This is my first chapter of my new story, so I hope you enjoy it! :)
"Alan, I'm cold." Alona Russell told her older brother as they walked side-by-side on the sidewalk.
"Here, keep this over you-" Alan Russell said, pulling off his jacket and draping it over her small shoulders, so that he was only wearing a long-sleeve shirt.
"Aren't you cold?" Alona asked him. She peered up at him, her big, grey-blue eyes bulging innocently. Her teeth were chattering beneath her small purple lips and Alan shook his head, although he really was cold.
"No, I'm fine." he assured her. Alona took his hand and leaned up against him as they walked.
"Are we almost there?" she asked. Alan nodded as they walked towards a small little restaurant with letters spelling "DINER" on the roof glowing white. They stood right outside of the little diner and Alan bent over and whispered to Alona,
"Ok, Alona, just wait right outside, okay? Stay out of people's way, okay?" Alona nodded, knowing the drill, and crept over and waited by the side of the diner as Alan went inside.
Alan walked in casually and once he found a target, he walked over to them, this target happening to be a man, and bumped into him, swiftly snatching his wallet out of his coat pocket as he did so.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Alan apologized, pretending to be incredibly sincere. Another man who was buying coffees to-go at the counter glanced over at him slightly before heading out the door.
"Just watch where you're going." the man grumbled. Alan nodded,
"I will, I'm sorry. Have a nice day, Sir." he told the man as he casually backed up towards the door.
"Teenagers." the man mumbled, completely unaware of the theft. He sat down at his table and called the waitress over to serve him. Alan turned just in front of the doors and pushed them open and walked out into the cold air. Alona popped her head around the corner of the building and Alan smiled and walked over to her.
"Did you get one?" Alona asked him as she joined him by his side. He leaned in a bit and revealed the wallet.
"Does this mean we get to eat?" she asked him.
"Sure does, kid." Alan assured her. Alona gave a slight smile and sighed with relief.
"Good, because I'm hungry." she said. Alan's smile froze in it's place and he fought to keep smiling.
"Me too, Alona, me too." he muttered. Alona grabbed his hand again and pulled his jacket over her more.
"Here you go, Nick." Hank Griffin said as he merely handed his partner and good friend, Nick Burkhardt, a nice, hot coffee.
"Thanks Hank." Nick said appreciatively. He gratefully took the coffee and sipped it slowly.
"So, any calls?" Hank asked him.
"Nope."
"I guess that's a good thing. Less crime and villains, less arresting and crime-fighting for me and you to do, huh?" Hank joked. Nick rolled his eyes and felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.
"Guess I spoke too soon." he said, grinning, as he answered his phone.
"Detective Burkhardt." Nick answered. He listened for a moment or so, then nodded.
"Ok, we'll be right there." he ended the call and stood up, grabbing his coat and coffee.
"Well, what have we got now?" Hank asked, grabbing his own coat and coffee.
"Well, no murders, but we got a small wallet-theft on our hands." Nick said as they walked out the Precinct doors.
"When did it happen?" Hank asked as he and Nick got in the car.
"Around 9:30-ish." Nick said as he fastened his seat belt.
"Do you think it's Wesen related?" Hank asked.
"Hank, it's a wallet-theft, not a triple homicide." Nick scoffed. Hank shrugged and fastened his own seat belt.
"You never know. Where did it happen?"
"That little diner down the road." Nick told him. Hank's jaw dropped slightly,
"Are you serious? Man, I was just there! That's where I bought our coffees!" Hank cried in shock.
"Well, aren't you lucky you didn't get robbed by Captain Wallet Thief." Nick teased.
"Haha." Hank snapped. Nick laughed,
"Oh come on Hank, it was probably nothing. Did you see anything when you were there?" he asked. Hank thought for a moment, then said,
"Just a clumsy teenager who bumped into some guy and got told off."
"Ah. Sounds like your high-school years." Nick smirked. Hank couldn't help himself from grinning.
"Just drive." he shot. Nick's smirk widened as they pulled up into the little diner.
"I swear I had my wallet when I came in. My wife made sure I had it, because sometimes I forget. I had it in my coat pocket, right here!" the man sputtered.
"So you say you had your wallet when you came in. Do you think you dropped it?" Nick questioned the man.
"You know what I think? I think that rotten teenager who came in here and bumped into me swiped it from my pocket!" the man cried angrily.
"What a minute-you were that guy that was in here when I was buying coffee." Hank acknowledged.
"Oh yeah, I saw you." the man murmured.
"That kid did look suspicious." Hank exclaimed.
"Ok so, what? We find the kid and question him about it?" Nick asked doubtfully. Hank shrugged and nodded.
"I guess so."
