A/N Guys... im doing it again. i cant focus on one story until its complete. i had to write this one. i couldnt help it! i guess the inspration for this story came a little from PSYCH. that AMAINGLY AWESOME show coming back on in Febuary 29. SUPER EXCITED for season 7! for all of you Psych fans out there, oh yeah, im one of them.

March 3, 1993. (Souls age: 14)

"Black Star I think that is highly inappropriate for this situation." Soul said, his voice rising a little higher than normal, as he ventured into the dining room of his house. He hung up the phone, stopped and looked down at the kitchen table that was covered in files and pictures. Mom had another case. Soul smiled and started walking over to the table and reached for a paper, when his mother shouted from the kitchen.

"Solomon Bryce Evans, don't you dare even think about touching those cases." She walked out with a coffee mug in her hands and a finger pointed straight towards his chest. He sighed and threw his head back.

"Come on mom, really? The middle name? I'm not seven anymore." She gently pushed him aside and sat back down in front of her laptop and files.

"Sometimes you act like it. Now go play… or do whatever it is you were doing before, upstairs. I'm busy." Soul stepped to the side of his mother and looked over the screen. He half laughed and pointed at the screen.

"That's funny. Black Star and I saw that guy down at the ice cream shop earlier this afternoon." He bent down at his mother's level to get a better look at the guy's photo on the computer screen. She looked at him in disbelief.

"Really? And your sure that this is the same guy were talking about." It was Souls turn to look at her in disbelief now. He stood up and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"Ha! Mom, are you seriously asking me this? How many times have I been wrong about your cases? I saw that guy in the ice cream shop." He emphasized on the word 'saw' with his hands and jumped on his toes and stood back over next to the doorway. His mother gave him a look of suspicion and closed her laptop, sighing. He knew she would cave in eventually. He just had to give her time to think it over, "Think about it. I'm going to go try and figure out what I was doing before I walked in here…" Soul sighed and turned around, slowly walking out of the dining room. Soul counted quietly to himself and smirked.

"Okay. What'd you get on the guy Soul?" he spun around on his heel and clasped his hands together.

"Glad you asked mom. While you were upstairs getting dressed this morning, I happened to stumble upon your bag, knocking everything out of it. Including the man's photo." He walked back over to his mom, "The man's name is-,"

"Henry Winsor. Age 45. Brown hair-," Soul held his hands out and shrugged his shoulders.

"Mom. Do you want me to tell you what I got on the guy or what?" She apologized silently and motioned him to carry on.

"Harry W. was an old friend of the warehouse owner down by the bay-,"

"And how'd you figure this one out?" Soul chuckled and sat down on top of the table by his mother.

"He smelt like salt and a hint salmon fish. Anyways, the guys 'friend', that I suppose was the one who was murdered, was- he was… uh… brain help me out here buddy, he was-," Soul snapped his fingers as he thought, "surprisingly I forgot." Soul glanced up at the roof then looked up at his mother as he hung his head. Soul fumbled with his hands in his lap as his mother spoke.

"Listen Soul… I know what you're going through is hard. Losing you father in that plane crash shouldn't be affecting the way you behave. You don't have to be like your father Soul. To me, I loved him. Okay? I did. But sometimes that scam of his- pretending he's psychic and all that- really was just a waste of time and to his co-workers down at the station." She held his cheek in his hand.

"Yeah, ma I know that, but listen. Just check down by the warehouse. And dad to me… he was my role model. Every dad is to their son. One thing I do know is he wasn't lying. And that should be completely obvious to you. He solved a dozen more cases that anyone down at that station could do in a week. And I know I could to. If you just let me help you with this one-," Souls mother interrupted him.

"No. I'm not letting you solve anymore of my cases Soul. One was enough, I'll let my detectives deal with it." she sighed and looked at her watch, "Go get in the shower Soul. We have to wake up early tomorrow." She tapped his cheek slightly and started cleaning up her files and pictures. Soul hopped down off the table and shuffled slowly upstairs to the bathroom.

"Night…" he shouted as he walked up the stairs feeling completely useless now. He closed the door and started to take his shower.

15 years later

"What are you going to ask her that the police haven't yet Soul?" Black star asked shoving his hands in his pockets. Soul bit his cheek and shrugged.

"Don't know. But I do know, I need you to keep an eye out for any of the detectives. can't be caught by them again. Ha… remember what happened last time we got caught?"

"Yes. I do. I also remember spending 6 hours in the holding cell with you covered in all that cat urine. You're lucky your mother is the chief…" Soul placed his hand on Black Stars chest, telling him to stop and looked back at him, pulling out a pineapple from the inside of his jacket.

"Stay here buddy…" he walked over to the girl sitting down by the fountain under the tree in the park. He stood over her for a minute and then spoke as she looked up at him.

"Wanna split a pineapple?" Soul asked like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"I'm Sorry… do I know you?" Soul sat down next to her, giving Black Star a quick glance and looking back over at the girl.

