A/N: So, I'm starting this story of as rated T, though it may upgrade to M, I'm not sure yet. But I definitely will be sure to give notice if I do. This story is all supernatural and spooky, "oooo" (hint hint), though you won't be seeing too much of that in early chapters.
This is an Modern Alternate Universe- in which Arthur is a PI, at Camelot. And then he and his team are tested with a case at a mysterious skiing resort, where they soon meet an equally intriguing boy.
I hope you enjoy the first chapter! Please review thoughts/comments/questions! I've already typed most of the second chapter, so it should be up shortly.
Cheers!
There wasn't a case that Camelot didn't solve. Whether it varied from the location of a lost cat to a scandalously public affair, there was no doubt that Arthur would try his up-most to see it through. Unfortunately, the name Pendragon was well-known in more than one district, and more in a notorious notion than one would desire. Uther Pendragon was a prestigious tyrant, the head of a gang which knew no bounds in the city. He was very wealthy, and very powerful. So, you'd imagine it was quite the scandal when his only son took sides with the law, one he liked to keep on the low tabloids.
As it was, Arthur was this man's son, certainly not by choice. Yet, his background instantly put a black spot on his record. A spot that bled through so blatantly, that no matter what school he went to, no matter the amount of hours he put into social services- he would not be allowed onto the force. Too much top-secret documentation, too much at stake to risk upon the entry of a spy. Being anything but, Arthur had received the highest levels in his tests, and despaired over this news- but not for long.
In retaliation, Arthur created his own agency- Camelot. He became a Private Investigator, hired for a reasonable sum, to look into matters that were more delicate than most. Or even just cases that weren't "worth" the force's energy or budget. It wasn't long until the business grew, given Arthur's time and dedication, and with it came new faces. All who worked at Camelot were misfits in some way or another, but each had their own specialized skill. Lancelot, was a lawyer, whom had been fired from his last firm from sabotaging a huge case... Even though he simply saved an innocent man from a life-time of imprisonment. Gaius was an old college professor, laid off into early retirement, he specialized in the sciences, often their forensic specialist. Gwaine was once a police officer, but was fired for his hot head, and reckless behavior.
It was funny, how quickly Arthur could fondly call this peculiar group of misfits his family. They could get fed up with each other, particularly Gwaine whom never gave him a moment's peace, but underneath it all, they deeply cared for each other.
There was a gentle rap on the other side of the office's door. Arthur had rewarded himself with his own personal space, besides the common room, where they spent most of their time, he often went into his office, rather a small square space with a desk crammed into it, to think. He could see the silhouette of his secretary, Guinevere, through the thick paned glass. "Come in," mumbled, rubbing the his tired eyes.
"You're in early, Arthur," says Gwen fondly, presenting him with a hot cup of steaming coffee.
Instantly, he sits up straight, holding out his hands to receive the cup and saucer, with much gratitude. Gwen was absolutely his favorite employ, simply because she did things like this without being told. She quickly caught onto his caffeine addiction, brewing a fresh pot every morning. She had actually been one of his clients at one time, asking him to save her father from being framed for fraud. Almost instantly, her and Lancelot hit it off, and after the case was solved, Arthur offered her a position- which she gladly accepted.
"Haven't been to bed yet," he confessed after sipping some of the black brew, letting it settle into his aching, tired bones.
"Blimey, pulling another all nighter?" called Gwaine from the lobby, obviously eavesdropping from the sofa. He sat there with his own cup of coffee, munching on a chocolate donut.
Arthur was a workaholic. In the past, he may of attempted to deny the fact, but it would be a white lie. His life was encased around his office. When he had cases he would work beyond the clock to figure a solution... When he didn't he still stayed late, finishing up paper work, bills, play rolls, and all those little figures. And Gwaine, since coming to Camelot, had at some point, took on the unannounced job of forcing Arthur into a social life- outside of work. He'd try to drag him to the pub, for a drink, which, very rarely, Arthur would oblige to.
Gwen ignored the comment that came from behind, and placed on her best motherly scowl, "you need to get sleep, you won't be any good to us a zombie."
"God knows, you already look like one!"
"Gwaine!" comes a unison cry of annoyance. He simply chuckles, and carries on eating.
"I understand," Arthur surrendered, with a half smile, and rubbed the stubble that was rooting on his chin. "But, nothing in this case makes sense. Five disappearances, all in the same location, a skiing resort. Yet, no witness, no evidence of another person being there. Their belongs are just left, dumped there in their room. They left with notice to anybody, even though they were all, well behaved college students. It just, makes no sense. There is not the slimiest piece of evidence to point to."
Gwen looks down at the stack of papers on Arthur's desk, full of his own notes. The work he had poured over tirelessly, and still- no lead. "I'll pack the bags," she announces, and turns to leave the office.
From the lobby Gwaine groans in protest, through a mouthful of donut, "what? Seriously? Can't we go another time? I have a date tonight!"
Arthur simply smiles as Gwen closes his door and begins to reprimand Gwaine from the other end... This is why he loves her.
