A/N: Well here we are, new series, and in a genre I love. Noire! This takes place in the 1940s (more specifically around 1947). Warning: There will be extreme racism and sexism. That is just how those times were.

Chapter 1: Hit

"Say, Marc, what brand is this pill?" The vice detective asked his partner, passing the cigarette to him. The former man, looked out the window, his light brown eyes looking at the dark neighborhood in which they were parked in.

"Lucky Strike, Jean," His partner replied, putting the cigarette in between his lips and sucking. He blew the smoke out the window into the night sky, "It's Lucky Strike."

Jean wrinkled his nose, "I was always a Camel kind of fella."

Jean's partner snorted, "Did your wife get you onto those?"

"No, Marco. I liked them before I met her. The war got me onto them."

"How is Mikasa anyway?"

Jean ran a hand through his ash-brown hair, "Great...she is doing great…bitchin' at times, but that's because of the baby, so I let it go."

"How many months does she have left?"

"If I remember correctly...three, I believe..."

"Wow...it was as if it was yesterday that you two got married."

"Yeah...sorry I couldn't make you best man, Marc. The bride just had to have her brother be it."

"Don't worry about it, J. Just make me best man at your next one."

The two detectives shared a laugh, passing the cigarette between each other. Jean gave Marco his cigarette, pointing ahead, "That's our guy."

Marco's light brown eyes followed the sleezy-looking man, "What's his name?"

"Flegel...uh...Reeves. Flegel Reeves."

"What signal will he give when it's time to bust?"

"He will enter the bathroom and turn the light on and off three times, three seconds apart."

"Then we can bust these sex and drug dealers?"

"Damn straight."

"Are the cops around?"

"They are hidden, in their cars, ready to come out when we give the go ahead."

"Alright, alright...everything is good then." Marco sighed, blowing smoke out while flicking the cigarette away.

Flegel stood in front of the target house, adjusting his tie and breathing deep before walking up to the door. He raised his fist and knocked on the door gently, looking over his shoulder and seeing the detectives in their car, a red Cadillac Series 62 Convertible with the hood up, just to make sure they were there.

The door opened, revealing a black man, hands clasped together as he looked down at the white man. Their mouths moved, words were exchanged, and Flegel was allowed entrance.

The two detectives waited in silence, the suspense building up as their four eyes stayed on bathroom window.

Suddenly, a flash of light appeared, and was gone just as fast as it came. Jean counted to three. 1...2...3-there it is! Another flash of light! They just needed one more.

1...2...3…

The light flashed for a third and final time.

Jean nodded to his partner, "Let's move, Marc!" He said, reaching in the back seat and pulling out his green fedora to place it on his head, sliding his fingers across the rim. Marco pulled off his tan fedora and smoothed his parted black hair before placing it back on.

They both opened the doors, got out, and slammed them together. As they walked across the street, they reached into their jackets and pulled out their pistols. Jean raised a finger in the air and twirled it around. Instantly police vehicles drove down the street, their sirens wailing along the way, the sound piercing the air.

As Jean and Marco ran up to the front door, they could hear the men inside shouting, "Da coppahs ah here!" "It's da black and white!" "Hide that, hide it!"

Jean and Marco took cover on both sides of the door, looking as the cops backed them up, with their revolvers and shotguns at the ready.

The two detectives looked at each other. They nodded and Jean stepped out of cover and kicked the door open. The two detectives, as well as plenty of police officers, stormed the small house, aiming guns at every man inside, who held their hands up, shouting, "Watch it with the gat, man!" "Put the bean shooter away!" "Get that gun outta mah face!"

Jean pointed Marco to a room, "Check that room! Anything illegal, reefers, dope, anything, bring it out to the main room, I am gonna check this room! One of you guys get Flegel out of the bathroom!" He said, walking down a hall towards what should be the bedroom.

When he reached the door, he took a step back and kicked the door open.

"Found something!" He heard his partner shout.

Jean looked around the room he was in. Walking over to some drawers, he opened one and began to rummage through it, "What'dya find?" He shouted back, pushing aside some underwear.

"Some Reefers! Some cocaine! And…oh, lookie here! Some hop!"

"Only some?"

"Yup!"

