Prologue

My name is Joe Sceptile, private eye detective. I live at 1600 Grovyle Street in Torch City, a town entirely inhabited by Pokémon in the Kalos Region. Like I said before, I'm a private eye, you wouldn't believe how much crime happens in this city, so it's up to me, and the TCPD to bring them to justice. My apartment is also my office where I work, and I work alone. I used to that is.

It was 12:03 PM and I was on my way to The Eevee Sisters Café for lunch, it's the best restaurant in town, in my opinion that is. It was then I bumped into some Marshtomp who wasn't looking where he was going. Things would have gone ugly if he wasn't a kid.

"I'm so sorry Mister," the kid said picking up the books and papers he was carrying.

"It's fine," I said, " just look where you're going next time." I helped him pick up his thing and noticed he had a copy on 'Houndoom of Baskerville,' a popular human mystery book. I wondered what he was doing with it. Before I could ask, he snatched it out of my paw and ran off. It was a little weird how the kid just stormed off like that, but it was probably nothing so I got back on my feet and continued on my way to the café.

I kept thinking of that kid on the way there. I kept asking myself, "how did he get that book. The only way to get it is from a bookstore or library in a human town, and last I checked, humans don't really accept money from Pokémon. It was definitely bought; it didn't have a barcode that libraries use and it looked like it was read a lot. His trainer must've bought it and gave it to him to remember him bye before he came here. That's the most logical answer, he could've also stolen it but he doesn't seem like the criminal type. After making my deduction, I was only a block away from the café.

I arrived at he café at 12:06 PM and seated myself at my usual spot, a small table in the corner closest to the building with a green and red umbrella. I always chose this spot because it was just far enough away from the sidewalk so no one could see or hear me going over cases. My waitress Sylveon came to take my order.

"Welcome back Joe," she said, "I deduce you will be wanting the usual." She always used that joke whenever I came to eat here, the reason why was because of my job as a private eye.

"Guilty as charged," I joked back. She nodded and wrote down my order and went back into the café, she came out ten minutes prior with my food and drink, an Occa Berry Coffee and a crescent glazed with Pecha Berry icing.

As I took a bite of my crescent, Sylveon asked, "Hey did you hear about Meloetta's upcoming concert?"

"Yes I did," I replied, "I already got two tickets, definitely looking forward to it."

"You plan on taking Taylor?"

"Yeah, I just hope it'll make up for me canceling our date during the Hochkrow Case a few days back."

"I'm sure it will."

I continued with my lunch and left a tip on the table and made my way back to my office.

It was 7:49 PM at the Lilligant Theatre, only eleven minutes until the concert started. I was sitting in the front secondary rows with Taylor Megantum, my date for tonight. Me and Taylor go way back, during our days in high school, she was always fond of my detective skills, but hated it when it got between spending time together, I even cursed myself for it as well. I always made up for it and she'd always forgive me as well. She also understood that work always came before pleasure, she was a lead reporter for the Daily Gloom, the most popular (and only) newspaper in the city.

While we were waiting for Meloetta to come on stage, me and Taylor decided to have a little conversation. "So how's things at the presses?" I asked.

"Oh the same," she replied, "I haven't really gotten a good story since Madame Muk's arrest. I'm hoping that after the concert I can get an interview with Meloetta, it'd be the highlight of my career."

"Maybe if I join you I can get her autograph," I joked. I knew chances of anyone, even the press, had very little chance of meeting the famous pop star pokèmon in person.

"Fat chance buster," she joked back, "the only way you could get back there is if you were working on a case, and last I checked you were just here to have a good time."

"You got me there," I mused.

Just then the lights dimmed down and the curtains opened to reveal a band consisting of a few Kricketune, Wartortle, Leavanny, and there was a Lilligant standing in the center of the stage.

"Thank you all for coming," she said into the microphone, "now please welcome, miss Meloetta." A light shown to the far side of the stage where Lilligant was pointing, but there was no one there. After a while, she asked one of the Kricketune to see what the hold up was. After a few minutes, the Kricketune came back with a panicked expression on his face.

"S-S-She's gone!"

A/N: Thanks for reading you guys. This shall be the first of many detective stories I will be doing in the future. All of them will feature Joe as he cracks many cases. Please Favorite and Review, I will try to post new chapters every Thursday.