Jane Crocker/Terezi Pyrope
Officer Jane Crocker entered the Wake n’ Bake Shop. Instead of her uniform, she was wearing a psychedelic blue and yellow granny dress, an Indian poncho, and tons of necklaces. It was her partner Pyrope who picked out the outfit. Jane wondered if it was a good idea to let a blind woman pick out an outfit, even if the blind woman had smell-sight.
Inside the small bakery, there didn’t seem to be many baked goods. The shelves were almost bare, except for a few lint-covered items. The business looked like a failure. However, reports said it did very well. Too well, that is.
Behind the counter was a troll of unassuming appearance. Though he was tall and had huge horns, he was so skinny he could hide behind a telephone pole. His Subjuggulator-painted face was more dopey than sinister. However, Officer Crocker knew this man was a scion of the Makara family. He probably wasn’t one of the higher members of the pyramid, judging by his job, but he was still a Makara.
Crocker approached the counter. The Makara scion gave her a leer as if her baggy clothes didn’t properly cover her figure.
“Hey, pretty lady,” he drawled, “What up and brings you to Wake n’ Bake this wakin’?”
“Good morning to you too, mister,” she replied, “I would like a certain baked good.”
He leaned over the counter. “Which certain baked good?”
“One from the secret menu...”
“Yes?”
“I would like...the brownie called...Miracles All Up In This...um...Bitch.”
He nodded his head. “I’ll get that motherfucker, wait your fine ass here.”
The troll then ducked his way into the back. Crocker bent over to look in her bag for her badge. She was certain she would need it soon. When she stood back up, there was the Makara scion with a pistol aimed at her.
“Hands up, PIG,” he said in a new tone.
She held up her hands. “I’m not a police officer!”
“You’ve got a badge IN YOUR GRASPERS!”
Crocker dropped the badge on the floor where it made an embarrassing noise. The Makara scion leapt over the counter while still training his pistol on the police officer. He got behind her and grabbed her from the waist while he put a gun to her head.
“Gonna find out if you have the heat, sister,” he said in her ear.
He started patting her down too enthusiastically for Crocker’s tastes. After a minute, he finally found her concealed arm in her boot. He stuffed it in his pants.
“Now let’s get you tied up in back,” he said, “MY PRETTY LITTLE PIGGIE.”
“Freeze!” came a deep female voice from the door.
The scion turned with Crocker still in his arms. At the door was a police officer with a gun. Crocker recognized the woman as her partner and apparently so did her captor.
“Terezi! Baby girl!” he cried.
“I’m not your infant human anymore, Gamzee,” Pyrope said.
“Do you two know each other?” Crocker asked.
“Long story!” they both replied.
“Gamzee Makara, you are under arrest for selling illegal substances and threatening an officer of the law.”
Gamzee shoved his gun into Crocker’s temple. “Up and try to arrest me and THIS JOINT WILL BE PAINTED WITH BLOOD.”
To Crocker’s amazement, Pyrope put away her gun.
“What are you doing?” Crocker asked, “Arrest this mountebank!”
“Sorry about this,” she answered.
Then Pyrope leapt up and kicked Gamzee’s gun out of his hand causing it to shoot the ceiling. Crocker had enough sense of mind to roll away. Before Gamzee could get his gun back, Pyrope trained her gun on his kneeling body.
“You are getting so many years for touching my partner,” she said.
“Girl, you were always SO DAMN UPTIGHT.”
“I’m only doing what’s right.”
“What’s right? Baby girl, what ‘bout that time in Tijuana where we got into...”
Crocker got up. “Mister Makara? You have the right to remain silent.”
Pyrope continued, “Anything you say will be used against you. Especially the baby girl shit.”
The two police officers arrested Gamzee Makara and managed to get his tall body in the backseat. Crocker took the wheel again. Before she started the car, she turned to her partner.
“Thank you so much, Miss Pyrope, for saving me!”
“It’s all part of my job.”
“I know, yet you’ve always been there for me, no matter how foolish a rookie I am.”
“You aren’t too foolish, Crocker, and you are pretty damn brave.”
“You’re gutsy too, and witty, and you have a sixth sense, and your fashion sense is queer but charming, and you are pretty and...”
“JUST KISS HER INSTEAD OF TALKIN’ HER TO DEATH!” Gamzee yelled from the back.
The two women turned their heads to the backseat. “SHUT UP, MAKARA!”
They turned back to look at each other. Crocker noticed Pyrope was blushing. The rookie didn’t think she’d ever seen Pyrope blush before.
“You can talk me to death later,” Pyrope said, “We’ll set up a date...Jane.”
In the end, Gamzee the Makara scion only got two years of prison. However, Jane and Terezi’s relationship lasted much much longer.