Hello, writers! This is my first story, so please be nice! Also, if you have any questions, or need characters in a pinch or anything like that, you can use mine. Just PM me first, and I'll read what's going on! Just trying to be nice here...okay I'm gonna shut up and get on with the story.

Unknown POV

I was still up, watching my favorite TV show, House M.D. Sure, it was late, around one in the morning, but I was a night owl. I was usually up reading, or watching TV. Surprisingly, I actually understood all these medical terms, even though science wasn't my favorite subject. Yes, I know, I'm a lame nineteen year old. Not going out with friends, sneaking into clubs, and stuff. Hey, Barnes And Nobel was my club. I'm completely happy this way.

Annabella was the science groupie out of us. Us being me, her and my little sister Miranda. She was always watching the science channel or something, she loved learning. Another thing I've learned about Annabella is she loved drawling, and singing. I had to admit, she was great at both. Better then what I've ever seen without auto-tune. She may be eighteen, but didn't act like a teenager very much. I believe that's the reason we're such great friends.

Annabella passed some of that knowledge down to Miranda, who also liked learning, yet also took some interests of mine. She loved staying up late, and doing things with me. I know I may not have been the best mother figure, but I felt bad, so I let her. I didn't wanna screw her up or anything. That thought always scared me. Then again, the girl plays with bugs, and tries to take home rats she finds on the streets. She's a six year old girl. That being said, I can't do any real damage, right?

I was about to put another episode of House on from our DVR, when I heard a gruff, rough, voice talk. It sounded right outside of our apartment. "Why is the boss so obsessed with these girls anyways?"

I groaned. I don't wanna deal with this right now. Believe it or not, today I acted like an adult and spent the entire day trying to get a job. I didn't want my dad to have to keep me around, lets just say I was doing things not child appropriate to keep this place. Same with Annabella. Well, money is money, right? That's all the landlord has to know. He's an asshole anyways.

I decided I'll be fast, then hit the hay like the girls. I picked up my Semi-automatic m1911 pistol. It was a black pistol, had some company engravings on it, and 1911 carved on the side as well.

I walked over to the door, making sure to take small, quite steps. Well, now or never.

I pulled the door open, and pointed it out the door. I seen two men. The one was dirty blonde, blue eyed, was about 5'7 maybe, and was really bulky. The other had black hair, a handlebar mustache, brown eyed, was like 5'11, really bulky, an all and out giant.

I grinned at them and said, "Well, boys, while we're here, why don't I learn who boss man is? Oh, and make it snappy." They looked at each other, and laughed.

As my blood began boiling, I heard the door open, and I got even madder. In the doorway, stood Miranda and Annabella. My sister was wearing her white nightgown that almost went to the floor, an her curly brown hair was loosely down.

Annabella was also wearing pjs. A shirt that said, "Science, bitches!" that had some equation below it, shorts, and her shoulder length blonde hair was tied back in a pony tail.

I officially felt weird in a way, under the anger and suspicion. I was wearing ripped black jeans, black boots, and a white tee shirt. I looked like some female spy or something with my gun.

"What's going on? I heard chortling." Annabella asked, as she glanced at our 'guests'. I seen Miranda wave out of the corner of my eye, but didn't stop her. I wasn't about to scare her. So far, they had no intentions to hurt us at this moment. They would have already, so I played it cool, and thought of a way to get Miranda inside without worrying her.

"Chortling? What the heck does chortling mean? Miranda, mind getting us a dictionary? The big book of words?" I asked, not taking my eyes fully of them.

Miranda went to move and open the door, and I let out a mental sigh of relief. Before Miranda was actually inside, I heard a click, and felt something on my neck. Suddenly, the world got dizzy, really dizzy.

I heard a louder sound; a gunshot. The bullet collided with my chest, and I felt myself fall. I could feel and kinda see the sticky, scarlet liquid, blood, already on me.

I heard yelling, and recognized another sound;our door slamming shut. Miranda and Annabella were inside. They may be okay. Thank god.

I went to grab my gun, but one of them hit me over the head with something. The last things I heard was our door swinging open, another gunshot, and my sister screaming for our neighbor to save her.

Skipper's POV

This case was complicated, I'll admit that. Yet, I had it. Sure, the killings had all taken place about an hour away, all the way in Kiryas Joel, but they were desperate. That's the reason they hired team penguin, the best detective agency in New York State.

It wasn't random killings like the NYPD thought, there was a link. A link, that I knew about. All the victims had a side job. The same side job. Telemarketing. Now I know those people were vexing in every way, I thought it myself. Yet, I would never take my anger out by murder.

Well, time to call the chief so he can make an arrest. I got up from my chair, and went to see my team. My lieutenant was a pretty big help in this case. He figured that the killer was bipolar, making him have random moments of anger. He was pretty much all the scientific knowledge we needed.

Kowalski Sokal was nineteen years old, but had the brains of a middle aged scientist. He had short back hair, was extremely pale, and tall as all hell. I blame his extreme paleness and height on some chemical testing when he was a baby. Having scientist parents had it's flaws, correct?

We already had the proof to convict, so time to contact the chief Mason Phillips. "Okay, I figured it out. Lets get to the station to get this son of a bitch locked up and throw away the key. Shall we?"

Private looked at me with worry in his eyes. He had black hair that he combed back all fancy, something not common for a fourteen year old. Blue eyes like the rest of us, and was pale, but no where near Kowalski pale.

Skippah," he said, using his fake accent. "What if he killed more workers? What if we're to late?"

Disgust filled my head. The way he killed all of those people was sick. I get they are annoying, but still. They didn't deserve to get stabbed, have their neck slit, the carvings on their arms that said, "Useless".

"He won't get the chance. Rico, get the car ready."

Rico also had blue eyes, but were often filled with a crazed look. Also, he was pretty tan, unlike the rest of us, and had a black Mohawk. He was nineteen as well.

"Okay Skipper!" He dashed outta the house to get the car started.

Kowalski was in the corner with his eyes glued to his phone. I walked up to him and said, "Kowalski, hand it over."

Kowalski sighed. "Fine..." He was texting his girlfriend Doris Blowhole most likely.

"Okay," I said. "Lets go catch a killer!"

Me? Skipper Grayson, aged twenty years old. My occupation is owning a detective agency that got it's start from helping the local police department. I look a lot like my teammates. Black hair blue eyes, but in not freakishly pale, or tan for that matter either. Average I guess.

I'll tell you this. My looks are the only thing average in my life.