I have high respect for cops :)

*Casey happened to be around at the time. Feeling bad for her fellow officer, she confronts them*
Casey: Excuse ms, what’s going on here?

*Tanner sighed in relief upon seeing you*
Man: *obviously a country bumpkin* Damn cops puttin tickets on my car!
Tanner: You were parked in the fire lane-
*The man spat on his uniform, but Tanner did nothing more than flinch*

Casey: Sir, you do understand that shoving someone, especially an officer, for no good reason is an assault charge, right?

Man: Nuh uh! I have rights!

Casey: You don’t have the right to assault an officer.

Man: cops ain't special! Their just stuck up assholes!

Casey: Sir, walk away now. I understand that getting a ticket is frustrating, but it is not worth an assault charge. Please move your car out of the fire lane.

Man: Whatever. We ain't done, boy. *he poked Tanner in the chest, then stormed off*

Casey: *turns to Tanner* First time?

Tanner: *brushes himself off* No. Well... Sort of. I've been yelled at before, but never physically.

Casey: Don’t be afraid. Just restrain them in an orderly fashion with no excessive force. Arrest if you have to.

Tanner: yeah... I just don't want to arrest anyone. I know its my job, but I dunno-

Casey: What’s your issue with arresting?

Tanner: ...My dad was framed, and murdered in prison.

Casey: *hugs him* Oh, I’m sorry for your loss… You aren’t framing anyone. If someone commits a crime, you arrest them, and something happens in prison, that’s not your fault.

Tanner: yeah... I guess your right.

Casey: Don’t let people assault or threaten you.

*as he was about to reply, the radio scratched out an address for a potential murder*

Casey: Let’s hurry. *runs to her car*

*he ran for his own, muttering*
Tanner: Damnit...

*they drive over there quickly*

(Do I smell the opportunity for a modern AU of Les Mis???)

(Yes indeed, my friend, you do.)

( h e h e y a y )
(I'm going to use mainly inspo from the book, as well as some of my own ~Artistic spin~ mainly on his physical appearance. if you want explanations as to why some of the choices were made, I'll totally explain them!)
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*Chief Police Officer Javert's eyes narrowed, the mismatch irises cold as he observed the scene. slightly shocking next to each other but beautiful on their own; the left one colored like a frozen pond,the palest of blues - so pale, in fact, that it almost looked white. The right one the color of fresh pine needles, a dark green flecked with little bits of brown and even little flecks of gold. On their own, they would’ve been captivating . . . *

*Together, they looked otherworldly. Ethereal. Inhuman, even*

*The Romani man's dark skin had continued to change even as he was simple in M-Ser-M, the once tiny speckles of white having grown into more spot-like patches. Now, instead of looking like he’d had little flecks of white paint splattered on his nose and cheeks, Javert’s face more resembled a fawn’s spots- except, unlike a fawn, his simply grew more present as he got older instead of disappearing. His hair had more than one white streak in it now, and the eyelashes on his left eye (the blue one) had turned white as well.*

Javert: *walking over* Is there a problem here?

(Oh love it! ...you made bro sound so hot like wtf)
Man: *holding Tanner by the front of his uniform* Damn cops puttin tickets on my car!!
Tanner: You rear ended a vehicle then parked a few feet away-
*the man spit in Tanners face, but the poor guy only reacted with a flinch*

*Javert grabbed the man by the wrist, squeezing tightly on a pressure point till the man let go*
Javert: *dryly* careful; continue like that and that’s an assault charge *the Roma’s voice was flat and it was clear by his tone that he really meant “Hands off now or I’ll make you let go”

Man: *he stepped back* Hey man, ill sue!

Javert: *flatly* and I’LL show the courts my body camera footage *Javert let go of the man’s hand and crossed his arms, tilting his head like a cat* what’re you planning on suing for anyhow?

Man: Touching me! Assault!!!

Javert: -_- de-escalation of a potentially harmful situation is not assault, Monsieur. Now, I would suggest that you go back to your car, take your ticket, and go on your way before you start accumulating even more serious charges *the chief officer took out a pad and a pen* what is your name?

