AN/ Okay, I know I could give you guys a TON of excuses on why I haven't updated in so long, but I know that you don't care. I just wanna say I'm sorry. I'm really gonna try to keep on top of this story, but it's hard for me, especially since it's my first one. Dave and Connor are just builder characters, but everyone else has a secret. That you should try to guess. But that would involve reviewing! I'm still a little sketchy on my writing style, so I'm sorry if it changes. And, one last thing, what do you guys think of me getting a twitter, so I could update and give you snippets of my stories. y/n? Enjoy!


Connor DesLauriers

Detective Cameron knew one thing about Connor after a minute with him. He liked to shrug.

Every question was answered with a shrug.

"Why'd you leave the meeting?"

Shrug.

"Where'd you go?"

Shrug.

"Who'd you go with?"

Shrug.

All basic questions. But Connor refused to answer any.

"What's Wesley's deal with Fitz?" He thought he saw Connor stiffen. He thought he saw regognition of something that might be vital to the case in Connor's eyes. He thought that Connor may even know who killed Mark Fitzgerald. That is, until Connor slowly raised his shoulders, just to drop them down again.

Shrug.

The slam of Detective Cameron's fist on the table echoed through the room. "What is your problem?"


What is your problem? What is your problem? What is your problem? Connor got asked that a lot. What is your problem? Connor wished he knew. Connor wished he knew a lot of things. But he'd rather forget the things he knows, then know those things he wants to learn about. So he does the second best thing. He ignores the things he knows. And he's damn good at it. Connor DesLauriers is an emotionless mask. He is nothing, and he knows nothing.

But sitting here, in this tiny room with this stranger, Connor found some things hard to ignore. Like the pain in Wesley's eyes. Wesley. His friend. His best friend. Telling this detective wouldn't help him though. Talking to him might.

The scrape of Connor's chair as he pushed back from the table was loud and unexpected by both men. But as Connor stood up he knew what he had to do.

"You're my problem." He said firmly and walked out of the room, straight into the waiting area, straight to his friend Wesley, who looked up at him with tear-filled eyes.

"Took you long enough." Wesley said.

Wesley Betenkamp.

Alliah Bhandari.

Fiona Coyne.

Bianca DeSousa

Clare Edwards.

Mark Fitzgerald.

Elijah Goldsworthy.

Adam Torres.

Andrew Torres.

Dave Turner.