I've been lurking on the shadows with this one for a while now and have only managed to write a chapter and a half. One of my friends advised me to upload at least the first chapter and see how it is received, and then decide if I should continue it or not. You guys are all going to need a bit of a backstory here because it is going to be kind of confusing (thought, not that confusing), so better be safe than sorry, no?
This is all set in an AU which I have lovingly nicknamed the Castle!AU, which means that it is set inside the Castle Verse. For all of you who don't know what Castle even is, here's a hint: It's a procedural crime show about a best-selling author named Richard Castle that follows around New York Detective, Kate Beckett, because she's the inspiration for his new book series, Nikki Heat. Castle drives Beckett crazy following her around and there is tons of sexual tension involved. It's a cool show; believe me, so if any of you are interested you should totally watch it! So, this whole thing is actually based on the Castle Verse!
I think the rest is sort of implicit in this chapter. I tried my best to explain as much as I could without losing the plot of the story, but the first part is more like a background check for you guys to understand a little better and to meet some of the original characters that will be included here (It started off with only canon characters from the BTR show, but then I had to fill in some spots and there are quite a few original characters that have a really big part, hope none of you get too mad about that). So that's about it, go ahead and enjoy people!
Before I forget, I do not own any of the characters here, those are property of Scott Fellows I assume, except for the original characters, which you'll be able to point out I'm sure, and I definitely do not own the idea for this AU, that's all thanks to the genius Andrew Marlow and the lovely Terri Eda (and all the writers from Castle).
Chapter 001 – How it all changed.
The 12th precinct is one of the quietest buildings the NYPD force had ever seen. Sure, there was always that occasional quip or joke that had everyone laughing lightly for a while, but it soon quieted down and the bull pen went back to its graveyard-like state; the only noise heard was the rustling of pages, the scribbling of a pen, typing from several computers, and information briefing that never got louder than a whisper. Logan found it slightly unnerving the first few weeks he began working there; the silence was never something he had to put up with back in Narcotics.
By this point in life however, Detective Logan Mitchell had gotten used to the quiet that the 12th precinct provided him with. In fact, he was beginning to take solace in it whenever cases got too difficult or, sometimes, too personal. Whenever the familiar feeling of uselessness hit him, he would sit down at his desk, alone in the midst of all that silence, and took a moment to gather his thoughts.
His squad leader, Detective Kendall Knight, had caught up easily with that little quirk of his and always left him alone when he needed to be left alone. Logan always told Knight that was what he most liked about him; the way he seemed to be an omnipotent presence in everyone's lives in the precinct, how he knew and saw it all with ease, and how he knew what approach would work best with each of his squad members.
Darren Somers and Dallas Cruz – or Double D, as everyone in the bull pen knew them as – were, perhaps, the weirdest pair of partners Logan had seen. While Detective Cruz was cool and quiet, exclusively using his vocal chords to either brief his leader on a lead or mock his partner on something he had said, Detective Somers was a little ball of energy, ready to burst with the many bad jokes he had under his sleeve. Despite all the differences, however, Double D was one of the most efficient pair of detectives when it came to work.
The only girl in the squad, Charlotte Sullivan, was even more insightful than Kendall at times and, maybe, even more active and alive than Darren. Despite not looking like it, she was among the strongest in the bull-pen, easily surpassing Logan in training spars and more than able to bring a man twice her weight to the ground. Although she was one of the nicest girls in the face of the planet, the boys were definitely scared of her; once that certain time of the month came around, each of them had the responsibility to bring something to appease her mood.
Detective Carlos Garcia was another thing entirely. When Kendall and the rest had been warm and welcoming to the Narcotics' transfer, the Latino had been cold and closed off to Logan, arguing with his squad leader he did not need a new partner, and generally just pissing the younger detective off with his sarcastic remarks. And, it had taken a while – and a lot of Knight's signature scolding – but Detective Mitchell had managed to crack Carlos' shell bit by bit and now both Junior Detectives were practically joint at the hip, laughing with and at each other, crashing in each other's houses when shifts got too long or nights too lonely, and finishing each other sentences when briefing Kendall on any leads.
Then things around Logan started to change, perhaps for the better.
In through the elevator doors walked James Diamond, best-selling-author and a general nuisance to every one on the team. He was handsome – Logan had to give him that – and had a general charm to himself that Mitchell certainly had fallen for when they first talked. The younger detective didn't see anything wrong in James, in fact they both hit it off once they talked for the first time, and they developed this weird, geeky bond that Kendall and Carlos spent almost two weeks fretting over.
