

"But you look so ripped!" You exclaimed, feeding his ego.

"Ah well~", his eyes widened, "Don't change the subject!" He glared.

You laughed at your husband's antics.

Suddenly there was a knocking at the door.

You gave each other a look, Shanks ran to hide in the bedroom while you answered a door.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you answered the door.

"Hello! How can I help you?" You smiled.

"We found a lead." Smoker said, lighting a cigar.

"Oh?" You raised a brow.

"Mind if I come in?" He asked, peering into your home.

"Not at all!" You opened the door begrudgingly.

He plopped himself on the sofa, raising a brow while eyeing the two cups of tea.

"Were you expecting someone?" He asked, pointing at the cups.

"Something like that." You brushed it off, kicking your lover's shirt under the sofa.

Smoker raised a brow, taking a cigar out of his coat.

You glared at him while taking a seat.

"Are you gonna tell me the news?" You inquired, crossing your legs.

"We found the base." He dragged the cigarette nonchalantly.

"Oh?" You raised a brow, a fear lingering in the back of your brain

"Well, not exactly." He added.

"Thank god." You thought.

"What?" He paused, eyeing you suspiciously.

You said it out loud.

"Don't be so foolish smoker." You scoffed, crossing your legs.

"If we found the base that would mean it's a cover-up." You sipped your tea, "Or do you believe they're going to be that heedless when it comes to their operations?"

The silver-haired man was speechless, occasionally stammering to string a concise phrase.

"Our next actions have to be planned carefully, a wrong move and this could blow up in our faces." You sighed.

Knowing your dear husband, of course, he would plant his base in a reckless location. Luckily for him, you managed to twist the police into thinking he was a mastermind.

CRACK!

The two of you immediately steered your heads towards where the sound came from.

The bedroom.

"He broke the vase." You thought, slumping your shoulders in defeat.

"I broke the vase!" Shanks though, tensely staring at the remnant shards.

"What was that?!" He heard Smoker exclaim from behind the door.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Shanks cussed under his breath while trying to decide his next action.

"It was probably nothing." You waved off, sipping tea to hide your anger.

CLINK!

To your dismay, the teacup broke in your fingers.

"What are you doing (y/n)?!" Shanks internally screamed.

"Are you okay detective?" Smoker stood up and hurriedly examined your hand.

"Ah, it was nothing!" You replied nonchalantly in a sing-song voice.

"The teacup broke into shards-"

"It was old!"

Smoker was taken aback by how hasty you were acting. Something was up. He could sense it.

He began to walk to your bedroom.

"Smoker! Wait!" You exclaimed.

"What is it?" He asked.

What should you say? That there was a cat? You were holding someone hostage? Your mom was in town?

"My mom's hostage cat is in town!" You blurted out.

Not your best, (y/n).

Smoker gazed into your eyes for what seemed to be an eternity. Your throat was dry, his breath gently grazed your face while your heart beats rapidly. Taking a step back, your fingers felt the wooden crevices of the door.

His brows became knitted while he gently huffed, the odor of cigarette smoke now permeated your nostrils, the sensation of dread became increasingly unbearable very second while all you could do was pray that your facade wouldn't crumble.

The silence between you was unbelievably loud, if Shanks made the smallest mistake everything would be over.

He would go to jail, you would go to jail and neither of you would ever see or hear each other again. They would make sure of it.

Maybe he would try to escape prison, but life on the run would be difficult. Laying low with someone who has such unique characteristics would be impossible.

"Smoker, we have a 10-39!" His radio blurted.

He immediately moved away and ran to the door, giving you a look that could only mean one thing.

This wasn't over.

After there was an audible click that the door was closed and locked, you let out a sigh of relief.

"My mom's hostage cat is in town?! Really?!" Shanks whispered indignantly.

"Don't make me regret not shooting you twice!" You retorted, opening the bedroom door.

The two of you hugged tightly while you hid your head in the crook of his neck.

"I'm sorry I had to shoot you." You quivered, tightening your grip on him.

"I know you had to." He cooed, placing a lock of your hair behind your ear.

Needless to say, the two of you spent all night attached, enjoying the rare opportunity of quality time together.

"Do you think we'll ever have an opportunity at a normal life?" You pondered while on his chest.

"No." He hummed playing with your hair, "But I don't think either of us would enjoy it."

"Oh?"

"We were built for adrenaline, my love. To feel our hearts beat louder than our brain as the rhythm intertwines into a beautiful melody." He kissed your head with a smile.

"What billboard did you get that one from?" You snorted.

"No billboard is able to carry words that encapsulate my love for you." He cooed.

"You're so sappy."

"And you love it." He smiled.