Jean sighed, pulling the drawer out before walking out to the main room, his hands on his hips. He looked down, "No...no way! There is more! I have heard about tons of drugs in this household! Where is it?" He turned to one of the criminals "Come on, you bunch of fucking negroes, tell me!"

One man shook his head, "I have no idea what you are talking about!"

"And the children?"

"What children?"

"Another thing I have heard. You guys are running a child prostitution ring. Where is it?"

"Come on, man, that's a bum rap!"

Jean turned around, waving his arm around, "Tear this place up! There has to be some sort of secret door, or some shit!"

The police officers not watching the criminals nodded, "Yes, sir!"

They pulled out drawers, pulled books off of shelves, pulled down paintings, turning the whole place into a mess.

Marco walked over to a carpet, crouching down and pulling it out of the way to reveal a wooden trap door, "Jean, I got something!"

Jean walked over, looking down at the trap door, he smiled, gesturing for his friend to open it, "You may have the honors."

Marco smiled and opened the trapdoor, pulling his angle-head flashlight out and turning it on, looking at the subterranean part of the house. He then put the flashlight in his suit pocket and climbed down the ladder.

Jean waited, when he heard his partner's voice, "Jean, come down here, you want to see this!"

The lighter haired man pulled out an angle-head flashlight and also put it in his suit pocket before he climbed down the ladder. When he reached the bottom, he turned around and pulled out the flashlight, aiming it around the room. In one corner, laid the rest of the drugs on one table. And in the other corner, a sight that made his eyes widen.

Children of all different colors and genders were huddled up in a corner, looking afraid. He walked over and crouched down in front of them, "Don't worry, kids, you're safe now."

He stood up and looked at Marco, "This will get those negroes down for a long time."


"So how's the baby, M?" The brunette detective asked, his green eyes looking over at his partner, an older man with short, straight black hair and wearing a white button up shirt with a grey vest and a leather shoulder holster crossing his back, holding both his Colt under one shoulder and magazines under another. He was working on papers at his desk in front of the former detective as he sat at his desk, phone in hand. The sounds of a storm were rumbling through the sky.

"Ugh...do you realize how much a Kirschtein baby kicks? I hate it!...but I love the baby, thank you for asking…"

"Jean is treating you right? Like a lady? Like his wife?"

"Of course, Eren, he is the perfect gentleman. How has he been treating you, vice to homicide?"

"Like an ass, but I can get used to it. Vice and homicide always tease." Eren saw his partner look over his shoulder at the younger one, a lit cigarette in his mouth, his sharp grey eyes cocking an eyebrow at Eren's conversation before shaking his head, grunting and getting back to his work.

"So Eren...any ladies in your life?"

Eren glanced at his partner again before he picked up the rotary receiver and stood up, turning around the corner as his desk was close to one of the two doorways in the detective room. He leaned against the wall next to the detective room entrance and pulled the phone back up to his ear, "No...no I do not, Mikasa. I am just...not ready…"

"Eren, it's been two years. I know it's hard to get back into civilian life, I saw Jean go through it when he got back from Germany three years ago. But he got over it and is soon to become the father of your nephew."

"Not blood related, remember that."

"It counts, Eren, we are still family, even if I am a completely different race."

"Half-different race. Your father was part German, remember?"

"Whatever, Mr. Jaeger! The point still stands! You need to get over the war, and find a nice girl. Go to a club or...something…"

Eren laughed, looking down at his dark blue pinstripe vest, red tie, white button up shirt, dark blue slacks, and brown leather shoes, "Yeah...no way am I doing that…"

He heard Mikasa laugh, then grunt, "Oh god...fucking hate this kid right now...but I love it too…"

Eren smiled, "Well anyway, I should get going. At anytime, I could be needed."

"Alright, Detective Jaeger, good luck!"

"Thanks! You too!"

And with that, Eren put the phone back on the receiver, ending the call. He sighed and turned back around the corner to see his partner looking at him, cigarette in between his two fingers, giving a slight grin, "Having lady troubles, Eren?" He asked before putting the cigarette back in his mouth.