Man: I ain't telling you!! *he hustled off*
*Tanner wiped his face with the inner collar of his shirt, sighing softly*

*Javert ‘tch’ed and shook his head, putting the pad and pen back in his uniform and turning to face Tanner*
Javert: are you alright? Mental, some people are *Gymont sniffed at Tanner's hand and licked it once, whining as if saying "you're sad? why you sad human?"*

*he looked embarrassed*
Tanner: Yes... Thank you, sir.

*Javert nodded, looking back to his car hearing a bark*
Javert: Gymont? *he started walking over, his caramel and cream skin making him look dappled like a cat. He looked in at his police dog, a frown on his face*

*he followed a few paces behind*

(I thought; y’know what, I might as well make Javert’s only friend- I mean horse his police dog since the Bobby don’t exactly ride horses much anymore)
*Gymont barked out the back window, where the man from before was swerving. Javert took out his pistol and quickly shot the man’s tires with pinpoint accuracy. He opened the car door and Gymont jumped out of the backseat, taking off to tackle the man’s tires if he got out*

*Tanner drew his gun as the man tried to run*

Javert: Freeze! Stop running and put your hands up! *Gymont growled and tackled the man, allowing Tanner and Javert to catch up. The Romani man looked at Gymont and nodded* Good boy, Gymont. Keep him down *the large police dog barked, tail wagging, as Javert kneeled down and began cuffing the man* You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law

*he called it in on his radio, not quite requesting backup yet*
*the man was muttering curse words*

*Javert rolled his eyes and resumed cuffing him*
Javert: *unperturbed* you have the right to an attorney; if you can’t afford one, one will be appointed for you *he looked at Gymont, who jumped off the man (maybe a little harder than he needed to) and sat beside him. Javert lifted the @sshole up and stood him up* Walk to the car. Tanner! Open the door to the backseat

*he did so quickly, no questions asked*

*Javert shoved the man in the backseat lifting up his legs and making sure they were in the car before he shut the door roughly. He muttered something and shook his head, rolling his eyes in exasperation. Truly, he didn’t understand people like this- then again, he didn’t quite understand PEOPLE either, so perhaps that was part of it too. he preferred animals, at least they were predictable. Maybe that’s why he liked Tanner as well; predictable asf once you knew him*
Javert: *tch-ing* do you reckon he’s drunk?

(Accurate.)

Tanner: *he sighed, wrinkling his nose a bit* Yes, I know he was. I could smell it when he was yelling at me. Along with the fact his pupils were dialated and he stumbled when walking over to me. *damn bro was observant*

*Javert blinked, his mismatched green and blue eyes large with surprise and a bit of- WAS THAT ADMIRATION?! FROM THE "STONE COLD" INSPECTOR JAVERT?!*
Javert: You're observant *it seemed to be a compliment (if that was even possible), and Gymont jumped back into the car in the driver's seat. Javert frowned at the dog, which wagged its tail and panted happily as his handler raised an eyebrow* Really? *Gymont barked, which made Javert roll his eyes* no, you're not sitting in my seat *Gymont whined but got out and walked around to where his cage/kennel side door was. the Romani police officer opened the door, allowing Gymont to jump inside it, and closed it before turning to Tanner* do you want to ride with me, or do you have your own vehicle with you?

Tanner: I was actually walking back from lunch, so a ride would be great. *crooked smile*

*Javert nodded and motioned for Tanner to join him in the passenger seat. he got into the driver's seat, started up the car, and began to drive towards the station. Gymont sat in his little box, eye level with the drunk man cuffed in the backseat next to him, separated by a metal panel and a mesh window. Javert looked back at the man a few times, just to make sure he was still sitting there, and wrinkled his nose in disgust*
Javert: *hissing* I don't believe this! he's asleep!

Tanner: Some people are ridiculous...

Javert: *irked* did you happen to get his license plate by any chance? I was too busy reading him his rights to remember

*he showed him his palm where it was hastily written*
Tanner: he snatched my notebook from me so I quickly wrote it elsewhere

*Javert nodded, but otherwise had no reaction. he turned into the station lot and parked the car. he slid out and opened the door to let Gymont out before walking around to the other side and opening the door where the cuffed, drunken man slept*
Javert: oi, wake up

Man: *grunt* What..??

