Hi guys, I adopted this story from Rivers of Angelic Roses so I'd like to give her credit for the following :

Michelle Demming

Greg Jackson

Montrose

Jayson Pierce

Goldie

Honey Milk

Twelfth Precinct

And the idea

I changed some of their background history so if things seem different that's why, besides the fact I'm writing it now. I thought hers was a bit rushed so I'm going to try to explain my version a little bit better, I hope you guys enjoy it :)

Michelle Demming, inheriter of a major fashion business that she doesn't even want. Michelle thought, throwing down her majorly suckish designs for the winter months. She stood up from her small wooden desk that resided in her office, and walked across the hall into her bedroom.

She grabbed her police uniform and started to put it on. If your thinking a girls police uniform your wrong. She'd been hit on by so many of her subordinates so many times for wearing a skirt she decided now that she was a detective, the job she truly wanted, she wasn't going to be anyone's Barbie doll. So she got a boys uniform.

Buttoning up the solid black pants she grabbed her also black jacket she headed out of her two story house, grabbing a thick file off her kitchen counter on her way out.

After a few peaceful moments in her car her cell phone rang.

" Hello?" she asked.

" Demming it's Montrose, we got a murder down in 7th street, you coming?" Montrose asked.

" Yeah I'm on my way, what about Jackson?"

" He's coming too." Montrose replied.

Michelle hung up the phone.

Montrose and Jackson were her subordinates, Greg Jackson, age 32, and Montrose, age 34. If your wondering why Greg has a first and last name and Montrose doesn't is because Montrose was named after his dad, whom he hated for an unknown reason, and so nobody knows his real name except his Mother and Sister. Whose whereabouts are again unknown to me. Specifically, they were specified unspecifically " around here " with the wave of his finger in several different directions.

Ah subordinates, very modest aren't they?

Michelle pulled out of her drive way, partially concealed by woods, and pulled out onto the highway that lead to 7th street.

7th Street

Michelle got out of her car and flashed her respectively owned badge at a cop guarding the yellow tape line before crossing under it and walking up to Montrose.

" What do we have?" Michelle asked.

" Male, aproximently 35-40 years old. We think this is a state alchemist that goes by the name of Kimbly ." Montrose replied.

" I see, whats the cause of death?" she asked.

" We aren't sure but, it looks like alchemy to me." Montrose replied.

Michelle eyed him," And just what do you know about Alchemy?"

" I know some stuff." He sighed standing up," You wanna grab Jackson and get some coffee?"

" Sure." Michelle and Montrose headed over to a nearby phone booth where Jackson was talking,"….. well honey its not my fault I have to work… I promise to make it up to you….. yes I promise….. Love you too…..bye." he sighed glumly setting the phone on its resting place in the phone booth," I need some honey milk to calm my nerves." Jackson sighed.

" Honey Milk? Dude that's so gay." Montrose teased.

" Is not!" Jackson whined.

Michelle ignored them," Come on Honey Milk lets get some coffee."

Montrose died laughing," That's so cold Demming!" Jackson cried.

" Yeah yeah, just like Montroses sense of direction." Michelle commented.

Motrose stopped laughing," That only happened once!"

" Haha!" Jackson pointed at Montrose.

Montrose stuck his tongue out at Jackson.

" Hey guys." Michelle tapped their shoulder," Guys!" she yelled.

The threesome looked over at a kid sneaking past the guards and running up to the body.

Michelle and her posse walked up behind the kid. He was short, blonde and had a weird symbol on the back of his coat.

" Damn that bastard. Now whats he plaing at?" the kid muttered.

" What are you doing here?" Michelle asked.

Edward turned around," What do you know?" he growled.

" Who are you?" Michelle asked.

The blonde kid looked mad," I'm the state alchemist Edward Elric , what happened? What do you know?" he asked.

Montrose stepped forward," Where's your pocket watch?"

" Pocket watch Montrose really?" Michelle asked.

" All state alchemists are required to carry a state issued pocket watch. Where is yours?" Montrose askei guysd again.

Edward dug into his pocket," It's- ahh!" he gasped pulling out just a regular chain," Ahhh!" he gasped.

" THAT BASTARD!" Edward yelled running off in the other direction screaming," Colonel Bastard and Lieutenant Bastard get ready to get your ass kicked!" yelled running off in the other direction.

"What was that about?" Jackson asked.

" I don't know but I intend to find out." Michelle said," Montrose, come with me." Michelle montioned.

" Right." Montrose nodded.

"Wait for me!" Jackson cried running after them," What about my honey milk!"

There it is guys, first chapter, filler guess, duh :) anyway, please review! Sorry it was so short guys, after being grounded I have a lot to catch up, I'll update as soon as possible!