Eren sighed and placed the rotary phone down on his desk, sitting at his chair. He reached into his dark blue jacket hanging from the coat hanger on his wall, pulled out his chrome plated cigarette case and opened it up, seeing ten cigarettes lined up perfectly. He reached in to pull out one, "You, Levi…" He began, placing the cigarette in his mouth and putting the case away, "...need to learn to mind your own business." He said, reaching into his vest's chest pocket to take out a black crackle zippo lighter, flipping it open and pulling it up to the tip of his cigarette, flicking it until a flame lit the tip. He sucked in and snapped the lighter shut, putting it back in his pocket.

"Well when you are talking about it out loud like that, you invite everyone in the vicinity into your life." Levi said, giving a short laugh before turning around and getting back to his paperwork.

Eren pulled the cigarette out, blowing smoke into the air, "Was it that loud?"

Levi sighed, "Yes, Jaeger. It was."

"Well it doesn't matter to you. What do you have again? Like...ten...fifteen kids?"

Levi turned back around, "Six kids, Eren. Hange would love it if you respected that."

Eren laughed, "I do respect it, man. 'S a good amount of kids to take care of."

Levi rolled his eyes, "Get back to work, Jaeger." He said, turning around.

Eren nodded and placed the cigarette back in his mouth, thoughts of what his sister said running through his mind. Life is just too busy for me right now to be worrying about women, he thought to himself, looking at the pictures on his desk.

The first one was one of him and Mikasa as children with their mother, Karla, sitting next to each other and smiling at the camera. The next one was him as a late teen before getting on the bus to go to training camp. Mikasa had her arms wrapped around him, and the surrounding men were smiling and snickering. The last one was him as the best man at Mikasa's wedding. I remember I kept on threatening Jean if he were to hurt Mikasa, he thought to himself, giving a short laugh.

His eyes settled back on the first one. More specifically on his mother, who passed away when he was thirteen. His father took the picture, and he passed away when Eren was away in Okinawa. He didn't get to see the funeral.

Suddenly the sound of doors bursting open downstairs made it's way to Eren's ear. He and Levi both turned around to look at the door to the detective room.

"We got a big hit tonight, fellas!" They heard a voice downstairs say.

Eren and Levi looked at each other before getting up. The latter grabbed his grey hat and put it on. Eren left his as he walked out of the detective room and went downstairs. When he reached the bottom, he saw a group of negroes getting pulled along, complaining and whining.

Jean stood with Marco Bott by the door, watching the criminals, "When the judge gets to you, ya'll are all gonna spend a good amount of years in the joint, you bunch of child snatching creeps!" The horse faced one shouted, smiling to himself. His eyes glanced up at Eren and Levi watching the men get pulled away.

Eren pulled out his cigarette, "What do you got them for?"

Jean watched the last one go by before walking up to the two homicide detectives with his partner. He took out his silver cigarette case, opening it and pulling a cigarette out before placing it between his lips, "Well...we got them for…uh..." He started, listing them off in his head as he took out his crackle zippo lighter from his grey vest chest pocket, "A whole shitload of drugs…" He continued, lighting his cigarette. He sucked in, pulled it out, and blew smoke off to the side, "And child prostitution. The children are now being identified to get them back home to their parents."

Levi's eyebrows raised slightly, "Nice one, you two. I am sure you will get a lot of praise from the other guys."

Marco smirked, "I hope so. It took us a lot of work to set this thing up."

Eren smiled, "Well, why don't we have a little celebration?"

Levi looked at his younger partner, pulling his cigarette out and nodding, "Good idea, I got a bottle of scotch in my desk and a few glasses. Anyone up for a drink?"

"Is that a trick question?" Jean asked, all four of them giving a short laugh before Levi gestured for them to follow and walked upstairs. They followed suit.

Marco looked at Eren, "Say, Eren, you never said how you got to become a detective so fast."

Eren glanced at Marco, "No one asked. When I got back from the war, I was given a job as an officer. After a year my work was good enough that, along with a recommendation from Jean and my Medal of Honor, I got promoted to Homicide."

Jean snapped his head up, "How did you get the Medal of Honor, Jaeger? I was meaning to ask you about that."

Once they reached Levi's desk, the older detective opened a cupboard and pulled out a bottle of scotch and four glasses. He put out his cigarette on the ashtray and opened the bottle before pouring it into the glasses, glancing at the three men in front of him.