"You guess so! I thought you two were cops! You can't go around guessing things! Your job is to put the criminals in jail, and I'm telling you, that rotten teenager was a criminal!" the man shouted. Nick forced a smile and wafted his hands for the man to calm down.
"Sir, we know what our jobs are. Please, just calm down and let us do our jobs." he said. The man grumbled on about how bad the economy and everything was, and something about bad cops and rotten teenagers, but Nick and Hank ignored him and left.
"So how are we going to find this kid?" Nick asked Hank. Hank shrugged.
"Beats me. He comes in there often though. We should do a stakeout and wait until he comes back again." he suggested. Nick shot him a doubtful look,
"And what if he doesn't come back? He might not even live around here." Nick scoffed.
"Worth a shot." Hank chimed.
"Don't know about that." Nick said jokingly.
"C'mon, we'll just stakeout here tonight, and tomorrow morning, and if he doesn't show, then you come up with Plan B." Hank said. Nick rolled his eyes and pressed the gas pedal, pulling away from the diner.
"Hank, we've been sitting here for an hour. I don't even know what this kid looks like." Nick complained as he and Hank sat in their car across the street from the diner at 10:22PM.
"That's him!" Hank cried softly as he say a teenage boy, about sixteen or so with shaggy blonde hair hanging just over his eyes walked into the diner, glancing around before he entered.
"Are you sure?" Nick asked. Hank nodded, and Nick grabbed the door handle, but Hank grabbed his arm.
"Wait." he said, looking through the diner windows, watching the teenager. Nick sighed and released the handle and watched as well. The boy bumped into somebody, again, and Hank's jaw dropped. Nick raised his eyebrows, all traces of annoyance gone.
"I don't believe it." Hank murmured. They watched as the boy walked outside and they noticed him slip something into his pocket and start walking quickly. A little girl with wild blond hair popped out from besides the diner and joined his side. She had a small thin jacket on, and her pants were faded and torn at the knees and lower legs, definitely not suitable for the cold weather.
"That's our cue." Hank said quickly as he and Nick quickly got out of the car. They walked quickly across the street, and just as they reached the other side of the sidewalk, the little girl looked back and said something to the teenage-boy. The boy looked back over his shoulder and then he grabbed the little girl's arm and they started running down the sidewalk.
"Hey!" Hank cried as he and Nick picked up the pace and ran after them. Both of the kids were fast, and Hank and Nick were loosing them. Nick noticed they were heading towards the woods and he told Hank.
They took a short cut and found the two kids tearing through the trees, and they followed. Finally, they followed them to a little cabin. The kids ran inside and Nick assumed that they thought they'd lost them.
"Hank, you go around the back and I'll go around the front." Nick whispered to Hank and Hank nodded and reached down to his waist to pull out his gun, but Nick stopped him,
"Don't. They're just kids." he said. Hank crept around the back and Nick approached the front door, which was a little crooked. He rapped on the door lightly and waited for someone to open the door.
"Nick!" Hank cried from the back. Nick ran around the side just in time to see the boy leap out the window and take off, but Hank was right on his heels. Hank pounced and tackled the boy to the ground and pinned his arms behind his back.
"Check inside!" Hank ordered Nick. Nick kicked the door open, a flashlight in his hand, and waved the beam around, searching for anything suspicious. He came to a door at the end of the cabin and opened it. It was a small bedroom with one bed and a small pallet of moth-eaten blankets on the floor next to it. He walked cautiously towards the small door, which he knew was a closet, and opened it slowly. He shined the flashlight on the terrified face of a little girl who was crouched on the floor; the little girl he'd seen with the boy. Nick sighed with relief and dropped his hand away from his gun which he'd been prepared to grab.
"It's ok. I'm not going to hurt you. My name is Nick. I'm a cop. I'm here to help." He said gently. He reached out his hand to help the girl up, but she cowered away from him.
"Where's Alan?" she asked shakily. Nick, confused for a moment, realized that Alan must've been the older boy.
"He's ok. He's just outside. Come with me and we'll go see him." Nick said. The girl looked at him hesitantly for a moment, then she slowly took his hand and Nick lead her outside to where Hank stood clutching the boy's arm. The boy's hands were pinned behind his back with handcuffs, and the little girl instantly let go of Nick's hand and ran over and hurled herself at the boy, her brother.
"Alan!" she cried. She said it as though she hadn't seen him in years.
"Alright. We're taking you two back to the Precinct. We've got a few questions to ask." Hank said. Nick pried the girl off of her brother, Alan, and took her by the arm back to their car, which was still in the parking lot outside the diner.
I hope you guys liked the chapter and want to continue reading. I'll have chapter 2 up very shortly, so stay-well, not tuned, this isn't TV/Radio. I don't know, just don't stop reading please! :D
