Ylisstol 99th Precinct, 9:30 AM
A muscular blonde man in a black tank top opened a fridge in the break room. "Yogurt... yogurt... yo... gone... It's gone." He gasped and began to shuffle through the fridge. After a few minutes, he slouched out of break room. He stopped in front of the secretary's desk and stood still. The black haired woman, wearing a black sweatshirt a size too big, refused to lift her eyes from the book of the occult she was reading. "What happened, Vaike? Did you forget your weights at home?" She mocked him dryly.
"Pfft, of course not, my yogurt is missing..." He slammed his hands on her desk. "You're my prime suspect, Tharja. God knows you don't give a damn about others." Tharja lowered her book and stared at his hands touching her desk.
"Neither do you apparently. Hands off of the desk." Vaike complied. "Tell me,Vaike, what is that hanging around your neck?" She asked. he looked down to his chest, then rolled his eyes.
"You know damn well I'm a detective." Vaike sneered. Tharja returned the gaze.
"Then prove it, solve this little case of yours and stop bothering me." She picked up her reading. Vaike walked away muttering something inaudible under his breath, nearly bulldozing a blue-haired detective over his own desk. He wore a navy blue hoodie and a badge on his belt .
"Whoa! What's his deal?" He asked.
"Someone ate his disgusting yogurt." A redhead with long hair answered from a close by desk. She was dressed more formally than the others with an open navy blazer with a white dress shirt under and matching pants. The man chuckled.
"What flavor was it today, Cordelia? Tuna? Beef?" He began to guess the flavor of the yogurt. Cordelia scrunched her nose in disgust and leaned in.
"Chocolate and Pork." She answered.
"Your kidding. Who even makes this stuff." He said. "Well, I'm sure he will get over it."
"I'm not to sure of that, Chrom. Vaike holds grudges for a long time. Remember last annual barbecue?" Cordelia said, shaking her head.
Annual Police Barbecue, One Year Ago
Chrom stood silently enjoying the summer breeze in the park with a beer in hand. Suddenly, Vaike tackled him to the ground. "Vaike, what the hell?!" Chrom snarled. Vaike got back up onto his feet and yelled.
"That was for the fourth grade!"
Ylisstol 99th Precinct, Present
"I still don't know what I did." Chrom said. A well decorated man walked past towards equally decorated office. Chrom caught up with him, files in hand. "Ah, Captain Frederick, can we talk for a moment? Frederick nodded.
"Absolutely, please... come in." He said stoically. They entered the office and Chrom closed the door. "What is this about, detective?" He questioned as he pushed his tie to his chest to sit down in his leather computer chair.
"Well, sir, since Stahl is on vacation, I wanted your thoughts on who should be my partner on the stakeout later this week." Chrom said. Frederick leaned in back in his chair.
"I see, well... I will look over the case and make a decision on who should go with you." He heard a girlish giggle from outside of his office, then looked through the window over Chrom's right shoulder and noticed a man in a dark purple police uniform and platinum hair speaking to his secretary, Tharja Reyes. The man wore a few medals above his left breast pocket and held his officer's cap under his arm. "We will discuss this matter at a different time, Chrom. For right now I..." Frederick stopped speaking as there was a knock at the door. He and Chrom looked at each other, confused. Tharja never knocked, she always just walked in. "Uhhh, come in." She opened the door, holding her book close to her chest..
"Captain Jackson, Dectective Robin Winters is here to see you." She informed Frederick.
"Yes, thank you, Ms. Reyes. Bring him in." Frederick said. Tharja turned to Robin.
"He can see you now." She said. Robin entered Frederick's office, passing her on the way in.
"Thank you, Ms. Reyes." He said with a charming smile.
"Please, call me Tharja." She replied, smirking, her back against the open door. Frederick stood from his chair.
"Dismissed, Tharja. Please close the door on the way out." Frederick ordered. Tharja groaned as she left the room, shutting the door behind her. She sat at her desk and began use the camera on her phone to ger a subtle picture of the new detective. She then noticed the uneasy silence around the precinct. She looked up from her phone to find out the entire squad of detectives was staring at her.
"What?" She asked with a glare. Cordelia and another red-headed woman with curly hair and a fit build both smiled smugly.
"Oh, nothing. It's just you suddenly became a completely different person when a total stranger spoke a total of three sentences to you."Cordelia said, then she gasped. "Sully, do you know what this means?"
"She's human?" Sully playfully answered. Tharja stood up and began to walk to the break room, but stopped when the captain's door opened. Frederick stepped out first, followed by Chrom, then Robin.
"Attention everyone, Detective Winters has requested that we skip the formalities." Frederick announced.
"Aw, but Captain, we love formalities." Sully said sarcastically. Frederick showed no reaction but a straight face.
"Everyone does, Detective. No, Robin here has offered to buy drinks for the squad. We meet after work at Anna's Place across the street. Is that agreeable?" Frederick asked. The entire room applauded and cheered. Frederick leaned in close and spoke to Robin from under his breath. "I sure hope that your wallet can take the hit." Robin smiled and offered his hand for a handshake, revealing a wrist brace.
"I assure you that it can." He replied as Frederick shook his hand. Robin then looked at his watch. " Well, I have a lot of unpacking to do and not much time to do it. I will see you all tonight then!" He said as he headed for the elevator. Tharja spoke up.
"Bye..." Robin smiled and nodded goodbye, then boarded the elevator and placed his hat on his head as the doors closed. Frederick glanced at her.
"'Bye?' Tharja, are you unwell? You never show that kind of etiquette to any of the other detectives." He stated. Tharja backed slowly into the break room. Sully chuckled.
"'Cause she doesn't want to do other detectives." She said quietly before taking a drink of her coffee.
"Excuse me, Detective? I didn't hear that." Frederick said in an intimidating tone. Cordelia chimed in.
"Oh nothing, Captain. Sully was just suggesting that Tharja should drink some water. Seems like she's pretty... thirsty." The room roared in laughter as Sully and Cordelia high-fived. Tharja stared daggers at the pair through the break room windows.
"That's enough! Everyone, back to work!" Frederick ordered. The squad dispersed. Cordelia felt her phone vibrate on her desk and picked it up. She noticed a text on the screen.
"Uh oh." She stood from her chair.
"What happened?" Chrom asked.
"Remember my roommate, Sumia? She wo rks at the jewelry store on 48th street." Cordelia reminded him.
"Hard to forget a woman who spills her drink on me every time we meet." He chuckled.
"Well, the store was robbed and her boss thinks she did it." She revealed. Chrom stopped laughing immediately and cleared his throat.
"Oh, well, let's go check it out." He said, grabbing his phone from his desk. "C'mon."
To Be Continued...
I'm back kiddies. It's been a while and I decided to write a comedy. I just hope you guys enjoy the future installments with this series. Feel free to write a review and offer ideas.
Mattariago, OUT!