Javert: we're at the station. now, unless you want me to call out one of my larger officers to carry you inside as if your legs have broke, stand up and walk inside

Some art of ✨Artistic License✨ Javert

WTF WAIT THATS SO GOOD

tyyyy

Man: I don’t need yalls help. *He got out and started walking, purposely bumping into Tanner so he’d stumble*

(I made a few Gymonts, which do you like best?)

*Javert, who was holding the man's cuffed hands, pressed his nail into a pressure point, the jab from the sharp cartilage sending a shock through his arm. Gymont grabbed the back of Tanner's uniform and pulled him back upright, growling at the drunk all the while*
Javert: *dangerously low* stop it *a hint of an accent slipped through the Romani man's voice, a sort of slur in the back of his throat that made him sound like he was growling. y'know that, paired with his vitiligo and complete heterochromia, might've gotten him called a demon if they weren't in the 21st century- then again, people are cruel to those who are different from them even now, but I digress*

(Ooh their all so cute!!! I like bottom right tho)

*the man grumbled and tanner whispered*
Tanner: Jeez what did I do...

*Javert passed off the drunk to another officer- a much larger, more burly officer (although that wasn't really something out of the ordinary, considering Javert had the tall, thin proportions of a child's doll), and turned to Tanner*
Javert: *frowning* you gave him a ~ticket~, nothing more. he's got absolutely no reason to be this angry with you *the chief policeman bent down to pet his dog, who wagged his tail and panted happily* some people just don't like the police; it's as simple as that. one thing they don't like, and they're sending complaints to Monsieur le Maire about how "the police are forcing me to do such and such unjustly"

Tanner: Were just doing our jobs...

Javert: life is unfair, hence you learn to live with it *Javert tilted his head in thought, his eyes reflecting the florescent lights of the police station* I've already accepted that there is always going to be someone in the situation that is displeased with my decision, no matter what decision it is I choose to enact. makes it a lot easier when that situation does arise *there's an almost hollow look in the man's eyes as he says that, his tone firm, yet quiet. Gymont whined and rested his head on his handler's knee, who pet the dog absentmindedly*

Tanner: that's pretty profound...

Javert: *raising an eyebrow* it wasn't meant to be *suddenly, his phone rang, and he stood up. he looked at the caller ID and straightened, looking back at Tanner for a quick moment* excuse me *the caramel and cream skinned man then answered his phone, Gymont going over to Tanner to continue getting pets* Hello, Monsieur le Maire. Is there a problem?

*he shifted on his feet a bit, his boots suddenly seeming very intresting*

Javert: *pacing* yes, Monsieur . . . what? . . . is this problem immediate? . . . ok, I understand. au revoir *Javert ended the call, pocketing his phone, and patted his leg once* Gymont, car *the dog stood up and pushed his way outside towards his handler's car* I'm sorry, Tanner, I'll be right back

Tanner: *worried* I-Is something wrong? Can I help-?

Javert: no, it’s- no, I don’t believe so . . . *One thing to note about Chief Police Officer Javert is that he couldn’t lie for shit; his eyes always darted off to the side, if even for a moment, and he fidgeted with the white eyelashes on his left eye in an attempt to play off his avoidance of eye contact. And let’s just say that if Javert WASN’T lying right now, then pigs would be flying*

Tanner: I can see it in your posture. Your lying.

*Javert scowled, bi-colored eyes cold and intimidating, before sighing and rolling his eyes*
Javert: fine, yes, SOMETHING is going on that you don’t need to be dragged into

Tanner: fine. I won't force my help on you. But if you need it, im willing.

*Javert gave Tanner a nod of thanks before going out to his car, letting Gymont climb in before getting in and driving towards the Monsieur Madeline’s home. He called the Mayor back, putting him on speaker as he drove*
Javert: you believe that Fantine woman’s child is being kept, where exactly?

Mayor: I believe its: {super neato adress yadda yadda}

Javert: alright, Monsieur Madeleine, I'll go retrieve her *Javert turned onto the highway towards Montfermeil, reaching back to unlock Gymont's side door to let the dog be closer to him. Javert paused, hesitating for a moment, before deciding 'f**k it' and speaking again* Monsieur le Maire? are you sure this is the best course of action? what if she's not being mistreated? I cannot make an arrest, nor seize the child without probable cause . . .

(A wild Valjean has appeared!)

(Woah :0)

Mayor: I'm certain, Javert. Very certain.

