Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia
Starting from scratch.
"What a beautiful day," Basch thought as he stared out the train window. Unfortunately, he wouldn't be able to enjoy it.
Today his partner and him, detective Laurinaitis, were on their way to Great Britain to talk with Dr. Kirkland. Scotland Yard had interviewed him already, but Basch wanted to talk with all the witnesses first hand to get a feel on the case. Next to him, his partner was reading over the original police report.
Detective Tolys Laurinaitis was his assigned partner on this case since he had experience in dealing with the black market; he was famous for taking down a human trafficking ring in Russia a few years ago. Basch couldn't have asked for a better partner to help him.
Basch had read over all the original police statements, but Tolys had just gotten assigned to the case so he was playing catch up; not that he minded, maybe Tolys could find something he missed. The detective turned, so he was facing his partner, "So what do you think?" he said.
Detective Laurinaitis looked up from the case file and looked Basch in the eye, "From what I've gathered so far, I think there is a good chance that the baby was taken to sell on the black market," he said.
Basch raised an eyebrow, "What makes you so sure," he said.
To answer his question, Tolys held up an autopsy photo of Mrs. Kirkland's abdomen, "See these incisions? They are precise, almost like a doctor was making them; however, our perp purposefully made sure to cause enough damage to our victim so she bled out, but without harming her womb," he said.
Basch nodded, "I'm guessing that if it was just someone wanting a baby, the cuts wouldn't have been so clean," he said.
Tolys nodded back, "Exactly," he said.
Basch rubbed his forehead, "Damn, I was hoping this was because some nut job that wanted a baby and took things too far," he said.
Detective Tolys's looked at him grimly, "I was hoping the same thing, but unfortunately I've seen this Emo before in other cases; although the mother wasn't killed. The fact that they're killing the mothers is what's bothering me," he said.
Basch tilted his head, "So in these types of cases the mother is usually left alive," he said.
Toly's nodded, "Yes, the traffickers are after a baby, not a murder charge, also they usually aren't so violent like in this case," he said.
Basch's jaw tightened; what their perp had done to those women was unforgivable, not to mention cruel; it made his blood boil, "So you're saying are perp is just beating these women for the hell of it," he said.
Toly's shook his head, "Not necessarily, the women could have put up a fight," he said.
Basch scoffed, "How much of a fight could these women put up? They were eight to nine months pregnant at the time," he said.
Toly's laughed, "You've never dealt with a pregnant woman before, have you? When my wife Felicity was nearing the end of her pregnancy, she wouldn't let anyone but me near her," he said.
Basch blushed in embarrassment, "That's not what I meant. What I meant was that how much of a fight could they put up in their conditions," he said.
Toly's leveled him a look, "A mother whose child is being threatened can become the scariest creature on the planet, to protect their offspring," he said.
Basch said nothing.
The detectives arrived at Dr. Kirkland's apartment around two o'clock; the man had never returned to the house he had shared with his wife, stating it was too painful. No one blamed him.
Basch knocked on the apartment door but didn't get an answer so he knocked again this time he got a response. "Go away! How many times have I told you I'm not talking to the press right now!" an angry voice said.
he detectives eyed each other before Basch responded, "Dr. Kirkland, this is detectives Zwingli and Laurinaitis from Interpol, we'd like to talk to you about your wife's case," he said.
It was silent a moment before they heard the door being unlatched; a pair of cold green eyes stared at them, "Show me your badges," he said, his voice cold.
The detectives obliged and flashed their badges. Dr. Kirkland stepped aside, "Come in," he said.
The duo stepped inside and Basch took note that the apartment was bare of furniture except for a couch and a dining room table. He also noted the bottles of medication on the kitchen counter.
Turning his attention to Dr. Kirkland, he noted the man's appearance; Dr. Kirkland's disheveled appearance, he wore a white t-shirt and gray sweatpants, his hair was messy and there were dark circles under his eyes. The man seemed underweight too.
Dr. Kirkland turned to them, "Please excuse my messy appearance detectives. I wasn't expecting company, and I just got off the night shift. Can I get you two some tea or coffee," he said.
Toly's shook his head, "Don't worry about it, Dr. Kirkland, we should have called you; if you'd like us to come back later, we can," he said.
Dr. Kirkland waved him off, "No, No this is fine, have a seat," he said pointing to the couch.
Basch noted there was only one chair at the dining room table.
Once the detectives were seated Dr. Kirkland pulled up the chair from the dining room so they were facing each other, "So what do you two want to know," he said.
The detectives pulled out their notepads and Tolys looked up at Dr. Kirkland and gave him a sympathetic look, "Let's just start from the beginning. Can you walk us through the events of that day," he said.
Dr. Kirkland looked down at his hands, "Why do you want to know that? I already told Scotland Yard everything I know. What I want to know is what you're doing to find my son," he said.
Basch answered him, "I assure you, Dr. Kirkland, we're doing everything in our power to find your son and your wife's killer. We have read the statement you gave Scotland Yard, but we feel we would be doing your case an injustice if we didn't interview you ourselves," he said.
Dr. Kirkland's anger seemed to subside at that," I suppose you're right detective, forgive me," he said.
Basch shook his head. "Nothing to forgive sir, now just start from the beginning," he said.
Dr. Kirkland nodded alright then, "The day started out like a normal one," he said as he began his tale.
Author's note: So what do you think?
The next chapter will be a flashback to the day Amelia died told through Arthurs pov.