When you're a kid everything seems like a fairytale, and you expect it to last, but life has a way of ripping all that innocence apart, I never figured my life would turn out this way, a private detective, I had the grades to be in harvard but I had a problem with following their rules as well as coming up with their money. So now I'm the guy you call for cheating husbands or wives, the guy you call for scandalous photos, the guy you call do to you dirty work for you. Name's Mason but everyone and I mean everyone calls me Dipper, I don't know why but it stuck. It was just like any other ordinary day me sitting in my office waiting for a case I knew would never come, business had been slow for the past week or two, so I didn't really a lot of hope of finding one at this time of night. To tell you the truth though I needed a case bad, my rent was due and the bourbon was expensive, I'd give anything for a case right now.

My office was small but it was the best I could afford, just a simple office layout one dark mahogany desk, on top was a small little radio but it barely ever worked, an ashtray for my cigarettes or my clients. Two leather chairs in front of my desk incase I had two clients who decided to show up or if I had gotten stuck with a divorce case. It wasn't much but it paid the bills as well as the bourbon. The secretary desk out in the lobby was mostly for show, I could never afford a secretary, at least not one that would put up with me. Finally on a reasonably shabby door at the end of a reasonably shabby corridor in the sort of building it read in yellow paint Mason "Dipper" Pines Private Investigator.

You don't get rich in this racket, sometimes you get beaten up, or shot at or in my case tossed in the jailhouse once or twice. In my job you meet a lot of people, some you hate, some you love. Either way they have one thing in common, that being that this city had strangled or stolen any innocence they had to begin with. You look at this city and to anyone else it shines as bright as a diamond but it's faker than cubic zirconia, Ironic for those who call this place the golden city. The beauty of Gravity Falls only masks its ruthlessness, she'll laugh as you fall and she'll kick you when your down then walk away with the next gullible sucker and do it all over again.

I take a drag on my cigarette, yeah I know they're bad for me but who gives a damn these days, as I take a drag on my cigarette I hear the click clack sound of heels against the steps leading up to my office. The click clacking sounds against the marble floor of the outer office seemed to stop just as a silhouette appears before my door. Smoke escapes the mouth of the silhouette. I hear a knock on the door.

"Come in" I say.

She walked in wearing nothing but a chandelier, nothing but the best for this dame, beautiful long purple skirt, creamy white over coat, her hands concealed in shiny black leather gloves, and cuban heel stockings over her already beautiful and toned legs. She had a flower in on top of her little hat, the kind that looked like a tea cup. Yeah she was every mans dream, but I knew underneath all that makeup and fine clothing was nothing but trouble just waiting to be unleashed. For a second she didn't say anything, then she decided to break the silence with her voice, god that voice...it still enticed me to this day. The voice of Pacifica Northwest.

"I know you probably don't care to see me, but I need your help" She said making her way in front of my desk.

"Than I'd say you guessed right" I insulted back.

"Ugh you're drinking again" Said Pacifica with disgust.

"You're pretending to care again" I shot back with no mercy.

"I didn't come her to put up with your attitude" She said again with equal disgust.

"Then leave" I said.

"No I came here asking for your help, and if you give a damn, you'll take the job" Said Pacifica.

"Well considering I need the money, what do you got for me?" I asked.

"Mabel's missing" Pacifica said a hint of sorrow in her voice since she and my sister Mabel had become good friends, but Mabel was always an odd one, so this didn't surprise me. She probably got caught up one of her "Adventures" knowing how optimistically she looked at life, I wish I could look at life that way.

"That's nothing knew" I said hiding my secret regret.

"You bastard, she's your sister for god sakes, don't you care?" Asked Pacifica with disgust.

I didn't answer her.

"While you've been withering away, she's been making something of herself, staring up her own charity, helping those who needed help" Pacifica said trying to sell me a sob story.

"Insulting me is not a way to get me to do a service for you, just be frank with me, you need something done and I need the money" I said flatly.

"Fine, I guess I do need you, I am sorry it's just I'm so worried about Mabel, she's been like a sister to me even when I was horrible to her back when we first met" Said Pacific as I saw slight tears forming in her eyes. I tried not to show it but I did feel bad for her.

"Alright, alright there's no need for tears, you got me, I'm on the case, of course I need you to pay me upfront, it's not that I don't trust you, it's just customary" I explained.

"Yes, yes I know, I'm not proud to admit this but, this wouldn't be the first time I went to a private investigator" Said Pacifica opening her shiny black purse.

"How much do I owe you?" Asked Pacifica.

"A hundred bucks a day plus expenses" I said.

"Done" Said Pacifica handing me two hundred dollars.

As soon as I pocketed the money Pacifica caught me off guard when she wrapped her arms around me, it was warm and welcoming it's what you would expect from her if you were lucky to receive an embrace from her.

"Thank you for giving a damn" Pacifica whispered in my ear before she turned around and left.

So I found myself employed by the woman of my dreams, and a hundred bucks a day didn't seem to shabby either. It was late in the afternoon, perfect hours for someone like me. I knew a few places I could check out, the first place would be the cop shop, I did surprise me that Pacifica would bypass the police and come straight to me. So I decided to give one of my friends a call, an exchange of information for a "contribution". I tell ya it pays to have friends on the force.

*Authors Note: More On the Way tell me what you think.