Kendall just despised the writer's guts (although everyone in the bull pen knew he read his books and liked them).
Carlos swore it wasn't because he was jealous that Logan seemed to like James more (but even the chief had seen through that) instead choosing to admit that he thought the writer was a bad influence on his partner.
Gratefully, things had worked out in the long run.
Once a full month went past, James had already won Charlotte over; what with all the chocolate he liked to buy for her at random intervals or the little notes he liked to leave around her desk as a sign of respect. After Charlotte, it was Darren. Somers had easily been won over by Diamond's tales about his past ride-along adventures; after all FBI agents at work and world-wide known actors sounded amazing to his ears. It had taken a little more with Dallas, but Cruz soon went under after he learned James was an old high-school friend of his fiancé, Sydney McCrery; god knows Detective Cruz is whipped. Carlos needed a lot of coaxing from his partner, but at the end he accepted the man as a new part of the family and, little by little, they both became friends. And, of course, Kendall had been one tough thing, but he inevitably ended up liking Diamond around, silently thanking the world for giving him a partner that did an amazing job at solving crimes.
Everything was nice and stable after that. James reported early for duty when he was needed, and made sure to assist as much as he could around the bull-pen. The cases they got weren't anywhere near stressful like those they got a year ago, much before James was there and the squad members found themselves with more time for themselves than in the past. Lottie went back to her un-partnered state, since Knight and Diamond had found they were a perfect team, and Double D had taken her under their wings. Carlos still got jealous of the weird, geeky bond between James and Logan, but Mitchell liked to remind him every day that it was him who brought the Latino coffee in the morning and that their partnership had been going on for five solid years, so he had nothing to worry about.
And then things around Logan started to change for the second time in the span of half a year, perhaps for the worse.
Gustavo Rocque, chief of the 12th Precinct and Kendall's adoptive father, was shot down in his own home.
The investigation, of course, had not been performed by the 12th precinct squad. They were all way to compromised to be given the honor to uncover their own chief's murder, but at least they were given regular information on the case. Kendall had grown cold and distant towards everyone after he had to carry his father's coffin in the ceremony that had been held, and refused to even acknowledge James' presence in the precinct for two whole weeks.
Carlos didn't fare any better than the blond; in the time he had worked under Gustavo's orders he had grown close to the man, and no amount of screaming would ever make him feel better. Logan had to give the man his space, respecting his pleas to be left alone and leaving the Latino to his own devices.
Darren remained silent for the rest of the next month and, to every one's surprise, it was Dallas who filled that empty void that remained with Somers' silence, telling bad jokes of his own and trying to keep the high spirits in the bull-pen. He was the second eldest, and while Kendall was silently broken he had to take his place as the omnipotent presence around the squad.
Logan and Charlotte leant on each other. Having gotten to Homicide thanks to Gustavo, both had held a great admiration for the short-tempered man, so they found solace in each other, talking about the time they had been brought up from Narcotics and Robbery, respectively. How they had been afraid of the man at first, but later on found out he was just a big guy with a big heart and a great passion for his work.
James watched everything from outside, having known Captain Rocque for only six months. He had been close to the man, of course he had, but he didn't have that connection Kendall or Carlos shared with him, or even the silent admiration Logan and Charlotte held for him. Perhaps not even the same level of respect Double D had had once. Over that month, James went back to his place in the background, being ignored by most of the members of the squad and, what hurt him most, being silenced by Kendall when he tried to begin one of his stories.
Soon, a dark skinned woman came to take Gustavo's place and Kendall finally stopped being so broken. Kelly Wainwright, now Captain of the 12th precinct, had been what Knight could only call a mother as he grew up; while Rocque had been his solid rock, the man who kept him from going astray, Kelly, once partner of Gustavo, had been the kind, feminine presence a kid his age had needed.
Having her take over Gustavo's place was, probably, the best thing that had happened to the team in the 12th in a while.
The 12th went back to its graveyard-like state as much as it could with James around.
The pain of Captain Rocque's death still hung in the bull-pen. Tugged at everyone's heartstrings harshly once in a while, as if to keep the wound open, but they were trained cops and one of the first and foremost of rules in a trained cop's handbook was never to let emotions get in the way of your job. So, everyone pushed aside that nagging feeling and continued to work as if the person who was in the crystal office was Captain Rocque.
