Hey guys!
First of all ... I know long time no see ... school is so crazy right now, giving me presentations and tests at the same day ...
But I'm trying ... and hope I can upload a new chap from "Those baby blue eyes" tomorrow, because I know (from reliable sources XD) that some of you are suffering from withdrawal symptoms ;D

About "Freeze":
I uesed to be a huge AJ Styles fan (talking about his time in the WWE), but recently he seemed to have changed his attitued (or in other words, he turned into a huge asshole! Just like his former tag-team-oartner Y2J)
I mean first this beat-up-Cena and now Dean! And when it comes to Dean ... That's going beyond a joke for me!
I'm so pissed right now, I literally thought about taking all the fan-article - I ever owned - from AJ, putting them into a trash can and litting them all on fire!
(But of course that's not what I really did. I put them all in a cartoon and well ... let's see what happend XD ...
Oh and of course - why else should I bother you with my weird issues, if not for revealing my intensions for a story :D - I wrote this story to at least get rid of a bit of my frustration!)
I also had Roman as a cop in my mind, since a while now and that's how the whole story started in my head :D

Thanks for reading this not so short comment of mine ;D
And now enjoy *heart*

"Freeze!" Roman shouted, while he was pointing his loaded gun at the fleeing man, causing the shorter guy to lose speed until he came to a full halt in the backstreet. "Drop the knife and slowly put your hands behind your head!", the Samoan commanded in a firm voice, slowly coming closer, the gun still raised in his hands.
"Are you deaf Styles!?", he growled, not letting the serial killer out of side. "I said drop the knife and put your damn hands beneath your head!", Roman yelled putting the barrel of his gun right against the back of AJ's head.
"Come on big dog.", the murderer laughed psychotic, "You think that little gun of yours frightens me? You think you can get me? Did you forget that I blew down John freaking Cena?!" A sadistic smirk came upon Styles face, hearing Roman growling loudly behind him, when the name of his killed captain fell.
"Get on your knees you bastard." The Samoan hissed dangerously, while he was placing an aimed kick into the hollow of AJ's knee, causing the criminal to involuntarily obey the cop's orders with a groan.
"Why so angry?", Styles asked innocently, failing to see his current situation as life threating, because he knew how desperately Roman needed him alive, "Don't you remember, I'm the only person who knows where their bodied are right now?" A satisfied grin lay on psychopath's face, hearing the tall man's mad snorting.
"You disgust me Styles." Roman growled, thinking about all the people who had fallen prey to the murderer.
"I disgust you?", AJ laughed bitterly, "I think you are more disgusted by yourself, because you're just too pathetic to get the job done." He imperceptibly had tightened his grip around the knife, planning his escape route through the next side road, which was only a couple of meters away from them.
Suddenly the criminal smirked, before he turned around quickly, trying to hit the gun out of Roman's hand. But the Samoan was stronger than AJ had thought, fending off the other man's left hand, before he placed the gun right on the killer's forehead.
"Not so fast Styles." Roman growled, glaring right into the man's eyes.
"Oh, looks like I underestimate you a bit.", the smaller man mumbled with pretended appreciation in his voice. "But this changes nothing at the fact that you won't dare to pull that trigger.", AJ grinned and used the moment to lunge out with the knife in his right hand, aiming for the cop's thigh. Roman quickly avoided the attack with a step backwards, causing the blade to miss his muscle only with an inch.
"See you next time big dog!" The criminal gave him a cheeky smile and jumped to his feet. Then he quickly turned into the side road, entraining the considerable amount of trash - stacked against the wall - giving the Samoan not enough view for an accurate shot.
"Damn it!" The black haired man swore, dodging a trash can, which was falling right towards him.
"Dean!" Roman spoke into his mobile radio, "He's running into your direction!"
"Copy that." His partner answered, quickening his steps, "Let's meet in the middle then."

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"Styles! It's over, put the knife down!" The Samoan roared, slowly coming closer.
"What are you talking about man?" AJ laughed psychotically, tightening his grip around Dean's head. Somehow the killer had managed to disarm the blonde and had him under his control now. "Don't you see your little friend's quiet … unpleasant situation?" Styles knife was moving dangerously close to Dean's throat, giving AJ the sweet feeling of power.
"Woaw easy, easy Styles.", Roman said, stopping a few meters away from them.
"Wait, you're telling me to slow down? What about you slowing down instead, big man!?", The criminal ordered, "Put your gun down! Now!" He dragged Dean a bit away from his partner, waiting from Roman to nicely obey his orders.

"Good, very good. Look what a good man your partner is." AJ murmured into the blonde's ear, watching how Roman first threw the gun aside, before he slowly raised his empty hands.
"Okay Styles gun is gone, now let my partner go." The tall man said through clenched teeth, carefully taking a few steps towards them.
"That you two can defeat and arrest me?"A dry laughter left his lips and Dean could feel the cold blade touching his throat, "I don't think so …"

Thanks for reading :). Hope you liked the first chap of this.
I see you in the reviews *heart*