And the cupboards were bare

by Headwig1010

So poor little Gumshoe had none. Detectives never had high salaries but few could get lower than detective Gumshoes. "In fact it's a wonder he isn't paying to work" is a common joke heard around the precinct. Not that it does Gumshoe any harm right? After all his pay can't really be that bad can it. I mean how would he eat? The answers simple. He doesn't. (Abandoned)

1. Starvation mode

Gumshoe's heart sank. His cupboards were bare. Again. This must have been the 3rd day in a row where the detective had come home from work ,exhausted and bruised (if Miss Von Karma had her way) to find his cupboards empty. Gumshoe sighed, disheartened and turned away from the cupboard as it taunted him and studied his small flat.

Well small was being kind Gumshoe thought tiny would be better really. The wallpaper was a rather sickly yellow, peeling in most places revealing the shoddy brick work behind. The carpet was threadbare and discoloured catching on the corners of the room. A single bed was pushed clumsily against the wall, a little too short for Gumshoe to stretch his legs probably. Against the opposite wall perched precariously on an old dresser was a small TV with 5 whole channels Gumshoe thought with a smile.

It ain't much but at least it's secure. Gumshoe then walked over to his bed slumping down on it heavily with a small huff glancing out of the grimy window into the city bellow. One day pal we'll have steak every night and then I can take everyone else out to eat for once. Gumshoe's stomach rumbled sadly at the thought of food. Now none of that Gumshoe admonished himself we've got a lot of work to do tomorrow pal. Mr Edgeworths got a big case on his hands and he'll need all the help he can get. With that in mind Gumshoe quickly changed into his old pyjamas and slid under the thin covers falling into a deep sleep to the sound of his grumbling stomach.