Kendall went back to his insightful being in no time, offering the rest a quick pep-talk before resuming his job as the squad's leader. Charlotte followed next, mostly because Diamond began bringing chocolate for her almost every day under Knight's orders, but also because she knew Gustavo would've wanted them to keep doing their best. Darren continued with his bad jokes, finally relieving Dallas from his part-time duty, and Cruz could finally go back to his old quiet demeanor. James finally got Kendall's attention back and resumed his duty as a chatter-box next to the blonde's desk. Carlos had stopped his angry, sulky attitude once the squad leader sent Logan to talk to the Latino and the next day he wore his usual mischievous grin around the bull-pen, playful banter being thrown back and forth between himself and Mitchell.
Logan sighed in content. He couldn't help but think about how proud Gustavo would be of them if he saw them now, working their asses off as if he was still there.
But Logan's bliss was short lived and after a month of calm, the storm hit.
It had been an awfully slow week for the homicide department (which meant no one had murdered anyone, gratefully) and Detective Mitchell couldn't help his eyes from sliding close while he had all that paperwork still pilling up in his desk. It had taken him no time to fall down to Morpheus's arms and it had taken less time for Carlos to roll his chair back unto his and startle him awake. The younger detective mumbled incoherencies, looking around him in alert in a comic way that had Darren sniggering quietly next to him.
"Not fun, bro" Logan groaned, rubbing his face with the palm of his hands.
He heard his partner's low laugh behind him and then Carlos walked into his field of vision, a soft smile grazing his lips as a tanned hand reached down to slap a pale cheek gently "Time to wake up, partner" Garcia's voice called kindly to him "Captain W just walked through here and was about to throw a hissy fit if I didn't wake you up when she was back"
Before Logan could say anything, Kelly burst into the bull-pen, phone trapped between her shoulder and ear as she barked out an address for the team to get to as fast as possible. Then everyone was moving back and forth, taking their coats and holstering their service weapons in a hurry, while their Captain stormed inside her office to take her own gear. James followed Kendall to the main elevator in a hurry, smile spreading across his face in a way that reminded his partner of a kid in Christmas. Double D and Charlotte took the second elevator in the Tech Room's hallway and Logan was already running down the stair behind Carlos when the Latino had called out his name over his shoulder.
When Kelly Wainwright said as fast as possible it really meant faster than light.
The four police cars parked in front of a shadowy looking apartment complex and everyone began to silently question why their Captain would seem so interested in having them come up here. Logan slammed the door behind him, leaning against the car and looking around him in curiosity. The perimeter had been taken care of, but what had piqued his interest the most was the obvious looking Narcotic's Officers stationed around said perimeter. He felt a knot tie in his throat, constructing his breathing for a moment before he swallowed hard and walked behind his partner.
They walked through a set of stairs, all the while Logan tried to drown James' continuous ramblings coming from behind him, more preoccupied about those Narcotics outside. He probably shouldn't pay much attention to it; maybe this had some relation to some drug ring Narcotics had looked to bring down for a while and now they were just gathering evidence. He couldn't, however, scare that weird tingling sensation in his fingertips.
He knew this building. Mitchell had lived here while undercover.
The team finally made their way to the crime scene, waving their hellos to Jo Taylor and Lucy Stone, who were already busy working on the body, and Logan wished he had stayed outside the moment he saw who was laying in the floor, blood pooling under his body. He looked for the nearest surface he could lean against, holding his head low and taking in deep breaths that, he hoped, would calm him down.
Jett Stetson was one of his old Narcotic's partners. They had worked together for the four years Logan had carried around the Officer instead of Detective, had even gone undercover together once the situation presented itself and were actually pretty good friends despite the rivalry that they set between them the first year. Now he was dead, shot once in the chest and a second time in the head from what he could hear Jo saying, and Logan felt the pain washing over him for the second time that year.
A hand came to rest in his shoulder and he was expecting Carlos to smile down at him, telling him that everything would be okay and that they would capture the son of a bitch who did this to his old partner, but instead of mocha brown eyes, there were electric blues looking down at him, rosy pink lips smiling a smile he hadn't seen since the day he left Narcotics to become a Detective.