*The Romani policeman nodded, then remembered that Madeleine was not actually there to see him nod, and replied*
Javert: very well, Monsieur Madeleine. I shall report to you after I acquire the child- IF, I acquire the child *Gymont whined as the car turned into Montfermeil, clearly distrusting the sketchy bar/inn they pulled up too. Javert parked the car, started to get out, looked back at Gymont, and sighed* If I bring you with me, will you behave? *Gymont barks happily, tail wagging, and almost nods. Javert rolls his mismatched "demon eyes", unlocks Gymont's door, and grabs the police dog's leash* Behave *the caramel and cream skinned man knocked on the door, tapping his foot impatiantly*

*a nasty looking man opened the door and answered with a grunt*

Javert: *nodding to him* Bonsoir, Monsieur. are you Virgil Thénardier?

Man: No- their inside.

Javert: I see. may I come in and talk with them? *due to the law, it had to be worded as a question, although Javert's ice cold eyes didn't leave much room for the answer "no"*

(...Bish I am the sea.)

Man: You a copper? *he raised an eyebrow*

(AHHHH I LOVE IT!)

Javert: *annoyed* yes *the man's left eye twitched; the blue one, with the white eyelashes that made them look like they were covered in a layer of frost. Gymont suddenly began sniffing the air, drawing Javert's attention* GymONT! *the large dog started forward, catching his handler off guard. Javert watched his dog try and get inside, tracking- something, he wasn't quite sure what at the moment, but it had to be something serious. He looked at the man with a frigid expression* Any illegal substances inside there that you're hiding?

(Lol, tysm. I gotta redo my announcement template now tho :<)

*he looked nervous*
Man: ...no.

(the sacrifices you must make to be amazing)

*Javert looked at him like -_- before nonchalantly letting go of Gymont's leash, allowing him to run inside*
Javert: *dryly* whoops *the chief officer then went inside to get his dog, following the trained fuzzball to where he paused at a wall, sitting there like he was trained to do when a scent ends. Javert kneeled down next to his pup, giving it a small pat on the head and dropping his voice to a whisper* good boy. keep an eye on the patrons for me, oui? *Gymont nodded, turning around to watch Javert's blind spots. the Roma stood up, looking around with cold eyes* Who is the owner of this establishment?

(Bro that's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me)
*they all pointed to a person in the corner of the room*

*Javert's eye twitched again, clearly beginning to get agitated with the situation. he walked over to Thénardier, crossing his arms and giving him a dark, cold look*
Javert: You're Thénardier?

*the person chuckled darkly, nodding*

Javert: *scowling* Monsieur Thénardier, do you want to explain to me why you have slightly over 8.5 KILOGRAMS of CRYSTALLIZED METHAMPHETAMINE hidden in your wall?

(Well go***mn can I get some of that-)

Thénardier: I don’t have to explain anything to you, plus, how do you know I know anything?
*two guys stepped in front of the exit, blocking it*

(STOP, I’M DYING)
(sorry for deleting and replying so much, I had some French words I needed to correct. also, I just did the conversion math, and 8.5 kilos is equivalent to 18.739 lbs 0-0)

*Gymont barked, growling at the two men ferociously. The giant dog’s low growl resounded through the room, making Javert cast a sharp glance behind him to see the two men. His bi-colored eyes widened, if not only slightly, as something clicked. He checked calmly to make sure the audio was turned on on his bodycam, looking around as he spoke into his radio* Ici l'agent Javert, je dois placer un code 10. Je suis au Waterloo Inn à Montfermeil, juste à côté de l'autoroute *Javert’s tone, while still serious, had a bit of dry humor slipped into it that only someone like Tanner or Monsieur Madeleine would notice (which, with Javert, wasn’t always a good sign- more often than not, it mean he was trying to appear nonchalant in whatever setting he was in* Le suspect a environ 8,5 kilogrammes de méthamphétamine dans ses murs, donc je suis sûr à 90 % que la plupart des gens dans ce trou à rats sont sous l'influence d'au moins UNE certaine substance. Je ne sais pas encore si quelqu'un est armé, mais je ne serais pas surpris qu'il le soit. Soyez prudent à votre arrivée. *Javert turned back to Thénardier and took out a notepad* I hope you are aware that 8.5 is much higher than the legal amount to be holding for Methamphetamine

(*aggressive snorting noises* EuHh?)

