Shinigami-cat: Well... here's the next chapter... I OWN NOTHING!

Victim in the water

There are no fingerprints
Deep under water
Nothing to tie one to a crime
And if you seek vengeance
All you need are instruments of pain

'Mermaider' by Dethklok

Gilbert flicked a paper ball across his desk hitting Alfred in the head. "Watch it frosty." Said Alfred. Gilbert rolled his eyes. He hated that knick name. Every time he heard it he wanted to punch Alfred right in the face... and request a new partner that could handle his awesomeness. He rolled up another piece of paper and flicked it at Alfred. He missed and it landed on Alfred's burger.

Suddenly Feliks clopped into the room with a huge smile on his face. "You two would like never believe what just happened!" He said.

"Lady Gaga's in town?" Asked Alfred.

"You hacked Alfred's bank account because he wouldn't pay off your shoes?" Asked Gilbert. Alfred hit Gilbert in the head with an empty cola bottle.

Feliks rolled his eyes. "Like no and no, but I'll do that later."

"Hey!"

"Like you didn't see that coming." Said Feliks. "Anyway a friend of a friend told me that there was like a totally awesome club that like opened down town! We should like check it out after work."

"Sweet!" Said Alfred. "Is it that place near the harbour? The non-criminal side?"

Feliks nodded. "Yep. What about you Gilbert? Are you in or out?"

Gilbert thought for a minute. "I'd love to go... but I should probably go home. Birdie's still seems a little off. Even if he says that he's fine."

"Okay then." Said Feliks. "It's settled. Alfred and I are like going to get smashed tonight."

Alfred's phone began to ring. He picked it up. "Hello...? Okay then." He put down the phone and frowned. "Looks like we'll have to reschedule that drink Feliks."

"That's like so not cool!" Whined Feliks.

Gilbert rolled his eyes. "What happened?"

Alfred stood up and put on his brown bomber jacket. "There was a body found in the harbour. Near some club called Magic carp."

"That's the club!" Said Feliks. Then he pouted. "I guess this means I be like on the graveyard shift tonight. LOL no pun intended."

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Matthew sighed as he unpacked a new shipment of books. Sometimes he wondered why he even owned a book shop. Hardly anyone read books anymore. They preferred to read on line. Electronic books. Matthew was a little saddened by this. He himself rather likes reading an actual book than be hooked up to a computer, iPad, iPhone or any other electronic device, basking I its unnatural glow.

He looked at the cover of the book. It was a horror romance novel. He looked at the blurb and frowned. Apparently it was about a girl who fell in love with some supernatural creature. Surprisingly not a vampire or werewolf for once. Some stuff about a curse and some murders stuck in there somewhere. Matthew shrugged and put it on the shelf.

His books store was full of different kind of books from fiction to non-fiction. Once he had finished stacking the shelf he walked back to the cash register and sighed. Once again no one was in his shop. "What to do... what to do..." He said to himself. "I hope Gilbert's having a better time than me..."

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Gilbert practically jumped out of the car. He couldn't take Alfred and his incessant talking anymore. "Oh come on." Said Alfred. "Okay you can be Batman! I'll be Superman!"

"I don't care!" Yelled Gilbert. "Let's just get this over with!" Gilbert quickly moved through the crowd of people that had gathered around the crime scene to see what was going on. Gilbert quickly ducked under the tape and walked over to a fiery red head who was talking to a forensic person in a thick Scottish accent.

"Now shove off lad and don't come back until you got something." Said the Scotsman. Gilbert grinned.

"Hey Scotty." He said. "What's up?"

Scott turned to Gilbert and sighed. "Hey there Gilbert. Where's the yank?"

Suddenly Alfred materialized next to Gilbert. "The hero is here!"

Scott face palmed. "Right... so anyway I assume you want to know what's happening."

"If you wouldn't mind." Said Gilbert.

Scott nodded and gestured for them to follow him. "Early this morning the owner of Magic carp was closing up when he found the body."

Alfred opened his note book and jotted down some notes. "Name of the guy that found the body?" He asked.

Scott sighed. "I can't for the life of me pronounce it! But everyone calls him Hong Kong."

Alfred nodded and took it down. Gilbert looked over at a body bag on the dock. "That's the victim?"

