Finally back with Chapter 2! I apologize it is so short. However, I felt it was a good place to stop. I promise Chapter 3 will be longer. Again, reviews are very much appreciated and welcomed. Enjoy!

- 7 Weeks Later -

That Friday was just like any other. Cam got word from Kay to meet them at, of all places, an indoor rock climbing gym. Maintenance found a body hanging from one of the climbing walls during the opening process. She gazed up at the wall whilst Mike tried to gather info from one of the instructors.

"How's it hangin'?"

The magician cracks with a grin, entering the center. Kay whips around to face their consultant. Quite honestly, the sudden announcement made her start a bit. Though she would fight like Hell denying this.

"Well Cameron, nice you could join us. By the way, rather poor taste with the "hangin'" reference"

She arches a brow at him with a smirk. He knew she wasn't serious. Though there were times this was debatable. He looks down momentarily and snorts.

"Kay, I can't help it. Black magic, black humor. Kinda goes hand 'n hand. And before you judge, I only practiced black once…on a Furby"

She rolls her eyes with a chuckle and proceeds to brief him on what was gathered thus far.

"Our vic was 29 year old, Shelly Atkins. Fellow climbing instructor, ran quite a popular harness safety vlog in her free time.."

"Hmm"

He droned a response. Looking over the wall and its holding grips for any possible signs of tampering. Just then, the instructor that Mike had been speaking with- makes his way over towards the agent and illusionist.

It was then Cameron caught a whiff of the quite pungent body spray this muscle-bound Cheeto had apparently bathed in. Each step he took, it just got stronger. Weirdly enough though, Kay and Mike seemed completely unaffected by the smell. Or if they did, didn't make it completely obvious. Cam starts gagging and immediately throws his shirt collar over his mouth and nose.

"Umm, are you gonna be okay, Cam?"

She inquired, concerned. Mike and the instructor look on in pure befuddlement. This was just not like the young magician. Sure, he was a bit quirky at times. But it just wasn't in his nature to outright act like a prick towards others. He never even had the chance to respond before finding himself braced against the climbing wall. Slightly hunched over, puking his guts out. The two agents briskly walk to his side to try and help.

All this roided Oompa Loompa could do was stand there and laugh that obnoxious frat boy laugh. Reaching for his phone to record. "Oh, this' so goin' on Instagram" he states. It was at that moment Kay wished Cameron would've just puked on this loser's shoes instead.

He hadn't even pressed the red circle to start recording, before Mike put a kibosh to his feeble attempt at social media fame. He snatches the device from the instructor's hands and chucked it on one of the wall's ledges.

"Not today, Pauly D"