Link Neally's small frame wrapped around him in a tender hug and he hugged back, tightly "I should've warned you before you came in," came her soft voice, just above a whisper "but you were already coming inside when I decided that my eyes weren't playing tricks on me and that Logan Mitchell was here"
"What happened?" he asked as they broke apart under the suspicious glances from his team "Who reported it?"
The blonde girl sighed, squeezing his upper arm in reassurance "We still don't know, Logie" he could hear Darren's confused whisper, asking something to Carlos, but he could care less right now. His attention was full on his old partner "Dak came to check up on him yesterday night, saying he had called him out of the blue about something that was bothering him, and when he got here he was already like this" her eyes were sad as she took in a deep breath and relaxed under his grip.
"Was he under?" Logan asked after a moment of silence "Was he still working under?"
Link nodded slightly "Once you left, someone else got the case we were working on, but they didn't make any advances and then decided they could let it rest for a while" her eyes wandered to the body of her old partner, before they shut tightly and returned to look at Logan "Jett asked the chief to give him the case again, saying he wanted to finish that job no matter the cost, and he had been under for at least a year now"
"Man," Logan whispered lightly, snaking a hand through his dark locks "I can't believe he's dead" His brown eyes closed momentarily, taking in a deep breath before opening them again and asking "Do you think someone found out he was a cop and decided to put him down?"
"He would've called me"
"He called Dak"
"He never said what he wanted," a third voice from Logan's left called and both pair of eyes disconnected to look at their fourth partner coming through the door. Dak didn't look very well, there were bags underneath his eyes and his hair was even messier than usual; he definitely looked tired and the smile he shot Logan didn't look as convincing as it once did back when they worked together "Jett didn't sound like himself when he called, he said he had come upon something big and that he wanted to talk to me about it" He shook his head, eyes lingering over the body of his old friend "He never came to our meeting spot, so I came looking for him here and…"
Dak's voice trailed off and he swallowed hard, standing in his place for a few seconds before regaining his composure and walking over to Logan, snaking an arm around his shoulders and pulling the smaller cop into a hug "It's good to see you again, dimples"
"Although the circumstances are not all that amazing" Logan chuckled, humorlessly "I'm glad we got to see each other again, Dak"
Someone cleared their voice behind the reunited team and they all turned to see Carlos standing off to the side, holding a black notebook in his left and a pen in his right. He looked slightly embarrassed to have interrupted the old team's reunion, but his expression soon changed for one of determination "Officer Zevon, I'll need you to answer some questions for me, if you could?"
Dak flashed his smile to the detective "Of course, Detective, whatever I can do"
"Mitchell," Logan's eyes snapped to look at his partner who was already herding Dak away from the group "Knight wants to speak with you"
Logan excuses himself to Link and walks over to where his leader is standing, whispers being thrown back and forth between him and the best-selling author. As his presence becomes known to both, Diamond takes a step back and mutters something about going to talk to Double D, but Mitchell knows it is just a flimsy excuse to give both detectives a little privacy (which, don't get him wrong, it is quite appreciated; James is kind of insensitive sometimes).
Kendall gives him a silent look before setting a hand on his shoulder, applying a certain amount of pressure so that Logan gets a move on; Mitchell isn't sure how many times this has happened in the past, but they had been enough to have him used to it by now. Once they were outside the room and far into the hallway so that no one would bother them, Knight finally opened his mouth to speak.
"If you need to step out of the case no one will blame you, Logan" he says, his voice slightly above a whisper.
Logan shakes his head, taking in a deep breath "This is my old partner we're talking about," he begins, looking over his shoulder at the police officers moving in and out of the room, and then back at Kendall "I need to do this. If not for me, for him"
His blond leader only looks at him with a wan smile, eyes hiding something that the smaller detective could only describe as pride. There's a last squeeze on his shoulder before Kendall is gone, already walking back to the scene he's supposed to be investigating; then he stops, looks back at Logan over his shoulder "Why don't you go outside and take some fresh air? You don't need to be here if you don't want"
Logan sighs deeply, a lazy smile draping over his lips "I'll be downstairs waiting in the Cargan Ride, in case Garcia looks for me"
A solemn nod is exchanged and then Logan is walking downstairs, into the cool autumn air and slipping inside the car he shares with his partner.
Only then does he let himself cry.
When Carlos comes back to the car, Logan has already pieced himself together again.
There are no signs of the tears that 20 minutes ago had stained his pale cheeks and the stabbing pain he had felt in his chest had subdued to a quiet nagging in the depths of his heart. He smiled up at Garcia the moment he stepped inside the car and his partner smiled back, oblivious to how broken the younger detective is at the moment.