"Yep." Said Scott. "There was no ID on him but we know he looks like he's in his late teens to early twenty's." They walked over to the body bag and Scott opened it. Inside was a guy with blond hair and a huge bruise on his forehead. "I'm assuming that he was knocked out and thrown into the water."

Gilbert frowned. "Maybe... seems likely. No bullet holes?"

"Nope." Said Scott. "Not even a stab wound."

"Blunt force trauma perhaps?" Suggested Alfred.

Gilbert shrugged. "Well we won't know until Feliks has a look at him... but it is a tossup between drowning and blunt force trauma... unless it's poison."

Scott shrugged and zipped the body bag back up. "Whatever. Just as long as we catch the guy who did it I don't care." He passed Alfred and Gilbert a pair of rubber gloves. "Feel free to have a look around. Yell if you find anything."

"Will do." Said Alfred. Scott nodded and walked off.

Gilbert put on the gloves and walked to the edge of the dock. He looked out across the water and sighed. He loved his job. He really did. Finding the bad guy and locking them away. Making them pay for what they did. It made him feel like he was atoning for what he did to Matthew for so long. But he still hated that people murdered each other.

"Why do people do it?" He said to himself.

"Do what?" Asked Alfred.

"Kill each other." Said Gilbert. "Humans are the only animals that actually kill each other for some kind of weird gain... I mean animals kill their own species for at least three reasons; food, rival, enemy... human kill each other for a hell of a lot more reasons than just that."

Alfred shrugged. "Well that's just the way life is... so for the body to be washed up here, the body could have been dumped from either the bridge or the other side of the harbour."

Gilbert nodded in approval. "But why dump the body in the harbour?"

"Easy way to wash away DNA." Said Alfred. "No finger prints, no sweat, no saliva, no nothing. Plus it's a convenient dump site."

Gilbert nodded. "True... true. So we know at least one thing about our killer."

"What?"

"They either panicked and dumped them here or they don't give a damn about him."

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Matthew sighed and rolled a pen across the counter and sighed. Another day without customers. "Maybe I should jut sell the place..." He mumbled. "Sell the place and get a job at... an office somewhere... but I like the flexible hours."

Suddenly the door opened and in walked a man. His blond hair was spiked up and tall and he had a pretty expressionless face. It reminded Matthew a little of Ludwig. He walked over to a book shelf and picked up a book. He flicked through it before nodding and walking over to Matthew. "Do you have any books on forensics?" He asked.

Matthew blinked a couple of times. "Um... I think so... next to the section on crime up the back."

"Thanks." He said. The man quickly turned and walked to the back of the shop.

Matthew smiled. 'Maybe I will have a customer today.' After about twenty minutes the man came back with five books and put them on the counter.

"Do you have Scraping the surface by Natasha Glue?" He asked.

"I'll check." Said Matthew. He quickly searched on the computer and frowned. "Sorry we don't have that book in stock... But I can order it if you want."

"Thanks." He said.

Matthew quickly scribbled down the name and author of the book down. "I just need your name and your phone number."

The man nodded and quickly scribbled his details down. "Can I pay for these books now?"

"Sure." Matthew quickly scanned the books and put them in a bag. "$150.95 please."

The man handed over the money and picked up his bag. "Thanks um..."

"Matthew." Said Matthew. "I'll call when your book comes in." He nodded and left the store. Matthew looked down at the paper. "Lars huh?"

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Gilbert and Alfred were walking around the harbour. Gilbert was surprised at how focused Alfred was, but then again he was always focused right at the beginning of a new case... and then by the end he would get bored and start eating burgers and making stupid comments.

"So if my hunch is right which it should be." Said Alfred. "They wouldn't have dumped the body from the bridge because it's a little too obvious and people would see that. So they would have to have thrown the body from the harbour... I'm thinking somewhere close to the bridge but not too close."

Gilbert nodded. "Yes... that makes sense... Perhaps the murder actually took place under the bridge. That way any noise is muffled by the traffic and it's easy to dispose of the body."

So they walked under the bridge and began to poke around a bit. There was a heck of a lot of rubbish there. 'What the heck?' Thought Gilbert. 'Why the hell is there so much rubbish here? Hasn't anyone around here ever heard of a bin?'

"OH MY GOD!" Screamed Alfred. Gilbert ran to his side.

"What? What did you find?"

Alfred pointed to a half-eaten Big Mac. "How could someone just throw out half? It's so inhumane!"