Eren watched his partner pour the scotch, "Jean...I don't like to talk about it…"

Jean sighed, "Was it that bad?"

Eren shrugged, "I wouldn't necessarily call it bad, it was just...traumatizing…"

The vice detective nodded, "Alright, I understand."

Once Levi poured the liquid into all of the glasses, he gave one to each detective, taking one in his own hand. He looked around at them, nodding as he held the glass out, "To another successful bust, created by L.A.'s finest vice detectives."

They all smiled and raised their glasses, "Here, here!" They said in unison before downing the glasses.

Marco placed his glass down on Levi's desk before looking at his watch, "Oh, I gotta get outta here! Meeting up with a lady friend for a date." He said, looking down at himself, "Uh...how do I look?" He asked, obviously nervous.

Jean laughed, putting his cigarette in his mouth and reached over to straighten his partner's tie, "You look fine, Marc. Go get her!"

Marco smiled and jogged out of the room, stopping at his desk to get a file out of it, "Gotta look at these reports tonight," He said, before leaving the three detectives standing there.

Jean pulled out his cigarette, giving a short laugh which resulted in a puff of smoke blasting out of his mouth, "It's about time."

Levi nodded, pulling his hat off and hanging it on the hanger on the wall next to his desk. He sat down, "Well, fellas," He said, reaching into his hanging grey jacket and taking out his leather cigarette case with silver lining to open it. He pulled a cigarette out and placed it in between his lips. Putting the case away, he pulled out a brass crackle zippo lighter with a french coin on the side, flicking it open and lighting his cigarette, saying "I have to get some work done." Before snapping it shut and putting it back in his vest, "So if you are going to talk, do it outside of this room. I need to concentrate if I want to get these reports in by tomorrow."

Eren looked at Jean, who nodded and gestured for the younger detective to follow, "Come on, Eren, let's leave the old man to his work."

As they were walking out, a paper ball from Levi was thrown at Jean's head, tipping his hat over. His hand instantly went up to steady it, laughing as he walked out.

Jean walked up to one of the desks and leaned against it, pulling his cigarette out, "So Eren...when are you gonna get a moll?"

Eren sighed and leaned against the wall, pulling his cigarette out too, "I don't know, Jean. The whole thing with Okinawa still haunts me. And I can't really find the perfect girl."

Jean shook his head, looking down at his feet, "Eren, you can't have that stuff stuck in your mind. It will ruin you. Go out there, find a nice dame, marry her. When I met your sister, it didn't take long before the horrors I have seen in Germany were washed away. And look at me now, I am gonna be a father soon."

Eren looked off to the side, crossing his arms, "I know you are right, Jean, and I am trying. But...it was just too much for me, you know? I can still smell the burning flesh from those caves."

Jean sighed, "Normandy was just as bad. I saw many of my buddies get torn down by machine gun nests. It was...horrid. But you move on." He said, looking at the clock, "It's almost nine o'clock, I should get home before Mikasa panics that I am dead." He said, pushing himself off of the desk. He put the cigarette back in his mouth, "See you tomorrow, Eren. Sleep well." He said before going down the stairs.

Eren watched him and nodded, "I'll try..." He muttered, holding the cigarette between two fingers. He sighed before walking back into the detective room.

Eren sat down at his desk, putting the cigarette in his mouth as he began to organize the reports he had. He heard his partner's voice, "Is Jean gone?"

Eren looked up at Levi, nodding, "Uh...yeah, he just left…"

Levi cocked an eyebrow, "Is something wrong?"

"Well...it's just that...people keep on asking me when I am gonna get a girl..."

Levi gave a short laugh, blowing out some smoke, "They worry about you, Eren. You've been in war, you have seen horrors that no one else has seen. What they don't seem to understand is that there will come a time where you find that girl. You just have to be patient."

Eren nodded, "How did you meet Hange?"

Levi looked out the window, seeing that it was starting to rain, "I don't think I have ever told you but...I was born in New York, but I lived mostly in Chicago, with a good mother, but no father. So I had caused a lot of trouble. One time I was arrested and instead of going to jail, they put me in battle against the Germans, in the First World War. I worked the trenches, got trench foot, and eventually, I got hit with mustard gas. Most of the men died. I was lucky to have survived. I had woken up in a hospital. A nurse saw me awake and told me the war was over. Cute young thing. She took care of me, with my blisters and burns and all the horrible pain. After I was fully treated, I was about to be released, when I asked the nurse on a date. She said yes. One year later, we got married."

