Lights flashed on the dead body. The year was 1961 and police tape surrounded the scene.
"Who's the victim?"
"Tavros Nitram, age 27. Paralyzed from the waist down, worked as a bartender."
"Who found him?"
"Gamzee."
"Murder weapon?"
"Medieval lance."
"Well that's odd." The young female replied.
"I know, Leijon."
Nepeta Leijon was a 27-year-old detective thriving on the streets of New York working with her partner, Karkat Vantas.
"Tavros was a good friend." She sighed. The wind swept her dark brown hair across her face. She took a glance at her partner and remembered when they started working together.
"Vantas." Equius called as Karkat shuffled for papers at his desk.
"Coming, boss."
The raven-haired young man scurried over to Equius' office to see an Asian woman about his age. She was around 5'5, had pale skin and beady dark brown eyes, which matched with her dark hair. She wore a black fedora with small gold lines that intercrossed to make small boxes. Her silver earrings dropped to about her chin line they had small little balls at the end. Her dress shirt had some ruffles at the chest, and she wore a long green skirt. She smiled and waved hello.
"Who the fuck is this?"
"Nepeta Leijon. She's a close friend of mine, and she's your new partner."
"I can solve cases on my own."
"She's one of the best detectives we know of, she will be your partner, and you will treat her with respect!" Zahhak boomed.
"Equius, calm down," Nepeta said, looking annoyed. "I can work with someone else."
For some reason this angered Karkat. She seemed like she had talent, and she was quite lovely.
"…I'll work with her."
Author's note: That's about it for now. C: I might not finish this, it depends on what you guys think! R&R! Thanks.
-Kichi