I'm starting a bunch of new stories- I really like the plot to this one and have a lot of it already planned out, except a title! So please leave recommendations and reviews!
"Hey Puck, what are you doing here? Isn't it your day off?"
"Baby, there's no days off."
Well, yes there were, Sundays. That was his only day off. And they called him in at 6 in the fucking morning on a Sunday.
She smiled and began making his coffee, "Got a big case you working on?"
"No idea, the president better be getting assassinated for me to be up this early on a Sunday" he pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes a little.
She laughed and put the lid on his coffee and handed it to him, "Well you have a nice day Puck"
"Thank you baby" he handed her the money and put in a tip, "And it's detective Puckerman for you alright?"
"Detective Puckerman, I was just looking for you" Puck's partner, Joey ran up to him while he was clocking in
"Morning Joe, on a fucking Sunday" he put his time card in his slot "Wanna tell me why I was called in"
"Chief of police is here, asked specifically for you"
He grabbed his coffee from a cabinet he had placed it on, "of fucking course" Puck walked to the room as Joey followed behind
"You know it seemed pretty important, he refused to let me take it down-"
Puck swiped his card and opened the door, tired of listening to Joey ramble on, "Chief, how you doing?"
"Oh Puckerman just call me Randall, it's good to see you again. Take a seat, I have something I'd like to show you" He looked to Joey, "You don't have to be here for this"
"Oh, no problem sir" Joey went stepped out and closed the door quietly
Puck laughed and leaned forward, "So, you know Sunday is my day off, right?"
Chief Randall pulled out his computer and adjusted his glasses, he was old with gray hair, a husky voice and a huge badge in his hand, "I was told."
Puck took a sip of his coffee, "Someone better have been fucking killed"
"Two actually" he turned the computer "execution style"
"That's the lot over on Sutton right?"
"Mhm, Victim 1, Finn Hudson, 25, killed 3 weeks ago, said he was going to the bar to see a football game- never came back."
"Who's the chick?" He said pointing to the other picture of a blonde women dead on the floor in a periwinkle sweater
"Judy Fabray," he went to the next slide of a picture of her, "She was 48, went missing last week, body was found two days ago"
"In an abandoned lot?"
"Mhm"
"So what do these two have in common?"
"Russell Fabray" he flipped the slid
"Oh that's fucking..." He leaned back in his chair "Lima's old money family"
"Correct, Judy is his wife, apparently he's been cheating for years and she filed for divorce about 3 months ago,"
"No prenup?"
"No"
"'Course." He took another sip of coffee, "What about this Hudson"
"He worked for him, but apparently was sleeping with his daughter"
"Hm"
"Quinn Fabray, she got into Yale, full ride, graduated high school a year early has an IQ of over 140" he flipped the slide to a blonde with green eyes and a beautiful smile
Puck leaned forward, "She's cute, you think she might have something to do with it?"
"I think she has a lot to do with it, Russell Fabray doesn't have it in him to kill 2 people"
"You think she did it?"
"Yep or at least I think she just told him how to get away with it, I've spoken to the family before, briefly. She's very close with her father." He went through the slides of pictures of evidence and analyses but closed the computer, "So, I need you to go undercover, she's doing a presentation at William Mckinley High School about the significance of a College degree-"
"Im not down with posing as a student it's not fucking 21 jump street"
He rolled his eyes, "We have connections with a staff member, Mr Shue and you can pose as a TA."
"Yeah but what do you want me to do"
"Take the girl out for a drink, try to weave information out about her, her relationship to the two victims, gain her trust first. Try and get anything, a diary a note, pictures, anything. We're gonna have a mike on you at all times"
"So what you want me to be her new boyfriend" he asked sipping a coffee
He shrugged, "Whatever it takes to figure out who did this and if they're gonna do it again. Just become a part of her life"
"Do I act like I know about her moms murder, she's worth 10 fucking million everyone's probably heard"
"Nope, you know absolutely nothing about these cases to her, wait for her to tell you. This is your first solo case Puckerman, I trust you."
He nodded, "don't worry about it boss"
He began to write on a sheet of paper "Here's the address of the school" he handed it to him "Ask for William Shuester he knows you're coming in tomorrow, he said Quinn will definitely be coming into his office, make sure you click instantly"
Puck smirked, "Will do chief, is there any other evidence from the crime scenes, or you're just going on a hunch"
"No DNA, nothing, just the back of an earring"
Pick laughed a little "Is that why you think it's a female?"
"I've spoken to Russell a number of times, he would've been caught with bloody fucking hands if he did it"
Puck laughed, he's seen him on TV before, he was a fucking idiot, just old money, didn't work hard or anything. Just one of those guys that got shit handed to him.
"I wish he did it so I could lock him up" the chief said while looking at the picture of him, "fucking pig"
Puck smirked, "Alright Chief" he stood up and stuck out his hand, "Thank you for assigning me this case"
The chief of police shook his hand, "don't disappoint me, Noah"
"Never."