Eren cocked an eyebrow, "Wow. And here you are today, a lovely father of six. How old are you?"

"I am around forty eight, Eren. Trust me, boy, you will find her." He said before turning back to his work. Eren looked back down at the reports on his desk. Might as well pull an all-nighter with Levi.

Half an hour into leafing through reports of people claiming to be related to the Black Dahlia Killer, Eren's phone began to ring. He looked at it, seeing Levi turn around to look at him. Eren looked back and picked up the phone, hesitating before putting it up to his ear, "Detective Eren Jaeger, Homicide."

"Detective Jaeger? This is Officer Wagner. Badge number 1259. There has been a shooting at The Warrior Nightclub. Two dead, several injured."

Eren's eyes widened, the storm outside brewing and pouring down rain, "What?"

Levi cocked an eyebrow as Eren glanced at him, the young one speaking again, "Did you call the coroner?"

"Yes sir. I was first reporting."

"Alright, stay there, Wagner, we will be there."

Eren hung up and began to put on his shoulder holster and dark blue pinstripe suit, looking at Levi, "There has been a shooting at The Warrior Nightclub. We should get going."

Levi nodded, getting his grey jacket on, "I'll drive." He said, putting out his cigarette.

Eren nodded and put out his cigarette, picking up his dark blue fedora and placing it on his head, "Alright." He said before they both ran out the door.


Officer Thomas Wagner stood outside of The Warrior Nightclub with several other police officers, pushing away civilians and journalists as the rain came down hard. Pushing away the vultures was harder, as they just needed to get in. The first newspaper to get the latest huge scoop gets a lot of readers, and a lot of money.

Suddenly, a black Lincoln Continental sped around the corner, screeching to a halt across the street from the nightclub, the droplets sounding like bullets as they slammed against the metal. The journalists turned around and began running across the rain-slicked street, seeing that the homicide detectives have arrived.

This was Eren's first shooting, so he was not used to all of the journalists running up and asking him questions. Their cameras flashed in his face. He was blinded.

A hand reached out and grabbed him, pulling him away from the flashes. Eren blinked to

see his partner Levi leading him along, "Always ignore the vultures, Eren."

All Eren could do was nod as they walked pass the police barriers. Levi looked around at the officers, "Which one of you is Wagner?"

An officer with blonde hair and pronounced sideburns stepped forward, his light-brown eyes switching from Eren to Levi, "I am."

Levi nodded and gestured for him to follow the two detectives as they walked into the nightclub. It was a normal nightclub, with a stage and tables with chairs all around. But it was empty. Desolate.

All three of the men were soaking wet,

Thomas nodded. Levi waited for Eren to speak up, as he still needs to learn.

Eren glanced at Levi and blinked, "Oh, right. Officer Wagner, you were first reporting, correct?"

"Yes."

"Tell us what happened."

"Well I was on my beat at the corner of Figueroa Street and 1st Street when I heard a rapid succession of gunshots from the next street over. I ran fast to see many people running out of the nightclub. I pulled my gun out and ran inside. The first floor was fine." He said, as they were walking up to the second floor, "But the second floor was...horrible…"

As they stepped up to the second floor, which had a view of the first floor and stage, Eren's eyes widened in horror.

Tables flipped, chairs knocked over, with gunshots peppering every surface and blood splattered everywhere.

Thomas continued, "I called an ambulance immediately, as many people were wounded. And I called the coroner when...when I saw these two."

Eren looked ahead, stopping in his tracks with Levi as they saw the two dead people in the booth.

The woman was a beautiful dame, wearing a black night dress with black roses embroidered in, a low hanging neckline. Her head was bent back and looked to the side, her face stuck in horror as her floppy hat stood up because her head pushed it up. Her black hair was in loose pigtails, both hanging down. She was wearing black elbow length gloves, one of her black high heels have fallen off, and she was wearing no makeup except for lipstick which was smeared and ruined by the blood falling out from her lip. Her body was littered with gunshots, the blood still fresh from the recent kill.

