Nefarious {Harry Styles A.U}

Twenty Two

The LAPD had enlisted the help of forensic analyst Louis Tomlinson as well as the rest of the uniforms and detectives they could spare; all of which helping to trace the address of where they hoped Niall would be.

The FBI had pulled all of their resources together to try and find Michael Clifford; that was until the res head had walked through the precinct doors with his hands behind his head and a sickening grin on his face.

It wasn't long before he was cuffed and taken to an interrogation room, cuffed to the table and left alone whilst the Agents tried to figure out what to do with him.

Detective Harry Styles was stood behind the two way mirror, Captain Stock by his side, neither of the two saying a single word as they observed the man in front of them, running a finger along the cold metal of the cuffs; his green eyes staring straight into Harrys'.

Liam Payne entered the interrogation room, manila folder in hand and a stern look on his face. He'd finally been let back on duty by the FBI and the Captain, now they truly had the man they were looking for.

"Detective Payne!" Michael beamed, leaning across the table "How have you been?"

"Cut the crap, Clifford,"

"Oh come on detective," Michael laughed "You weren't even just a little amused by my game? I had dumb and dumber fooled there for a hot minute; Styles not so much."

"I think we've all had enough of your games don't you think?" Liam leant back in his chair, Michael mirroring him. "How about you just cut the bullshit and tell us who your partner is and we can just call it a day."

"Come on now detective," Michael shook his head and tut at the man across from him. "You could try a little harder than that, at least say please." The tension in the room was palpable, no one talking for what felt like hours.

Michael quickly shot forwards across the table making Liam jump slightly. "You're very boring, did you know that?" Liam just stared at Michael, ignoring his comment. "Sure, you're fun to play with for a little while but it's kind of like paying with a cheap doll. You're fun for a while but really just want to play with Barbie." Michael smirked, looking straight past Liam at the two way mirror; back at Harry.
"You've got a fan, Styles" The captain didn't even look away from the scene unfolding in front of him as he spoke.

"See," Michael continued, shifting his stare from the mirror back to Liam who was starting to sweat "You were fun and everything but I want the real thing. I want Styles." Harry instantly knocked on the glass in front of him, drawing the attention of the two men in the room. "Oh that might be important, you might want to go and check that. Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere." Michael shook his cuffed hand on the desk as if to prove his point. Begrudgingly, Liam stood up and grabbed the unopened folder in front of him and stormed out, straight into the observation room.

"You're not seriously thinking about going in there are you? He's just fucking with us Harry!" Liam protested.

"No offence Liam, but you're not getting anywhere with him and if it helps us find Niall, then I don't care." Harry pushed past Liam and the Captain, straight into the interrogation room, leaning against the mirror.

"Detective!" Michael smiled

"You want to play Michael? I'm here now so-"
"Nope, nice try though detective, tell thing 1 and 2 to leave first, and then we can talk."

Harry turned towards the glass behind him and nodded, the mirror turning dark to show the now empty observation room behind him. "What do you know about me detective?" Michael asked, playing idly with his cuffs. Harry didn't say anything, just scrunched up his eyebrows in confusion.

The thing was, Harry didn't know much about the man in front of him, no one in the precinct really did. He had assumed that the FBI agents knew everything about the man but even they seemed to be stumped on his background.
Michael was a quiet guy, didn't share much about his past and always stayed in his cave unless he was called away like with this case. "I have a request detective."

"A request?" Harry asked, still leaning against the two way mirror.

"Cut me a deal. You want to know who my partner is, I'll tell you everything."
"Is this part of your game, Clifford?" Harry was trying hard not to break composure, the image of an unconscious Niall still fresh at the front of his mind.

"There was no game detective," Michael laughed, throwing his head back in his chair. "I just wanted to get curious George out of the room, I wanted you Styles, you're the only one who can help." Help? That seemed to stir something inside of Harry. There was just something about that sentence that jogged something in the back of his mind but he couldn't place his finger on it. "Cut me a deal detective, and I might even tell you where your precious Niall is."

Harry stood there for a moment contemplating his options before he walked straight past Michael and out into the bullpen.

"Styles?" The Captain raised an eyebrow as Styles stormed past him and stopped beside Louis, leaning down onto the desk beside him.

"Stop tracing the address." Everyone within earshot of him had stopped typing away at their keyboards and just stared at him.

"Harry-" Louis went to protest but was quickly cut off.

"I should have known it was useless, Niall couldn't even trace this stuff there was no way anyone else would be able to. Michael's been way ahead of us up until this point, the only reason Niall was only able to trace that one IP address was because Michael wanted us to. We're playing right into his game.
"Harry?" Liam placed a hand on his partners shoulder and turned him around to face him and the captain.

"After you left, Michael asked me what I knew about him." Harry explained, Liam catching on quickly.

"Maybe he's not as smart as we've been thinking, he's been too smart for Niall with the hacking and the whole computers thing, but he might have just given us the insight we needed for this case."
"Does someone want to explain to me why I'm stopping?" Louis asked, looking up at the three men around him; clearly not used to being outside of his lab.

"It means, Tomlinson, that Clifford might have just given us the one piece of evidence we need to finally put this case to rest and find Horan." The Captain had a small and rare smile on his face, only just visible beneath his uncommonly unkempt moustache.

"Run a background check on Clifford, I want everything about this guy. I don't care what you find out, I even wanna know if this guy prefers tea or coffee." Harry bolted across the room and settled on an empty computer, his fingers tapping away along with the rest of the bullpen, following Harry's orders.

With Agents Hemmings and Hood being called back totheir own offices, the LAPD precinct were left completely alone in theirsearch.

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I know it's not as long as I hoped it would be but I needed to get this written out and turns out it's been in my notebook for months, I've just not had time to write it up properly but hopefully it's alright 

Please comment and let me know what you think ~ Gemma