Disclaimer: I don't own Mr. R's stuff. That's weird.
Nico glared defiantly at the officer in front of him. "So I was hanging around a cemetary. WHat's wrong with that?"
The officer pursed her lips. "It is 1 in the morning. You claim to have been there since 10. You state no reason for being there. You're also underage. You also said that you can't call your dad and that yur mother is dead. Which means that you've broken several laws. THere is also no record of you, except at a school called Westover Hall, which was dated 4 years ago."
"Because four years ago I moved to New York."
"No records, anywhere." the officer repeated.
Nico rolled his eyes. "Look, just give me a phone or something so I can call my camp director."
"You don't live with your father?"
"I do. Just not at the moment, and it's none of your buisness why." Nico was geting annoyed.
The officer got a phone. "Keep it on speaker."
Nico quickly dialed Camp Half-Blood's phone number. Or rather, the Delphi Strawberry Farm number.
The phone rang almost a minue before someone picked up. "Hello there, this is Delphi Strawberry Farm. Why in the name of Hades are you calling us at midnight?"
Nico groaned. "The question is, why are you in Mr. B's office at midnight. Actually, wait, don't tell me. I don't want to know what you, Jason, and Leo are doing. Can you just get Mr. Brunner on the line, or Mr. D?'
"What's the magic word?" Percy's voice teased.
"Perseus Jackson, I do not care if Will goes balistic, I swear I will personally maim you, then bring you back and do it all over again. Or get Thalia over. Just get Mr. B or Mr. D." Nico growled.
"Oh, hey Nico. Yeah, sure, minute-LEO DON'T-" THe line cut off.
Nico facepalmed. "Idiots."
The poliece offcier raised an eyebrow. "Who are the people you just spoke to?"
"The guy who all but insisted I come to Delphi. Also known as the guy who's a giant seaweed brain."
The phone rang before the officer could say anything. "Hello?" NIco asked.
"Nico. Where are you." Chiron's voice asked through the speakerphone.
"Police station in New Orleans. Apparantly I'm not supposed to hang around graveyeards even though I always do."
A long sigh. "I'll send Jason, Will, and Annabeth over. Don't go anywhere. And don't do anything life-threatening." The phone went dead again.
Nico handed it back to the officer. "Oh great, Will's gonna screech." he muttered, alhtough he was glad that it wasn't, say, the Stolls coming.
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An hour later, a tired-looking Annabeth, an even-more-tired Will, and a very alert Jason came into the station. Nico was waiting on a hard plastic chair, refusing to answer any questions.
Jason took one look at Nico and punched him in the arm. "Great job, cuz. So why hasn't Hazel gotten her "Nico's-in-trouble" feeling and called us yet?"
Annnabeth sighed and went o speak with the officers while Will crashed on the chair next to Nico, who was wondering how believable it would be to the officers that 3 blonds were here for the Italin boy. And none were 21 yet, either.
Very believable, apparantly, because even without Piper and her charmspeak, the officers let him go, but not before he agreed not to do it again. Which was impossible because he lived in a literally graveyard in the Underworld.
Needless to say, it was probably a good thing the officers hadn't seen the large amount of Happy Meal boxes in the trash can at the cemetary, or that the grave was already back to normal. Because really, no one needed to know about Nico and how he liked solving murder mysteries.
Some things were better left unsaid and unknown.