Gilbert took a deep breath and supressed the urge to throw Alfred into the harbour. "Alfred we are looking for clues that will help us solve a murder... Not clues about who threw out half a Big Mac."

Alfred pouted. "But this is a crime Gilbert. No one can just throw out half a Big Mac and get away with it!"

"Shut up Alfred." Snapped Gilbert. He turned around and continued to look around. He kicked a card board box out of the way and smirked. "Hey Alfred I found some blood. Still a little fresh too." Alfred walked over to the blood and smiled.

"Well it looks like we found our murder scene." He said. "What's this blue gunk?" Alfred pointed to a translucent blue gel like glob mixed in with the blood.

Gilbert shrugged. "A clue? Call Scott. I'll look around a bit more. See if I can find anything else." Alfred nodded and called Scott to get the forensics team over here.

While Alfred was doing that Gilbert continued to look through the trash. But he didn't see anything. Maybe the others would have better luck.

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When Matthew had ordered the book for Lars it became apparent that no one else was going to bother to come in so he closed the shop and went home. At the moment he was chopping up vegetables to make soup. Chicken noodle soup to be precise.

'Potatoes, carrots, corn, cauliflower, spinach, garlic, salt, pepper, rosemary, tarragon, chicken stock, noodles and chicken. ' Thought Matthew. 'I should buy some more garlic. We're almost out.'

He put the lid on the pot and like it simmer. Dinner would be ready in three hours and Gilbert would be back by then. Matthew picked a book from the book shelf and sat down to read. But blushed as soon as he saw what the book actually was. It was one of those fake books. The ones that look like a book but when you open it up there was a secret compartment. Well in this one was a porno. Matthew closed the book and sighed. "Gilbert you idiot."

He put the book back on the shelf and grabbed a different one. He was mildly disappointed that Gilbert did such a crappy job of hiding it. At last the book he got this time didn't contain a pornographic DVD. So he ended up reading that for three hours.

The door creaked open and in walked Gilbert. "I'm back Birdie." He walked over to Matthew and kissed his forehead. "How was your day?"

"I sold five books." Said Matthew.

Gilbert beamed. "That's brilliant!"

"How was your day?" Asked Matthew.

"New case." Said Gilbert. "A guy was found floating in the harbour. I'm betting he was poisoned, drowned or beaten to death."

"Sounds interesting." Said Matthew. "Do you want dinner now?"

"Sure. What is it?"

"Chicken noodle soup." Said Matthew. "Should be ready by now."

"Sounds great." Said Gilbert. "Dish it up and I'll be out in a bit." He walked off to the bed room while loosening his tie.

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Feliks mumbled as he put on his lab coat. "I don't see why they can't like make it in pink. White is like not fab at all!" Once he had finished complaining he snapped on his gloves and stood over the body of there John Doe.

Feliks pulled back the guys eyelids and frowned. His eyes had little scratches skimming over them. It was obvious to Feliks that it was done post-mortem. He pressed a button on his head set and began to record his findings. "So like there are these scratches on this guy's eyes. And there seems to be like s fragment of glass or plastic under his left eye lid." Feliks used some tweezers to remove the plastic. "Like my mistake. Looks like a contact lens. Purple in colour."

Feliks bagged the lens and continued with the autopsy. He looked over the guy's head and ran his fingers over the scalp. "His skull is slightly dented. Possibly received during the attack." He looked over the man's body. "So... he like has defensive wounds on his arms, mainly his wrists. Probably caused by a rope of some kind... they are also like present on his legs about mid-thigh. There are also dark bruises on his chest and body in general."

Once Feliks was done with his general analysis he picked up a scalpel and began to cut into the man's chest. He quickly peeled back the skin and muscle tissue to get to the rib cage. "Like three of his ribs are cracked. One of them puncturing his left lung."

He carefully pulled the guy apart piece by piece. Giving detailed descriptions about anything and everything he saw. Every now and then he would take a sample for later analysis.

"Okay, so I like just noticed an abnormal amount of blood near the intestines I assume that an organ was ruptured or something but just going to check it out." He shifted and poked around a bit until he felt something hard and slightly metallic. He pulled it out and made a noise of surprise. "Like this is interesting! Looks like a piece of metal... now why would he have a bit of metal in his guts?"

He shifted the guts around a little bit more so he could see and gasped. "Like no freaking way... This is like totally going to freak out the guys when I tell them!"

TBC

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