"So, how'd that interview go with Dak?" Logan's attempts to sound okay aren't all that bad, but the moment he looks into Carlos' dark eyes, he knows his partner knows.
Carlos never stops smiling, although the grin he previously wore falls considerably and his face washes over with concern. A tanned hand comes to rest at Logan's knee and a light squeeze lets Mitchell know that his partner is there for him, like so many times before. A paler hand travels down to capture the one at his knee before it's gone and he gives it a squeeze in return, silently thanking the Latino for the support that hasn't been said, but it's there.
They stayed like that in comfortable silence, before someone came rapping at the passenger's side window, inevitably scaring Logan and making Carlos snigger under his breath before rolling the window down. Darren beamed at Mitchell, apologizing for scaring him and then turned to look at Garcia "Knight's asking if you wanted to go talk to Jett's parents, dimples?"
Logan scoffed playfully at the nickname, Somers must've heard Dak call him that and was probably never going to leave it die "I think I would like that" he smiled lightly "Might give me a bit of closure for the moment, right?"
"If that's the case," a feminine voice interjected behind Darren, startling the black haired detective into jumping out of the way "Dak and I would really like going with you, if it is possible"
Mitchell smiled at Link and Dak once Somers jumped to the side. He quickly turned to look at Carlos, apparently expecting some kind of permission from his partner, who just chuckled lightly and nodded "Sure, you guys can come" he unlocked the car and waved a hand, inviting them in "The more the merrier!" he stopped mid wave and arched an eyebrow "Although I'm not sure that's the proper thing to say"
Both Narcotic Officers slipped inside the car, only smiling lightly at Carlos' attempt of a joke.
Once Carlos' rearview mirror was met with electric blue eyes, the detective ignited the car, reversing out of the parking lot and driving through New York's busy cities, all the while listening closely to Logan's directions over to the Stetson's household.
"So, Garcia" Link called over to him after a while, blue eyes meeting dark brown over the rearview mirror "You are the Garcia we met back in '08, right?"
Carlos smirked, clearly remembering that one case that had led him to Logan "Yeah that would be me"
"He was the guy you and Jett liked to piss off, right?" came Dak's stifled laughter from Logan's back, and Mitchell had to force himself not to laugh at his partner's expense.
Garcia raised an eyebrow at Logan, eyes never leaving the road completely. The younger detective grinned at him sheepishly "I must admit it was sort of a contest just to see who'd piss you off first"
Link smiled warmly before humming thoughtfully "So, who won?"
Mitchell shrugged "I don't know," he said truthfully "But it must've been me because Carlos actually kicked down my door and cuffed me rather harshly" He punched his partner in the arm, bottom lip sticking out in a pout (not that he'd ever admit he was pouting, but he totally was) "By the way, that was mean. I still haven't gotten you back for that"
The tanned man only rolled his eyes, drumming his thumbs against the steering wheel "Well I do recall you talking back that time, I had to arrest you for resisting the law"
"I did say something back then, right?" Logan smiled before his hand flew up to his mouth the moment he thought it over, cheeks adorned by a light pink "Oh god! I did say something back then!"
Link's laugh was heard from the back seat followed by Dak's eager "What did you say?"
Carlos opened his mouth to reply, but Logan was faster and his pale hand was soon covering the latter's lips to stop him from saying whatever he was about to say. "Nothing!" Mitchell exclaimed in hysterics "I didn't say a thing back then! Nothing's that important either way…"
Dak moved to the edge of his seat, taking Logan's shoulder from the back and rattling the poor man's smaller frame "C'mon! You have to tell me what you said to piss 'tough-guy-Garcia' off so much!"
The Latino only laughed behind Logan's hand at the nickname and then proceeded to pull over in front of a decently sized house and everyone stopped their bickering to look up at the Stetson household. Neally was the first to jump from her seat, fumbling to take her seatbelt off in a nervous outbreak. Dak reached over for her, taking a hold of her smaller hands and telling her to take a deep breath, moving then to take off the seatbelt for the blonde. Logan turned in his seat, brown eyes looking into the blue ones the second time that day, only this time the roles were kind of reversed.
