Disclaimer! I do not own Bungou Stray Dogs. The characters are owned by Kafka Asagiri and illustrated by Sango Harukawa. The only things I own are my storyline and OC's. I am not making money off of this story, nor do I plan to.

This story takes place sometime after season 3 of the anime. This can be seen as canon divergence as I do not follow the manga nor the light novels.

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A week passed.

A week of nothing but research and investigating.

A week full of nothing but bickering between Bones and Rudyard.

Charlie was about ready to pull her hair out in chunks if they kept up. Diedrich and Katrina could do little to stop them, and Charlie refused to get in between two ghosts arguing. The last time she had, she had been thrown against a wall.

She instead rubbed at her temples and stood from her desk, massaging her undereye area as she made her way through the autopsy suite and towards the breakroom where coffee and snacks lay in waiting. It was around nine-thirty on the evening of April 30th. But she couldn't go home yet, couldn't go to sleep yet. There was still work to be done. The flickering lights made her head ache with an oncoming migraine, and with a deep sigh, she pushed the door open to the break room. And promptly shrieked.

Nakahara Chuuya sat in one of the chairs, a few papers in hand and a cup of coffee in the other.

Or at least he had been.

At her scream, Chuuya had leaped up and dropped the coffee mug in hand. Papers flew as he cursed and tried to round them up while Charlie tried to calm her racing heart.

"Give a girl some warning, please?" She snapped and took her hand away from where it had been resting over her thundering heart. Chuuya gave her an incredulous look and gestured to the pile of papers all over the floor,

"Only if you do the same. Giving me a damn heart attack like that." He snapped and swept them all into a messy pile before angrily shoving them in order.

"Touche. Now to what do I owe this pleasure?" She asked as she got napkins to clean up the shattered mug of coffee that Chuuya had so kindly broken.

Chuuya tossed the pile of papers on the table towards her, and she glanced up from where she was mopping up coffee.

"There's been another killing. More mafia members found dead by decapitation." Charlie blinked before snatching up the papers, flipping through the haphazard pile until she found the list of names and where they had been found.

"Another two? You sure they are from the same killer?"

"Fits the M.O. The boss wants you to take a look at the crime scene before anyone else touches it just to be sure." Charlie shuddered at the thought of riding on his motorcycle again and pursed her lips.

"Fine."

Chuuya had thankfully arrived in a car, so Charlie didn't have to worry about his reckless driving. Instead, she had to deal with the awkward silence as they sat side by side in the back of the darkened car as the driver took them to their destination. She held tightly onto her satchel of equipment, staring down at her shoes as she fiddled with the clasp.

"Do you have an ability?" Chuuya asked out of the blue, and Charlie jumped. Should she tell him? Would it be beneficial? Or would he write her off as crazy like everyone else?

"Uh… yes… But I'm not telling you what it is." She said abruptly before her mind could catch up with her mouth and get her into more trouble.

"What? Why?!" Oh shit, there's more trouble she was trying to avoid.

"Because it's not beneficial or relevant to the case at hand right now. I'll let you know when I see fit what my ability is and can do." Chuuya tried several more times to get her to talk about her ability, but she refused. She didn't want another person to laugh, not when everyone else had.

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Their destination was another tall, dark, and gloomy warehouse with cracked concrete walls and windows. Charlie sighed and began the process of dressing in her white suit and booties, sliding her gloves and goggles on to complete everything before going inside. Chuuya thankfully stayed outside while she went in.

Inside was just as dark and gloomy as the outside. It was also cold; she had to repress a shiver as she walked inside and began to get to work, taking out her voice recorder to begin the investigation.

"This is Charlie Dickens. Investigating the deaths of two more Port Mafia members discovered earlier this evening. The time of death is approximately- hold on." She cut herself off as she noticed something gleaming in the depths of an overturned crate. She paused the recorder and shuffled over, ignoring the bodies for the time being in favor of reaching in and pulling out what looked like a massive sword.

Perhaps massive wasn't the right word, but it was a large, long curved saber that reeked of bleach.

"I found a large saber, looks to be antique. It smells like bleach, most likely to wipe off fingerprints." She said into the recorder after pressing play to continue her notes. The saber was heavy, most of the weight in the blade to allow for a heavy and devastating swing. She didn't want to be on the receiving end of this.

"That could be what killed us." Bones' voice came from behind her, and she had to stop for a moment to keep from shrieking in surprise. She hated when ghosts got sneaky like that.

"The sword could be what murdered the previous victims if they are connected." She noted Bones' comments for him since he couldn't exactly say them into the recorder himself. It took a good hour to record all her findings before she was satisfied and left the warehouse. Unfortunately, the corpses had no ghosts to talk to, so she would have to do this without her ability. Or rather, just with the help of Bones, Katrina, and Diedrich, and maybe Rudyard if he was feeling accommodating that day.

Chuuya was waiting outside, one hand in his coat pocket the other tapping out a text message on his phone. He was leaning on the side of the warehouse and watched as she took off her white suit and shoved it into her bag, leaving her in her button-down shirt, trousers, suspenders, and running trainers.

"Find anything good?" He asked, and she shrugged,

"I'll need to perform an official autopsy to be sure, but this case and the previous one are highly likely to be connected. I found a saber inside that smelled like bleach. The killer likely used it to kill the victims." Chuuya raised an eyebrow at the word 'saber.'

"Saber, huh? Sounds interesting. What do you need to do now?" He asked, and she paused, thinking about it.

"Deliver the bodies to the morgue. My assistant Marley can begin the autopsies, but I need to make a stop first to meet a colleague." She said and started towards the car.

"Where do you need to stop? Who is this colleague?" Chuuya demanded, and Charlie turned to look at him with a sour look on her face,

"You might know him. Edogawa Ranpo of the Armed Detective Agency."

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FairyTailWzard's OC's (these are mine! Do not steal them!):

Charlene "Charlie" Dickens: Sleep-deprived 23-year-old medical examiner works to solve homicides and perform for the police, Port Mafia, and the Armed Detective Agency. Ability: The Haunted Man and the Ghost's Bargain; allows her to see and interact with the spirits of the dead.

Rudyard Kipling: Deceased Englishman in his 30s, unknown background. Ability: The Jungle Book; he can manifest his tattoos into real animals. He has the tattoos of a python, a Bengal tiger, and a giant bear.

Jacob Marley: He is Charlie's assistant in the morgue and during autopsies. He lives with his nephew Tim Cratchit and businessman Ebenezer Scrooge.

"Bones": Port Mafia member found dead

Katrina Van Tassel: Port Mafia member found dead

Ichabod Crane: Port Mafia member found dead. The only one not to come back as a ghost.

Diedrich Knickerbocker: Port Mafia member found dead. Ability: Storyteller-Basically whatever he reads/writes becomes a reality.