The beginning (!) of a FanFiction. I don't know if I'll find time to write it on. If you want to continue the story, I'm open to give you all necessary information about the new character and how it should go on...
Chapter 1
"Leon, there's a new case for you," the boss said when he entered the big hall.
"I'm on my way," Leon said and logged out of the computer.
"No, not alone. You need a partner."
"I've never needed one," he said sharply and was nearly out of the room.
But the boss grabbed his arm. "It's dangerous out there in Time Zone 12. You don't have backup."
"I've got Jaeger and Kors," Leon referred to the other timekeepers.
"Ya, they're working together. And you need someone who watched you that you have enough time on your clock," the boss reminded him again.
"And who do you propose?" Timekeeper Raymond Leon asked and his ice cold light-blue eyes stared down at his boss who started to smile for having 'convinced' the worker. He led Leon through the corridor and into another big hall.
"Miss Riddle?" he asked and a young woman turned around. She was very thin, tall, about one meter seventy-five, had very blonde hair and deepest black eyes.
"That's timekeeper Theresa Riddle," the boss explained. "That's Raymond Leon, I told you about him," he said to her and the two timekeepers shook their hands. "And you will be nice to each other!" the boss reminded them. "Miss Riddle is new here, she worked In Time Zone 3 before," he added and disappeared in the crowd of working timekeepers.
"How long?" Leon asked shortly.
"Long enough," she answered and they walked out to the parking garage.
"I assume not as long as I did?"
"No. You're here for over fifty years, right?"
"Yes," he answered unfriendly and together they stepped into his car and he started driving.
Timekeepers Riddle and Leon arrived at the crime scene when two others were pulling the body out of the river. Kors and Jaeger, the other two timekeepers Leon was working with, were watching.
They stepped out of the car and Leon introduced his new partner: "Jaeger, Kors, that's Timekeeper Theresa Riddle. She'll now work with us." They exchanged 'hello's while Leon was already examining the body.
"Thirteen zeros. Unlucky for all," Jaeger commented. "The last time anyone saw him alive, there was over a century on that clock."
"Well, around here, they'd kill you for a week. What was he doing in this Time Zone?" Timekeeper Leon asked and looked around.
"What I was thinking was he might have brought this on himself," Jaeger proposed.
"Interesting. How long you been keeping time, Jaeger?" Leon asked sharply.
"Five years."
"Let me know what you think when you have been doing it for 50. It doesn't matter why he came here. What matters are the hundred years that came with him…Theresa, what do you think?"
"Stolen…but I assume nobody saw anything," the blonde girl answered. She wore a tight black latex-suit and a black coat with black boots, typical for time keepers, they were all dressed in black.
"See, she's here for a day and already better than you," Leon said.
"Gotta be a witness," Jaeger mentioned.
"Like she said," he muttered and turned around to examine the environment.
"What would you like us to do, sir?" Kors asked.
"What we always do. Follow the time," he said and walked back to the car. "Theresa, come with me," he ordered and she followed.
Before he opened his car, a nut from the other side of the river screamed over: "Hey, Ray. I'll give you ten minutes for an hour."
"When are you gonna get out of the game, Leila? You must be pushing sixty!"
"Thanks for letting everyone know," she snapped back and the two timekeepers got in the car. But Theresa hesitated a moment, "is that a video camera?" she asked and pointed up.
"Well seen, come on. We're gonna get the tape," Leon said and they drove away.
"What do you think?" Kors asked Jaeger when they were alone again with the dead body.
"About what?"
"About her," he answered.
"She's…pretty."
"Pretty? She's damned hot. And now, she's gotta work with him. What a waste…"
"He's fast," Jaeger said impressed. The three timekeepers were sitting at the computer screen, Leon was standing, and were watching the video tape.
"He's gonna have to be," Leon mentioned with his soft voice and the Irish accent.
"The camera doesn't show us how the body got into the river," Kors reminded. "What do we really know?"
"What do we know?" Leon muttered. "We know that most thefts in Dayton amount to hours or days. This was a century. I don't see anymore circulation."
"He could have capsuled the time," Kors proposed but Theresa shook her head: "You can't hide a hundred years in the ghetto."
"That's right," Leon said surprised but without turning around. "They can sense when a man has a month more than he should."
"Then the time must have left town," Theresa suggested and that was the moment when Leon turned around. "You check it out," he ordered the other three timekeepers.
"Sir, you were right," Jaeger said two hours later.
"If you turn back the clock the day of Hamilton's death, and look at the time checks, someone spent years crossing four different Time Zones from Dayton-"
"To New Greenwich. The cameras picked up his suspicious behavior," Leon ended the sentence. "He's conscious of the surveillance, he doesn't have a bodyguard and he runs."
"But if he has the time, he doesn't need to run," Jaeger mentioned. He and Kors had problems walking as fast as Leon did, Theresa was fit enough and used to it.
"It's a hard habit to break," Leon answered and they slowed down to the woman who watched the surveillance videos.
"You're looking for a match?" Leon asked.
"His name is Will Salas," she answered.
Leon's face became ice cold and pale.
"You know him?" Theresa asked.
But he shook his head. "No. I remember his father," he said slowly at exactly the same moment when they received another phone call.
"A usual few hours missing," Kors declared.
Leon nodded. "Theresa and I will solve this, you two find out more about him," Leon decided and pointed at the picture of Salas on the screen.
It was already late night when Theresa and Leon came back from arresting a usual mobster. It was nearly nobody left in the timekeeper office.
"I'll go home," he explained but she asked: "You always go home alone?" He looked surprised but nodded.
"You're from here, right?"
"What do you mean?"
"You walk fast, you can run fast, you're in a hurry and you take your daily time rations very lately. You're used to not having much time on your clock," she said and stared into his crystal blue eyes.