"My name is Ichbald Frenchman- sticky icky to my boys. But that's neither here nor there. The important thing is that this baby," Soul said, throwing the pineapple in his hand in the air and catching it, "is 82% Hawaiian and I've got all afternoon." She gave him a creepy look and shook her head.

"I'll give ten seconds before I scream and shove that pineapple up your-,"

"That language isn't necessary here." Soul shook his head and held the pineapple out with his elbow on his knee.

"Go away." She gathered her things in her lap and walked away. Soul, sitting confused looked at Black Star and shrugged.

"What? I don't understand, was it the way I smelled?" Soul lifted the sleeve of his shirt and held it close to his nose.

"I don't think you did anything wrong." Black Star innocently crossed his arms on top of the desk in the police department.

"You asked her if you wanted to share a pineapple. Soul! I told you years ago, if you don't work for the police department, stay out of these cases!" Soul stood up from the chair in the office picked up the name plaque, fumbling with it in his hands as he spoke.

"Mom, that was years ago… how could ever remember something that far back? Besides, how do you even know we were working a case? I could have easily just been asking her to share a pineapple with Me." he set the plaque down and sat down in his mothers chair with his feet on the desk.

"I swear-," one of her detectives walked in and interrupted her from punishing her 29 year old son.

"Chief Evans, here are the toxicology reports from the lab. They came back negative, so it looks like it wasn't suicide. Detective Kid and I going down the victims house to take another look at the crime scene." She handed Souls mother the file and started walking out of the room. His mother sighed and pointed at her son and Black Star.

"I will deal with you two later. Stay here and don't touch anything. Mcnab!" another one of her officers jogged over to her doors, "Keep an eye on these boys. Don't let them leave you sight."

"Love you too ma!" Soul jokingly yelled as she left the office. The officer walked into the room with his thumbs in his belt loops.

"Hey, guys."

"Mcnab… how's the wife? She's still Prego and all that?" Soul asked slinging his arm around his shoulder. He nodded and smiled.

"Yeah, she's fine."

"I'm pretty sure she can't become un-pregnant if she wanted to keep the baby Soul." Black Star scoffed at his friend stupidity. Soul made a face towards Black Star and walked back around the desk to the chair, sitting back in the way he was before, feet on the desk. Soul tilted his head as he watched a detective at her desk outside the small office space and squinted.

"Hey, I'll be right back Mcnab."

"Uh- chief said you have to stay here." Soul walked past him and opened the office door.

"I gotta take a potty break." Black Star shook his head and took Souls seat in the chief's chair.

"Uh… o-okay." Mcnab was confused and scratched the back of his head nervously.

Soul walked towards the detective's desk and knocked on it softly with the back of his hand on the clear spot of her desk. She looked up at him and went back to work, writing on some documents.

"What do you need?" She asked not looking up from her work. Soul looked around her desk for a name tag and spotted one near the corner and picked it up.

"I… don't think I've seen you around here before. Are you the replacement for the officer that got shot to death in a gang officiated business?" her hand stopped writing and she looked up at him. Soul waited for her to respond and started laughing, "I'm joking. He was transferred outta state. I'm Soul by the way." She relaxed and shook his hand he offered.

"Maka Albarn."

"Your Kiddos new partner right?" she nodded and set her pen down.

"Yes. Kids partner."

"I know its Kid. See, were so close that we call each other by nicknames now…" Soul half smiled and sat on the corner of her desk, "Well look who it is. Kiddo!" Kid walked over towards Maka's desk and frowned.

"What do you want? I'm busy." He snapped at Soul and started searching for a file in his desk drawer next to Maka's desk.

Somebody didn't get his coffee this morning~." Soul sang quietly, smiling. Maka giggled and stood up from her chair. Soul was about to say something, but was interrupted by his mother.

"Soul. What did I tell? Get back in my office." He sighed and threw his head back in annoyance.

"I was greeting our detective. You didn't tell me she was so pretty." The chief stood next to Soul and grabbed his arm and apologized to Maka, dragging him back into her office. She closed the door and pushed him into Mcnab.

"Mom, really? I was making conversation. I didn't ask her to split a pineapple with Me." she crossed her arms and waited for him to be quiet.

"Soul, this is a police station. Do you know what we do in a police station?" he was about to answer, "No. don't answer that. You've spent plenty of time in here to figure that out. We're here to work and save people's lives. Not to fool around with you or your little friends shenanigans." Soul was thrown aback by what his mother said and sarcastically replied.

"First off; it's not shenanigans, its life. Second; I'm getting a very strong vibe that your gonna need help with this murder case." Soul leaned back on the desk facing his mother.

"Murder? No, see you're already wrong. This case isn't a murder case at all." Soul folded his arms and waited to think of something to say.

