"I can't believe we're here on a Monday morning!" Chris shouted through the empty halls of the academy. Phil just smirked and kept to walking. The blonde looked at him in disbelief. "And you're somehow able to just swallow this. You're not cranky about it. Where's the wake up coffee? Where's the morning protein shake? Why aren't you tired?!" He flailed around exaggeratedly.
Phil grinned expectantly and shrugged. "I don't need any of that. Living is a wake up call in itself. Surviving is a natural high."
The unsatisfactory answer made Chris roll his eyes. "Whatever. I don't want to be here. I want to be in bed."
The two detectives were there for a presentation their chief prepared for them to convey to all the students at the police academy. The many rooms usually full of rambunctious officers in training were empty. They considered that everyone was already in the auditorium so they quickly made their way over there. Just as they expected, everyone and everything was already in place all that was left was for them to deliver.
Almost two hours later they were finished. Tired but very welcome at the academy, the two officers joined three of the instructors in morning breakfast. They sat in a conference room and ate to their hearts content, Chris finally getting the morning coffee he needed.
"Stone Cold Steve...So, how have you been, Austin?" Phil asked, stuffing food down his throat.
"What?"
"I said 'how have you been'"
"... What?"
"HOW ARE YOU?" Phil raised his voice.
Steve blinked questioningly. "What?"
Chris just laughed and continued with his drink. "He's a lost cause. So I'll ask Ms. Stratus, whats the new news around here?"
Trish nodded behind her coffee cup. "Well I guess you see that you didn't just come today by accident." She dusted off her hands and sat back in her chair. "So here's the scoop: we need you to investigate into two recent deaths of students."
Phil and Chris looked to one another and then back to Trish. "Go on."
"We think that they're connected to one another. The first kid was Caylen Croft. He just disappeared like didn't show up for classes or training. We found him some weeks later in his room- dead by his computer desk. After that, it was Trent Barretta. He was Caylen's room mate and boyfriend. We didn't find his body but we found a suicide letter so the first investigators figured he offed himself due to depression. again, his letter was by his computer desk." Trish flipped her blonde hair back and pursed her lips in thought. "I knew those two and something just wasn't right. I asked around the school and the students didn't believe it either. So I want you two to get a closer look at this whole thing. Can you do that for me, boys?" Trish, pouted cutely knowing Chris always had a soft spot for her and of course he agreed. "Great. Talk to some of the kids and see what you can find out. Booker, get them started around the place would you?"
Booker T, who had been face deep in some pancakes immediately went to his feet to lead the men out. Down the hall, the man finally opened his mouth. "Sorry about being so quiet, dawg. It's just Steve won't stop all that 'what' mess when I talk so I just shut up all together!" Huffily he lead them to the practice interrogation room. "It's two kids in there now. Johnny Curtis and Derrick Bateman. Solid students. Talented kids. They should be able to help you when they finish." He nodded and walked away.
Phil glanced in on the men from the one way mirror and went to grab the door handle only for Chris to stop him grinning. "Just wait a minute." Not feeling like protesting, Phil went back to watching as well.
"So," Curtis slinked over to the seated man and leaned beside him on the table. "I hear you know about what happened to those little girls. And you're going to tell me," his voice was low and smooth but Derrick wasn't changing his stoic facial expression. Johnny pushed up off said table and leaned down until his nose was inches from Bateman's ear. "And if you don't tell me things are gonna get really wierd." He purred.
Derrick again didn't even flinch. "Alright have it your way, I'm going to make this uncomfortable for you because you don't understand how wierd I can get. I mean freaky wierd too."
This time Bateman opened his mouth but kept his plain face. "Alright, this isn't working. You don't make me want to tell you anything. I feel like you're coming on to me."
"Oh yeah cuz I can get real wierd," Johnny began to pant repeatedly, breathing in hard through his teeth.
