#so jaime has just been skimming money from the company to give bonuses

[eryiscrye]

for zootopia: even if you write just one scene, I would love to read it. why not the scene where they meet? Brienne finds herself putting almonds in the street despite herself. She sees Jaime, helps her, then realizes that she was tricked. He then tells her that she will never be a real policeman. even if you don't write it, thanks for your answer, i love the way you write

Sorry this took so long. It isn’t quite their first meeting, but I think it was a fun scenario and definitely follows what you suggested happened above :D. Tried to sneak in little rabbit and fox terminology in too to tie it back to Zootopia cause why not? :p I was originally going to also include the next scene where Jaime would drag Brienne into a brothel to find Tyrion and she would be mortified, but I thought this would be a better ending point for now

Brienne clenched her jaw as she pulled the old, beat up, and wheezing unmarked car up against the curb. Tarly had probably issued the decrepit thing to her in the hope that it would blow up while she was still in it, that bastard. She knew that she stuck out like a sore thumb in the ritzy part of King’s Landing, where BMW’s, Mercedes’, and the occasional Aston Martin dominated the streets. But she had a reason for being here, and that reason had taken note of her arrival. 

Jaime Lannister, golden haired, green eyed, and still as handsome as they came, was seated at a table on the edge of the terrace of King’s Landing most lavish whiskey bar. A tumbler filled with amber liquid was cradled in one of his hands, and just the way that he sat, all casual dominance, made him look like he owned part of the world. But that was the snag; he didn’t, his father did.

Brienne threw open the car door with some effort, the hinge screeching with rust, and unfolded herself. She could feel Jaime’s eyes appraising her and when she turned back to look at him, a smirk was indeed on his lips. She wasn’t wearing her uniform, but she knew that she stuck out just as much as her car did in her boot cut jeans, ratty T-shirt, and baggy leather jacket. She closed the door with a slam and rounded the car, taking the several strides needed to reach him. Although she stood and he continued to sit, the rise of the terrace brought them face-to-face. He leaned towards her, his eyes predatory, “Well, if it isn’t Doe-Eyes, the meter maid from Tarth.” 

Brienne’s eye twitched, but she held her composure by biting the inside of her cheek. Catelyn Stark and her missing daughter were more important than this obnoxious asshole. “My name is Brienne Tarth, not Doe-Eyes,” she managed without sneering.

Jaime leaned back, pleased, “What brings you to my part of town, Doe-Eyes?”

“I’m looking for Tyrion Lannister.”

Jaime’s eyebrows pulled together before they quickly smoothed out again. It seemed there was some truth to the rumour that Jaime Lannister actually cared about someone. She still didn’t really believe it. “And why is that?”

“I need to talk to him.”

“I still don’t hear a why,” Jaime replied smoothly. 

Brienne’s eyes narrowed. She tried to assess whether or not he knew what she was going to say, but it seemed he was genuinely curious why she would be interested in his disinherited, dwarf brother. “I’ve found a connection between him and a missing girl.”

Jaime huffed in laughter, “I can’t help you even if I wanted to.”

She noted the tightening of his hand around his crystal tumbler. She had always thought the rich and terrible would be better liars. “I think you can.”

“Even if I could, why would I, Doe-Eyes?”

Jaime was obviously expecting her to be vexed, and she really did enjoy the expression of shock and then suspicion that washed over his face when instead she rounded towards the stairs to the terrace and then took a seat in front of him. Brienne leaned in, and pulled out from inside her leather jacket, flashing her gun and badge at him all the while, a folder packed nearly to bursting. “I think you’ll find, that you’ll have no choice.”

Jaime’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the nondescript manila folder. Brienne pulled out a pen, clicked it, and Jaime’s eyes came back up to meet hers.

“You see Jaime, your father covers his tracks astoundingly well. The country knows that he’s complicit in illegal dealings, but not a single person has ever and I’m sure will ever be able to pin him for it,” Brienne paused and then the corner of her lip tugged upward as she gestured at him, “You though. You think you’re just as a conniving tod as your old man, but you’re not. I found your tracks easily and with just a little bit more work I could put a crack in the Lannister empire using the Lannister heir. Wouldn’t that be embarrassing?”

Brienne watched as Jaime’s nostrils flared. “I don’t believe you have a single shred of proof, Doe-Eyes.”

“You sure about that?”

Jaime sneered, “At best, you’ll get me for embezzlement.”

Brienne’s whole body relaxed as she clicked her pen. “You’re right. And at worst I have you saying it.”

Jaime’s eyes widened as his eyes flashed towards the instrument in her hand. He shifted forwards as though to grab it from her hand.

Brienne slid backwards, and kept him out of reach, “Unless you’re willing to kill me, which would be highly illegal and would very easily be traced back to you no matter who you hire, this is mine. You can have it back in 48 hours.”

Jaime gritted his teeth and Brienne wondered if killing her had even crossed his mind, “Why 48 hours?”

Brienne couldn’t help the slight fall of her shoulders, “Well… after that… I guess I’ll just be the maid back on Tarth.”