Thénardier: Tell me something I don't know...

Javert: *scowling* why do you have so much meth in your possession? around children, no less, because I know for a fact you have at least one child in your care

(Sorry, no more drug jokes :<)
Thénardier: It makes good money. Plus, the kid isn’t ever near it.

(Ty)

*Javert just started, blinking for a few minutes like; ō_ô u_u ō_ô*
Javert: . . . Well, at least you’re being honest with me. Stand up for me please. put your hands behind your back *Gymont looked back for a second before returning his gaze to the men blocking the door, a low growl emanating from his throat*

Thénardier: that wont be happening. We have something you want. Fight back and we kill him.
*another man stepped behind Javert*

(Do you want me to include the translation in the comment at the bottom?)

*Javert whipped around almost immediately as Gymont barked, surging forwards and biting the man right in the fleshy nerve part behind the knee. Javert pulled out his gun and backed away, shouting into his radio* 10-99 ! J'ai un 10-51 à Montfermeil! Les armes sont sorties, et il n'y a que moi et mon chien! 10-99! *Javert looked back between the many men, and almost immediately knew he was screwed. sure, he was an excellent marksmen and had his personally trained police dog with him, but he was only that; one man, and a dog. he cursed himself for being so stupid. why hadn't he taken Tanner with him?! than at least he would've had a better chance!* Get down on the ground, and put your hands behind your back! Get on the ground!

*a man grabs Javerts arm, the other one screams like a girl, trying to get da dawg away*

*Javert yanked his arm back, but because he had what Martin Martin (another officer) liked to call "bird bones", AKA thin, skinny, lightweight arms, he wasn't quite strong enough to pull out of the hold. so, he went with a different course of action;*
*Pointing the gun right at the man's head*

*Suddenly, Thénardier stood, pointing a gun at Javert*

*Javert shifted to pass his gun to his other hand, withdrawing his BUG (Back up gun) and pointing that at Thénardier*
Javert: *calmly* let's not blow this out of proportion, shall we? *the dark skinned man's voice sounded smooth and calm, but inside, his heart was racing. cmon, cmon! Where was his backup?!*

*People pounded on the door, but the locks held firm*
Thénardier: Haha, funny. *he cocked the gun*

*Javert's eyes flicked towards the door, and even though he wasn't looking at Gymont, the dog seemed to understand. quick as a flash, the Doberman mix ran towards the door, barking and trying to un-stick the locks. but Javert froze. no, no, he was too out in the open, he could get shot, he needed to stop barking, he's drawing too much attention-*

Thénardier: *warningly* Shut him up.

*Javert watched as his dog continued to bark, frozen. he tried to speak, but there was no sound. his heart pounded, a ringing playing in his ears. his walkie-talkie sounded, but he didn't make out the words. stop barking, G0ddammit, STOP BARKING!*

*suddenly, the back door opened. Tanner walked in with his gun, followed by several other officers*

*Javert blinked, springing back to motion and kicking his captor in the back of the knee, pushing backwards to basically get him on the floor. Gymont barked happily seeing Tanner and ran over to his owner to help with the big man holding Javert's arm. Javert, who hadn't ENTIRELY thought through the logic/physics of his plan and ended up hitting his head on the hard floor, shifted from his position on the ground to look at Thénardier. he closed his blue eye, the blood running down his face making his white eyelashes become crimson red, took aim for the innkeeper's foot, and pulled the trigger*

(And yes plzzz)

(XD oki doki)

Translation 1 (The one earlier talking about meth): This is Officer Javert, I need to place a Code 10. I'm at the Waterloo Inn in Montfermeil, right off the highway. The suspect has about 8.5 kilograms of methamphetamine in his walls, so I'm 90% sure most of the people in this shithole are under the influence of at least ONE substance. I don't know if anyone is armed yet, but I wouldn't be surprised if they are. Be careful when you arrive.

Translation 2: 10-99! I have a 10-51 in Montfermeil! The guns are drawn, and it's just me and my dog! 10-99!

Code 10 = I need officer assistance quickly, but I'm not dying yet
10-99 = I NEED HELP WHERE THE -QUACK- ARE YOU GUYS?!

(Tysm bruv ;-;)

(No problem mate!)