"Yeah definitely coming on to me." But Cutrtis didn't stop, moving around still talking. "You're coming on to me- you're coming on to me. Stop coming on to me. Johnny, just stop talking. Curtis just- CURTIS STOP IT!" He finally yelled annoyed with all the noise right in his ear. "There's a reason we call you Dirty Curty," Derrick pulled his hair and sighed at the confused man.
"I thought it was going well."
"No. It wasn't." He dug in his ear again and lied on the table in disbelief only being drawn away by the laughter he heard on the other side of the door. Then the two detectives made their entrance.
"Who are you two hecklers?" Curtis asked flatly.
Bateman slapped his arm and stood up. "Watch your mouth, you idiot. That's Detectives Chris and Phil. You know...Phil and Chris." He stressed the names.
Johnny still looked dumbfounded. "No I don't know." He crossed his arms and stared hard. "But you must be important so nice to meet you." He outstretched his hand which was accepted. "Johnny Curtis."
"I'm Phil and this is my partner Chris." The man smiled and took his seat on the table while Chris was in the empty chair.
"Well what can we do for you, sirs?" Bateman asked with reverence.
Chris shrugged. "Information."
Johnny shook his finger as he got an idea of what was to come. "About those two Internet geeks. Right right. Yeah I heard about that."
"Croft and Barretta? They said it was a closed case." Derrick looked on questioningly.
Phil smirked "Well we're opening it up. What do you know about it?" He nodded to his partner, encouraging the man to pull out pen and paper to take note. "Tell me something good."
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"Narcotics." Doctor Striker answered looking through a few files. "Caylen died due to an overdose of brain damaging narcs from this bottle." Josh held up a pill bottle and handed it over to Cena.
John gave it a once over and handed it back to Randy. Randy popped the cap and analyzed the strange orange and purple capsule pill while Josh handed Cena torn bottle label. "What's this?"
Matt "What Trent was taking. As you know, there wasnt much luck finding his body but this bottle was found on the floor next to trace amounts of blood that was later ID'd as Barretta's. The trail led all the way to the patio and just disappeared. When we looked back, we saw that Croft was also taking it- in fact, he was the one who purchased it from an online ad."
"Amazing Z-pills...What is a Z-pill?" John asked looking at the multi-colored narcotics.
Mathews pulled out a two photos, pointing to the logo on the first. "This is the symbol you will see on the label. It's an encircled Z and R combined. It's the brand from upcoming media star Zack Ryder." He then pointed to the other photo of a gaped-toothed, spiky haired, blonde. "And this is Zack Ryder. His webshow has been going on for about 79 weeks now and the 'Ryder Revolution' is ever growing. The guy has over thirty billion views every show. We don't know where he shoots the show from exactly but we've found out it's from a pretty close place. Trent and Caylen were fans of the show."
Randy scoffed and closed the bottle. "So Ryder gets sued for the distribution of pills that weren't approved by the FDA. No big mystery. He pays with retribution money. Case closed."
"You'd think that." Striker pointed out, "But this isn't a product that could've been created at home. These chemicals are what colleges use to for medical students in their senior year. So obviously he's a student somewhere. There's more to this case then some kids taking bad pills."
"College, huh?" Randy thought long and sucked his teeth. "The Pat Patterson Private School for Boys... That's pretty close right?"
John confirmed it and really looked at the picture of Zack, realizing who it was. "Can I have this picture?"
"Why?" Josh skeptically asked. "I can make a copy but you can't just have our picture."
Cena waved his hand around. "Sure sure, but I think our pyschologist might be able to help us with finding this guy and I want to jog his memory."
Even Randy didn't understand but the more he stared at the picture the more familiar the face was. "That picture of Edge and his two best friends... That's not that blonde boy is it?!"
John just smiled and began to walk away, Randy thanking the men and following behind. They needed a little meeting with Edge himself.
So here's the start of the next case! I decided to put Zack in here because he's siiiiiiccck! Thank you to everyone who keeps on reading and reviewing! :)