Author's Note: Hello! This is a jackrabbit AU where Jack and Bunnymund are detectives, they are all human and there is no magic in this story. Hope you enjoy!

Warning: Contains strong-language, M/M slash and violence. M-Content.

Chapter One

"You got to be bloody kiddin' me?"

Aster E. Bunnymund scowled at the man sitting across from him. He had a strong impulse to jump across the desk and punch the other man. He clenched his fists and resisted the urge. Beating the Captain would hardly bode well for his career.

Instead he drew in a steadying breath. "I don't need a partner. We've been through this Captain."

Captain North sighed, taking a drag off his cigar. The big Russian leaned over his desk and picked up a file. He slapped it down in front of Aster. "You need new partner. It has been nearly a year now. Each time I place you with new partner they barely last the week!" The Captain's left eye twitched, a clear sign of frustration.

Aster loosened his tie and grumbled, "It's not my fault they couldn't hack it."

"The hell it isn't!" North's eye was really twitching now. "I have received orders from up top."

Oh great. Aster gritted his teeth and waited for the other shoe to drop.

"He's been transferred in. Very promising. Top marks across the board." The Captain smashed out his cigar in the ashtray on his desk.

Transferred in? In other words they wanted to get rid of him. "Yea, so what's wrong with him?"

North stiffened before giving Aster the look. Aster had seen it a hundred times. It was the 'you're fucking pushing it' look. Aster sat up in his seat, refusing to be intimated. He'd stared down cold-blooded murderers without so much as a flicker of fear. Besides the big Russian reminded him too much of Santa Clause with his white beard and affinity for wearing red dress shirts.

"He is bit of a trouble maker," North finally admitted.

"I knew it! You're slappin' me with some wet behind the ears ankle biter." Aster threw his hands up in frustration.

"He is your new partner. End of story. He will be here in few hours. Read his file." North dismissed him with a wave of his hand, effectively ending the conversation.

Fan-fucking-tastic!

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Jack Frost stood in the middle of his new precinct holding a cardboard box, completely dumbfounded. The place was half empty aside from a few officers and a couple bookies. He felt as if he'd just stepped into a time vortex. His old precinct had been pumping with activity. But this place...it had a weird stillness that was rather unsettling.

An older officer walked by him, his nose buried in a file.

Jack reached out, trying to stop him. "Excuse me?"

The older man simply shrugged him off with an, "I'm busy kid", and went about his way. Awesome, making friends already Jackie-boy. Scratching the back of his head Jack approached another officer sitting behind his desk, typing furiously at his keyboard. "Excuse me?"

The officer blinked a few times before looking up at Jack behind a thick pair of glasses. "What's up?"

"I'm looking for a Detective Aster."

The man's eyes narrowed briefly before he let out a snort of laughter. "You must be the new partner. Good luck kid. He's over there, at the back." He jerked his chin in the general direction. "With the long hair and tats."

"Thanks." Jack followed the officer's directions, his eyes landing on a man hunched over his desk. He gave a soft gasp at the sight.

His new partner was hot! Unbelievable hot. Long black hair was tied loosely into a pony tail, stray strands escaping to cascade around his face. He was wearing a white dress shirt, the top buttons undone, revealing a lightly tanned collarbone, and a dark blue tie. The soft fabric of his shirt pulled taut over an athletic build, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His forearms had intricate black tattoo patterns running along his skin and up underneath his shirt. He wore a dark leather shoulder holster and Jack couldn't help but appreciate how good it looked stretched over his toned shoulders.

Walking over Jack stood awkwardly next to Aster's desk, holding his box of meager office files. "Excuse me?"

Aster didn't bother to look up before barking, "What is it?"

Holy hell! Really. Hot. Accent. His partner was Australian! Jack cleared his throat and told himself to get a grip. "I'm Jack Frost. Your new partner."

"Uh huh." Aster still didn't bother to look up, scribbling in a file. After an awkward moment of Jack simply gawking at the man he finally asked, "Ya just gonna stand there?"

"Uh…No." Jack looked around, noticing a few empty desks. "Do I just sit anywhere?"

Aster gave an exasperated sigh before glancing up at Jack. His eyes widened briefly, before his face became stone hard and unreadable so quickly Jack wasn't sure if he'd imagined it. But damn, did he have nice eyes! They were the purest green Jack had ever seen.

"Just take the desk next t'me," Aster ordered curtly before returning to his paper work.

"Okay sure." Jack set his box down on the empty desk and asked casually, "Is it usually this quiet?"

"We actually bloody go out and work around here, Frost. Don't just sit around at a desk all day," Aster snapped.

Jack raised a brow at his harsh tone. Obviously the man had a problem with him. Unfortunately for the hot Australian he wasn't the type to take shit. "Oh yea? They all a bunch of dicks too?"

That got his attention. Aster's head shot up as he glared at Jack. "What was that?"

"I think you heard me." Jack crossed his arms over his chest, not about to back down.

"Oh, I heard ya alright." Aster stood up, his tall frame unfolding with the grace of a cat. He had to be at least six foot two. And he looked dangerous as hell with his long hair and tattoos. "Ya want t'start somethin', mate?"

Jack scowled up the man. "You're the one giving me attitude. I've only been here five fucking minutes, man."

Aster pursed his lips together and glared down at Jack. "Listen up. I don't need a partner and I don't want a partner, especially not one with your reputation." Jack balked as Aster continued, "But if I'm going t'be stuck with ya then you might as well make yourself useful." Snatching up a thick file he slapped it down on Jack's desk. "Our current case. Get familiar with it. If I need help I'll let ya know."

Jack scowled. "So that's it then. Not going to even try to get to know me before you pass judgment?"

"I read your file." Aster scoffed. "I've seen all I need t'know."

That pissed him off. "Yea, well I've read yours! Including how your partner…" Jack never got to finish his sentence before a fist flew into his mouth, sending him crashing to his desk.

Aster stood over him breathing hard, green eyes snapping with fury. "Don't ya ever mention my partner t'me again!"

Jack blinked up at him, his lower lip throbbing.

Aster snorted, snatching up his coat and stomping for the door. "You comin' Frost?"