*surprisingly, it hit. He jumped, then darted, limping as he tried to flee. Tanner sent some men on him, then knelt beside Javert*
Tanner: oh god- chief-

*The dark skinned man shook his head, eyes not entirely focusing as a few droplets of blood flew off his heavily bleeding forehead. He sat up, clutching his head with a hand and groaning. Gymont whimpered, licking Javert’s face to try and clean it of blood*
Javert: hjfbk- Gymont-! knock it off, dumb dog! *Javert pushed the whining dog away from his face to look at Tanner, expression unreadable* thank you for responding quickly. I should've let you come the first time

*he pulled emergency gauze from his belt, something he wasn't required to have but always did, and pressed it against the wound*
Tanner: Its okay. I understand. I wouldn't have let me come either.

*Javert seemed a bit annoyed being patched up by someone else, looking off to the side before blinking a bit in surprise upon making eye contact with a pair of big blue eyes*
Javert: Tanner, there’re kids in the corner. I only knew of one kid in Thénardier’s care

*his eyes widen, looking over*
Tanner: Hold that on your head, ill go check on them.

(right, ready for some book lore?)

*hiding in the corner were 6 children; three girls between the ages of 10 to 7, two twin 5-year-old boys, and a toddler that couldn't've been more than 2. now, 5 of the 6 kids looked like they could be related to Thénardier (some more so than others, but such is the way of genetics), but the oldest girl didn't look anything like the rest at all; wispy blonde hair and pale blue eyes, she was the one holding the toddler in her arms. the second eldest, definitely one of Thénardier's, was trying to shush the twins, one of whom was on the verge of tears and the other who was trying to get the attention of Gymont with the youngest girl's help. the little blonde looked up at Tanner as they all fell silent, yet the children seemed calm enough to signal that this wasn't too crazy of a scenario for them*

(Oh yeah)

*he approached slowly, talking softly*
Tanner: hey there. I won't hurt you.

(The Thénardiers actually do have 5 confirmed children; Eponine, Azelma, two unnamed boys, and Gavroche. so since I'm using more book lore than Musical lore, Cosette is living in essentially a crack house with 5 other children all under the age of 10)

*The second oldest, a girl with messy brown ringlets and green eyes, scowled up at the officer distrustingly*
Eponine: You just shot my papa. why the hell should I believe you? *Javert, who was a few feet away and within listening distance, actually snickered and brought his free hand up to hide his smile*

(Dang)

Tanner: *glancing back at Javert* I'm sorry. He was about to kill a innocent man who wanted to help you. Your papa won't die.

*the toddler looked over at Javert, who was not only still smiling slightly, but also stemming his bleeding wound and wrangling his dog, and pointed a finger gun at the chief officer*
Gavroche: *grinning* stick went pow! pow!
Cosette: *gently* yes, Gavroche, he had a gun. but you shouldn't do that at an officer, ok? *One of the boys pulled on Tanner's sleeve and pointed at Javert*
Luc: Why's he look so weird? he's all patchy looking

*he winced inwardly, then spoke kindly to them*
Tanner: My friend has a special condition with his skin that makes him look a bit different. Personally, I find it cool. *he closed the clip that held his gun, to further prove he wasn’t a threat*

Luc: *frowning* he looks like his puppy. Brown, tan, spotty, and patchy
Éponine: *sharply* Luc!
Luc: *huffing* whaaaaat? I’m just saying’ what he looks like! *the other 4 year old had stopped crying and was just sniffling now, staring up at his bickering brother and sister. Cosette winced and put a hand on Luc’s shoulder*
Cosette: what 'Ponine means to say is that you shouldn’t describe people as ‘brown’ *Tanner supposed he shouldn’t’ve been surprised by the racism, seeing the household these kids had lived in for probably their whole lives, but it was still a little jarring coming from a little 4 year old. At least the older kids were trying to correct it? The youngest girl slowly pulled on the officer’s shirt, her voice meek and slow*
Azelma: are you going to take us away?

*he looked at her, his gaze and voice softening*
Tanner: I'm afraid I have to-

Azelma: is Papa going to jail? *Cosette stood up with Gavroche, followed by a reluctant Éponine and Azelma. Luc pulled his twin up, still having a glare-off with his eldest sister*