"I can prove your head detective that it is a murder case. Come on Star, we have a crime scene to investigate." Soul walked out of her office with Black Star in suit and out of the station before his mother could stop him.

They walked down the steps and stopped to look around. Soul shoved his hands in his pockets and shifted from his waist up towards Black Star.

"Where's your car?" Black Star shook his head violently and stepped in front of Soul so he couldn't get anywhere.

"Oh, no. you're not driving my car. It's a company car, Soul. I could get fired from my actual job if anything happened to that car." Soul rolled his eyes as he spotted Black Stars small blue Mercedes. Soul half laughed in Black Star face and started off towards the car.

"Why are you laughing? You don't even have-," Soul held up a pair of keys in his hand as he walked towards the car with his back towards Black Star. Black Star stomped his foot in anger and hurried to his car, sitting in the passenger seat. Soul sat down and started the car.

"Where are we going anyways?" Black Star crossed his arms as Soul pulled out of the parking lot.

"We're gonna follow our detectives there. They won't notice we're even here." Soul said as he sped up the car. Soul smirked as he heard Black Star quietly wincing every time he sped the car up.

"See. I told you I wouldn't mess up your car." Soul said with his hands in his pockets. They were walking towards the house when the detective Soul greeted in the department appeared from the house on the porch. She crossed her arms and stood at the head of the steps. Soul stood at the bottom with Black Star standing behind him a few feet away.

"What are doing here?" She held her hands out in a gesture. Soul shrugged.

"My mother gave me strict orders to come a check out the house."

"Your mother's Chief Evans?" Soul nodded.

"I'm sorry; did I forget to mention that to you back at the station?" She uncrossed her arms.

"Yes, but you actually helped me. Now I know who to keep out of the crime scene. She called in before you two showed up and gave me specific orders not to let you two in." Soul furred his eyebrows and stuck his thumb out at Black Star.

"Oh, no, he's not coming in. he can't stand the sight of blood. I'll be quick. I'll be nimble. Like Jack." Soul said unsurely, thinking that wasn't the best reference to use in this situation. Maka gave him a confused look and shook her head slightly.

"Alright. Uhg… but don't leave my sight." Souls face brightened and he bounced up the stairs.

"Stay there buddy. I'll be quick." He gave Soul the thumbs up and sat down on the steps.

Maka led Soul through the house and pushed him against the wall for him to get out of the way for the forensics guys to pass. Soul's eyes followed them until they turned the hall corner.

"Shouldn't those guys be done with that already?" Soul asked trying to keep up with Maka.

"Yeah, they were but Kids not so sure they got enough for the case to close."

"Have they found any prints of some sort?" she looked back at Soul and stopped. Soul nearly ran into her.

"Are you still on about how this wasn't a suicide? What was it you said it was…?"

"Murder." Soul helped her out.

"Murder. Okay. That's completely wrong by the way just to let you know." Soul shook his head.

"You guys are missing a pretty big thing in this investigation. Didn't you guys question the neighbors or something?" Maka bit her lip when he asked that and rocked on the balls of her feet. She sighed and turned back around to walk into the living room. Soul followed, looking at the pictures on the walls.

"Kid." Maka called from the doorway. Kid was standing over the body; his concentration was obvious on his face, "Kid." He looked up and smiled, "Can I talk to you for a moment?" he nodded and walked over, frowning as soon as he saw Soul around the doorways corner.

"For the love of god, why are you here?" Kid asked Soul, who was holding a picture frame in his hands. Soul set the frame down on the small table next to him and cleared his throat.

"Kid, focus for one moment about the case, okay. You can worry about him later. Did you get statements from the neighbors? Anyone who was here the might of the murder- uh suicide?" She sighed at Soul for making her say murder and turned back to Kid.

"No. why would we? No one would have been looking into the house as he was stabbing himself." As Maka and Kid were discussing and unresolved problem, Soul snuck around the corner into the living room to get a good look at the body. The first thing he noticed off the back was a pair of faint hand makes around the victims throat, that could be easily missed by any officer or detective who wouldn't think of this guy being murdered. Soul gasped and turned back towards Maka and Kid, stopping them from talking. They looked at Soul and waited.

"Someone was here when this man died. The victim wasn't alone. He was obviously dead when the knife first went into him." Soul kept his hands deep in his pockets, his thumbs sticking out and a small smirk plastered on his face. Kid bit his cheek and chuckled. Maka closed her eyes and sighed, shaking her head.

"Still think we need statements?" kid asked her chuckling.

"No. Soul come on." Soul looked at Kid then back at Maka.

"I- come on. I gave you guys the most helpful clue to this case. Whoever was here the night of this man's death was obviously the one who strangled, then stabbed this man." Soul complained. Maka's head snapped back at Soul.

"Who said anything about him being strangled?" Soul innocently pointed at the dead man on the floor.

"He did."

A/N well... what do i say about this story? Its like a mixture of crime fighting, mystery solving jumble of a mess. whatcha think so far?