"A thief is a creative artist who takes his prey in style, but a detective is nothing more than a critic who follows their footsteps"

The park was in ruins, and not for the 1st time.

For the past couple of weeks, since the nylock began showing up, different areas of the city had been reduced to rubble. It was around the 5th time that the city's park had been put in such as state. God only knew how the counsel could afford to put everything right again in such as short amount of time.

Of course, all of the damage caused could directly put to the extravagant battles the nylock have with the city's mysterious protectors, the Power Rangers. If it weren't for their mega-zord battles, no damage would be made at all. However, no one ever complained about the damage caused by the Rangers, for everyone knew that they would be far worse off without their help and protection.

However, it would help everyone in the city for the people to know the true identity of these protectors, so that they would be able to thank them personally, and to ask them to tone down the battles a bit.

After around a month of these battles had passed, the counsel decided to ask professional help to seek out these Rangers, so they requested a small, select group of police officers to do some snooping. Thus far, they have found nothing.

Currently, the small group were inspecting the park for any clues, anything that could lead to the revealing of the Rangers identity's. A man around 20 years old was crouching over a small pile of rubble, and failed to notice the approach of a woman, looking to be around the same age as him, with a determined expression on her face.

"Detective Harry McAnderson, found anything?" Asked the woman, catching him unawares, and making the man jump. He turned to look at her.

The woman looked to be tall, though was probably only regular height, and elevated by her high-heeled shoes. She wore a pair of dark blue jeans, a plain white tank top, an over them a long, black trench coat. She had long black hair, tightly platted out of her face, and showed no signs of any form of makeup on her face, not even a twinge of mascara around her green eyes. In short, she was nothing like any of the women he had seen in the police station.

"Excuse me, but…who are you?" He asked with a light Irish accent, sceptically looking at the woman in front of him, as he rose to his feet.

"Detective Cassidy Turman, I have just been assigned to this case." She said, shaking his hand. "I have heard many things about your work, Detective McAnderson. May you please inform me on what information your team had gathered so far, I will work from there."

Harry was hesitant to answer, he was well known within his unit of being the 'Child prodigy, and he knew he was well known as an upcoming detective. However, he and his team had been working on the case for e few weeks now, and have found no clues. Eventually, he replied to Cassidy, in his most confident voice "I am afraid that we have not discovered, well, anything since the case began. We have only the basic information. That the 'Rangers' were originally a group of 5, then expanded to 6 with the entrance of a gold Ranger. They battle the nylock and protect the city and the people in it from them. They use unique skills passed down from parent to child to wield their weapons. Also-"

He was cut short by a sharp kick by Cassidy, apparently not pleased by the news.

"What?" she questioned, bending over the crumpled man that lay on the floor, who was clutching his shin "You haven't found out anything? You are useless! Despite the fact that you are clearly competent, Mr 'Child prodigy' you can't even figure out the identity of a few spandex-wearing lunatics! No wonder I was assigned this case, it's going nowhere!"

"What were you assigned to do, anyway?" Harry asked, helping himself up, trying not to further injure his shin

"You, Harry, are my colleague." She replied, helping him up with a sharp tug "I will be working with you and commanding your team alongside you. My job is to progress this case and to find these peoples identities before the end of the year. Got it?"

"Yes Ma'am." He said, standing up straight. He was slightly taller than she was, with short brown hair and hazel eyes. He wore a plain white shirt, with black trousers and suspenders, though now his face was one of masked pain. The woman knew how to kick.

He thought about what she had just said, it was January, which meant that if her target was accurate, they would be working on the case up until new year. One year seemed sufficient time to discover the Rangers identities, though his team were going nowhere currently. It was possible, though it would only be if the team could get along, as task that would be difficult judging by their first encounter.

"I hope we can get along" She said, looking around the park. Harry was about to reply when yet another explosion was heard from the other side of town.

Cassidy turned to the direction of the explosion, and began walking.

"W-wait! Where are you going? Their in the middle of a battle!" He yelled, hesitating slightly before jogging up to her.

"Well, you certainly are not getting any clues by sitting around, rummaging through all that rubble" she said, indicating to the small clusters of people around them, who were frantically removing stones and mounds of earth for any evidence "My methods are very different to yours, Detective McAnderson. I think the frontal approach will be effective in this situation, don't you agree?"

"But, that's-"

"I know." She replied "But this is how I work, will you follow me?" The last phrase she said more as a statement rather than a question, already walking away from him and towards the action.

He had non choice, the woman was going to get herself killed. He reluctantly grabbed his briefcase of tools from the ground, and followed her.

This is a new project of mine, whilst working on my Fairy Tail fic, this one will be updated irregularly (I am afraid, but I guarantee at least once a week), and their will be 12 chapters, one for each month in the year. Any tips? Advice? Comments? Tell me, I can't improve if you don't tell me what you think.

If you are not sure about this fic, keep reading till next chapter, try it out! Thanks!