AN:
I might update this story once or twice every other week. Also if some characters seem to be more odd or or eccentric than usual then it's for a reason. By the way this story is unbeta'd so every mistake is mine, sorry about that.
The antiseptic smell of hospitals would bother him on a typical day but now it was welcomed. He could stand it as long as he was able to get something useful out of this visit. He looked over the files in his lap and glanced at the pictures.
A picture of a mangled body who was identified as a grown man and another of a young boy, no older than eighteen lying bleeding on the ground a few blocks away from the murder. Both drew a normal childlike smile to his face. They had to be connected. He was positive of it.
"Detective Jones? Detective Kirkland? The patient is stable enough to see you now." A nurse said to Alfred and Arthur who was sitting next to him and sipping on a cup of tea.
He gleefully stood and bounced down the halls as the nurse led them to the room of their little suspect. From the corner of his eyes he could see Arthur roll his eyes, muttering under his breath about bloody and wankers.
"Aw! Cheer up Artie we have our first lead in months!" He exclaimed and clapped Arthur on his sensitive old man back just to listen to him complain.
"Stop that! Don't call me that and don't touch me!" Arthur hissed with venom in his forest green eyes.
Before they could get too into bickering the nurse cleared her throat to interrupt their banter. "We're here in Mr. Łukasiewicz's room. He is still in pain and we have him medicated while his head wound heals. Please be respectful." She said.
Alfred barged his way into the room once she opened the door. That damn smell was even more concentrated in this room. It made Alfred's skin crawl. He wanted to rip out the bugs underneath his skin but stopped himself in favour of looking over their newest lead.
A small fragile body was lying in a propped up hospital bed with a pillow place behind his head. His shoulder length blonde hair splayed around his head gave him an angelic look, only the bloody bandage wrapped around his head interrupted that image. The heavy bags under his half lidded eyes gave him an incredibly tired look. An IV fed into his small pale wrist kept a steady drip of pain killers being delivered to his body
This was Feliks Łukasiewicz the man who was so very important to him.
He was so busy evaluating Feliks he almost missed the brown haired man sitting at his bedside, clutching onto his hand as if it was a life line. He looked at him and Arthur with hesitant distrustful eyes. Oh so he's very protective over Feliks. A boyfriend? No, a very close friend. Maybe a one sided crush. How sweet and tragic...
The brunette was small and had large green eyes. His brown hair fell gently around his face similar to how their witness's hair fell. The difference was this one had a more gentler feel to him whle their witness had a sharper feel.
He glanced over at Arthur who looked surprised to see the brown haired boy there but his expression quickly hardened as soon as he noticed Alfred staring.
Arthur stepped forward, "Hello, I am Detective Kirkland and this is my partner Detective Jones. We're here to interview you about what you saw a few days ago but we cannot have outsiders here." A pointed look at the brunette.
Almost instantly the brunette began to protest, "I-I don't think now is the right time. I told Feliks he needed to rest instead of worrying about some s-stupid case." He said and chewed on his bottom lip. The chewing, the stuttering. He seems like the nervous type.
Feliks lifted a hand and pressed a finger against his friend's lips. "Like, hush Toris. I think you're more worried about this whole situation than me." He said with a hint of amusement in his voice.
Toris began to protest again but Feliks cut him off.
"Shhh, I'll be fine. You should head home and take care of babcia."
Toris searched Feliks' eyes in what seemed to be a silent conversation before he sighed, slumping forward. He grabbed his keys then left without saying another word.
Then it was just them three alone in the room. The beeping of the heart monitor filling the emptiness while Arthur and Alfred sat down next to their witness.
"So, Mr. Łukasiewicz," Arthur began. "You're a very lucky man in more ways than one. We just have a few questions for you." He turned to Alfed to give him the okay.
"Where were you on the night of May thirteenth?"
"I was walking home from work when I stumbled upon t-that." His voice wavered noticeably to Alfred's entertainment.
"Did you get a glimpse at the murderer?" He fired his next question.
"Well, it was, like, so hard to see but I think he had purple eyes and pale skin." Feliks tried to wrack his brain for something more helpful but nothing came to mind.
Arthur raised a bushy eyebrow, "Nothing else? That description is pretty vague."
Alfred watched Feliks furrow his perfectly waxed eyebrows whike shaking head and knew he wasn't lying. The hit must have damaged his memory. He smiled but more bared his teeth than anything.
"One last question for now. Are you willing to help us out on this case besides being just a witness?"
Feliks's eyes widened from their perpetual lidded form. He was getting ready to shake his head when Arthur pulled out an envelope from his files.
"Go on, open it." He encouraged with a small professional smile.
Feliks eyed them warily, "Okay... But if it's like snakes or something scary I'm suing..." He said, voice trailing off as he read the letter. His eyes bulged out of his skull and he gasped. "That much money?!"
Arthur nodded, "We know your grandmother is sick with this money you can cover her medical expenses with much still left over." He said in a coaxing tone. "All yours for your help."
Feliks was nodding almost instantly.
Hook, line, sinker. The kid was just too easy to convince.
"Now sign here, here, and here." Arthur shot Alfred a smug look before fishing out a pen for Feliks to use.
Alfred would feel bad for the kid if he was anyone else. He had no idea what he was getting himself into. He was obviously traumatized from what he had witnessed but dangle a bribe in front of anyone's eyes and you've got them wrapped around your slimy little finger.
Arthur and Alfred stood once Feliks had finished signing. "Pleasure doing business with you Mr. Łukasiewicz." Arthur tipped his hat like a gentleman then they left together.
Feliks was feeling giddy about the whole ordeal. Now he could finally take care of the most important people in his life!
But... why did it feel like he just sold his soul over to the devil?
"Because you did, dear. Try not to be so impulsive next time and think before putting your signature down on things."
Feliks gritted his teeth and tried to banish the thought from his head. He settled down for a nap and dreamed of green eyed venomous snakes and blue slimy serpents with Cheshire grins.
