So, Hank “don” Pines, right? Typically mafia boss he ends up with a few policeguys in his pocket, so to say. Typically Hank, it is completely, absolutely not on purpose.
The new-ish supernatural division of the Portland police sends some high ranking officers to have a chat with Hank after hearing some rumors about a rapidly growing actual mafia, mostly to give the impression that they’re doing something. Hank might or might not understand why they’re there, but he senses no hostility and therefore invites the two guys in for dinner.
The guys were hoping to stay detached and proffesional, but this is Hank we’re talking about, so that ambition dies with rather extreme immediacy. Things never really have the time to get awkward before they get friendly.
The guys have a better time than they’ve had for a long time. They get more and better advice about how to police the supernatural than they’ve gotten since they opened the division, and they get all the info they could ever want, because of course they talk about family, and the guys talk about wives and kids and whatnot, and Hank and Vivi talk about the Dinner Crew.
Later, as they’re driving back, the driver suddenly pulls over as the last two hours hit him for real, and all he can say is: “that man really is a mob boss, isn’t he?” And his partner can only agree (with a few mutters of “damn, he’s good” thrown in), because they learned enough over dinner to maybe even have the beginning of a case against him.
And they just sort of sit there in silence for several minutes before agreeing that no, no they’re not going to turn him in.
I mean, he’s Hank. Arresting him would just be wrong.
Yeah.
Also, there’s the whole mafia thing.
Right! Yeah, that too!
Better not have ourselves killed or something, right?
Right.
It takes them about a quarter of an hour to realise and make peace with the fact that they’re now technically dirty cops.
It takes Hank way, way longer to realise the same.
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