Mitchell and Zevon both shared a glance, one that conveyed the feelings buried deep within the other. Jett's parents had been the closest any of them had had to a family when they came out from police academy. Logan's mother and sister were back in Texas, Dak's dad was constantly busy with business and Link's parents lived back in her hometown. Having to come back here, after almost 5 years of not, to tell the people that had almost adopted them that their only son was dead surely wasn't something any of them ever envisioned doing.
And Carlos sensed this, mostly in his partner, because the next thing he said was: "I can go in alone if you guys don't feel up for it…"
Dak shook his head, a hand landing on Garcia's shoulder and a small smile spreading across his lips "We made the trip over here to do this because it's something we must do as Jett's old team" he squeezed Carlos' shoulder in a friendly manner, taking ahold of Link's hand with his other "We can do this, right guys?"
Logan took in a deep breath, keeping it trapped in his lungs before letting it go, turning to look at Dak and nodding "We can totally do this"
The blonde woman squeezed Zevon's hand in return "We can. We can."
One by one they slipped out of the car and Carlos considered leaving them alone to do whatever they needed to do, but when Logan poked his head in a nudged him lightly on the shoulder, he knew his partner needed him there, no matter how much of an outsider the whole thing would make him feel. They advanced up the steps up to the front door, Carlos and Logan leading the small group, and rang the doorbell.
There was someone screaming "Coming!" and then the shuffling of feet coming closer, followed by the jingle of keys being taken from somewhere. A click, a turn of the door knob and the door opened to reveal a small woman, greying hair styled up in a bun over her head and reading glasses over her mint green eyes, which focused first on Carlos who had his badge out in the open.
"Oh dear," the woman breathed out, not yet having noticed Logan or the rest "are we in some kind of trouble?"
Logan then decided to clear his throat, effectively bringing her gaze down to him. Ellie Stetson's face lit up in cheer happiness and her arms quickly wrapped around the small frame of Logan "My boy, Logie! How long has it been since I last saw you?" she pulled back to take a good look at him "Look at you, all grown up and handsome!" she squeezed his left arm playfully "You even got some muscle on you! Last time you were looking like a talking fishbone!"
Link's giggled travelled from behind both junior detectives and Ellie's eyes soon moved over to her, looking even more excited than before. The elderly woman pushed past Carlos and went over to hug Neally, not before sneaking a glance at Dak and pulling in him for a hug, too. Both narcotics smiled and laughed at Mrs. Stetson's natural giddiness, words about missing her flowing out of their mouths in no time.
Once the reunion was over with, Ellie remembered the badge Garcia had flashed only minutes prior and turned to look at the tanned man again "And who might you be, dear?"
Carlos smiled politely, putting his badge away "Detective Carlos Garcia, ma'am" he reached out a hand for her to take.
The woman took it eagerly, shaking his hand while smiling "Well aren't you the cutest thing ever! What would you need of this poor, old lady, Detective Garcia?"
But it was Link who answered "We need to talk about Jett…" she began softly, putting a hand in the woman's shoulder "Why don't we go inside the house so we can talk comfortably?"
Green eyes shifted between Zevon, Neally and Mitchell but found no answer in any of them. Then she turned to Carlos, whose smile was almost completely wiped off and then she asked "Detective Garcia? What division do you work for?"
"Homicide, ma'am" came his soft response
Ellie's hand flew up to her mouth as a sob left her mouth, tears already gathering at the corners of her eyes "Oh, please no…" she moaned, looking at Carlos pleadingly "Please tell me my boy is alright…" but Carlos didn't answer, and that only made the woman anxious "Please, detective! Tell me my son's alright!"
Zevon's hand fell upon her shoulder "Mama Ellie…" he whispered as he pulled her close "Link's right, we should probably get inside and talk, okay? Would that be okay?"
Ellie only nodded lightly, burying her face in Dak's chest, sniffling audibly. Every one moved inside the house, Dak taking the lead with Ellie in his arms, followed by Link and Logan, with Carlos taking the rear. The Latino hesitated for a moment, standing in the threshold to the living room. He usually tried to avoid talking to the victim's family, feeling out of place and sometimes even unwelcomed by them, but as Logan's partner this was a family he couldn't avoid.
Carlos sighed. Oh, the things he did for his partner.
So, that's the first chapter! Hoped you guys liked it at least a little bit! Please tell me what you think in a review. If you didn't like it, that's cool too, but maybe there's no reason in leaving a flaming review. If you did like it, riddle me this:
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I.K. Holdrige