A young man was leaning out towards her, his upper body splayed across the table, as it looked like he tried to protect her. His tan three piece suit was covering in blood and bullets, his tan fedora on the girl's lap. His black hair was messed up, the fringes in every which way. In his right hand grasped a Colt Detective Special. The worst part was, Eren was talking to him two hours ago with his partner. And now here lies the body of Detective Marco Bott, dead with his date.

Levi blinked before shaking his head, "I have...a call to make…keep watch Eren...talk to Officer Wagner…"

Eren stared at the scene before him, his ears blocking out what Levi was telling him. How could this have happened? Who would have done this? Who is this poor woman? Pictures of his past rushed through his mind. Burning bodies, headless children, torn up friends...

"...en...Eren...Eren!" Levi grabbed Eren by the collar and shook him, snapping him out of his trance, "Eren!"

The younger detective looked at Levi with wide eyes, who was looking at him, "Y-yes, sir?"

Levi let go of his partner, and gestured to the officer, "Talk with Wagner until the coroner gets here, I have a call to make."

Eren looked at the officer, "Yes sir."

Levi nodded and walked away, leaving Eren with Wagner.

Eren kept his eyes on the officer, and not on the scene next to him, "Officer Wagner, did you see any potential suspects running from the scene?"

Wagner nodded, "I...I saw two men with submachine guns running from the scene. Their faces were covered, I am sorry, detective."

Eren shook his head, "Don't worry about it, you have done more than enough. Of the ones wounded, were there any that have seen the crime?"

Thomas shrugged, "I...I-I don't know, detective. I was panicking. I wanted to get an ambulance here as soon as I could."

Eren nodded, "Yes, yes, of course, we will, uh...check with them later. Anything else out of the ordinary?"

Thomas looked down in thought, "Uhm...I cannot say I did, detective, I can...not say I did." He said, turning his head back up.

Eren nodded, "Well, those are all of the questions I can think of. If you are off duty, then go home, get some rest."

Thomas nodded and began to walk towards the stairs. Eren pulled off his hat and ran his shaky fingers through his hair, looking back at the scene before him. He looked down at his hat, "We will get those bastards." He whispered to the two dead people in the room. He sat at a chair and turned his hat over in his hands, looking at every angle of it, when he saw Levi come up the stairs, his face emotionless as almost always..

"Hey, Levi, who were you calling?"

"You will find out."

Eren cocked an eyebrow, then looked back at the scene, "What...what do you think of this?"

Levi shrugged, "To tell you the truth, I don't know. The men could be from a family, or working on their own accord. We won't know until we get more details. Until then, we rest. You should go back to your house and sleep. Now Eren. I got things here."

Eren shook his head, "Levi, I ca-"

"That...is an order...from a superior." Levi said.

Eren sighed and was about to open his mouth to protest, then shut it and nodded, "Alright, Levi."

He turned around and walked down the stairs, his back facing the gruesome scene. As he walked down the stairs, a familiar voice was heard from outside.

"What the hell is going on here? I was at home with my wife and get a call that some shooting has happened! I am in vice!"

Eren's eyes widened as he turned the corner to the entrance, watching a soaking wet Jean push past him, "Outta the way, Jaeger! This better be important." He said as he began to go up the stairs.

Eren followed after him, "Wait, Jean, this isn't for you!"

"You're right, but I want to know why I was fucking called here!"

As they reached the second floor, Eren walked beside Jean, "Who called you here?"

"I did." Levi replied, stepping out of the way for Jean to see what happened.

Jean stepped past him, looking at Levi as he reached into his jacket for his cigarette case, "Why the hell was I-" Jean turned his head to look at the scene before him. The cigarette case slipped from his fingers, banging on the ground with a clink, "No…" He muttered, falling to his knees in front of his dead friend, "It-it can't be him...we...we just talked to him…"

Eren looked at his brother-in-law with pity, Levi with a blank face, but some sadness in his eyes.

For Eren, this was going to be his first big case. For Levi, this is just another case of a shooting, with special circumstances. For Jean, this whole case has just turned his entire world upside down. All because of one dead cop, and one dead broad.


A/N: Pretty long beginning, huh? I tried to do as much research as I can, and hope it's accurate enough.

Pill= Cigarette or bullet

Moll= Girlfriend

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