Just Another Day on the Force….. Or is it?

Chapter 1

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!, the alarm clock blared into the young detectives ears. The young detective groaned and slapped the alarm clock until it went off. He wanted to sleep for just a few more hours but he knew that today was too important to miss. Slowly he got up and started his day.

Stretching his toned muscles, he walked over to the adjacent bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. His sandy blonde hair was tousled from last night's sleep, and he looked a bit blurry probably because he left his glasses at the bedside table, but other than that he looked a bit tired, that's all.

Next, he went into the shower hoping that it would wake him up. After the almost 30 minute shower, he felt almost immediately better for one thing he wasn't that tired anymore. Using the towel to dry his hair, he saw out of the corner of his eye that he only had 10 minutes to get out of the apartment and get to the station.

His eyes widened, cursing he threw the towel down on the bathroom floor and ran towards the closet doors. Once he got there he looked through his closet and grabbed his new work suit and a pair of his favorite patriotic boxers and got dressed, leaving the suit jacket off and carrying it over his shoulder. He then swiftly turned around and sped towards the door leading to his living room and kitchen. Then all of a sudden BAM!, he ran into the wall next to the door. In the rush to get out of the apartment, he must've forgotten his glasses. Groaning from the pain stabbing his whole body, he regained his composure and got up to walk over to his nightstand and grab his glasses.

Smiling slightly when he could see again, he once again raced over to the door, grabbing his gun, holster, and badge from a drawer on his way out. He turned around and locked the door behind him. He went down a few flights of stairs before exiting his building through the front doors, walking to his Mustang he had bought with his own money which he had been saving for years, and driving off to the station.

"Alfred Jones! My office, now!" commanded the chief of police, pointing to her office.

Jones sighed, he had just finished running/walking into the building before the chief called him. He put his black suit jacket on, and then slid the holster with the gun on his belt loop along with his badge before walking into the lion's den. "Yes sir you needed me?" he asked trying not to upset her more.

The chief lifted up her head, which had been bent over a pile of paperwork, her strait, medium length brown hair fell just above her shoulders. Her face revealed a relatively young woman, maybe in her mid to late 20s, Jones wondered how a young woman like her could land a job as a chief. Her blue eyes landed on him, almost sizing up the new detective, before smiling and saying, "Please, have a seat. I need to debrief you about this important case. I need to ask you one question before we begin: Are you ready for your first case?"

Jones sat down in one of the chiefs plush chairs before answering, in a determined voice, "I'm really ready, sir. I've been waiting for this for a long time!". He threw in one of his classic smiles just to sweeten the deal.

The chief smiled back slightly and handed him a copy of the case file. "Good. Well then, recently two of our own has gone missing. One of them, Matthew Williams, was a lot like you actually, and not just because you look incredibly like him, but he was a rising detective and a well known cop. The other, Arthur Kirkland, well, he was in this position last before I came and took his place after we knew for sure he was missing. He was a well known chief and also an awesome detective. I need you and your partner and preferably get them back alive. Also, if needed, catch a glimpse of the sons of bitches who got them in the first place!" she said, every-so-often gesturing to the case board to give him a picture of the situation at hand, "Oh and this investigation is a big deal to us so any resources you need, just ask and well be sure to get them for you.", she added on at the last second.

Jones smirked, "Of course I will! I'll get your people back no problem!" he said, standing up about to leave before realizing he didn't even know who his new partner was. "Oh and who's my partner?"

"Gilbert Beilshmidt, the guy who just walked in. I think you'll get along with each other awesomely.", she said nodding her head in the direction of the door. Alfred Jones turned around and faced his new partner.

Hey Guys! Writer here! Well How do you like it? I kinda want to know because its my first story *que confetti*. I've been wanting to actually post something for a while now but i never got the chance to do it. :/ Anyway I hope you enjoyed! Review/ Comment it plz! Im trying to make my writing better. Oh and ill try to have the next chapter up in the next few days (it'll be less boring i promise.)! Night peoples, have a awesome day... or night... whatever it is where you live. Now im off to do actual homework...

~ThatAwesomeHeroPsychicWriter