A/N: So here I go with another story! There are some things you need to know first, this is basically the Scooby Apocalypse universe (probably my favourite Scooby-Doo universe), but without the nanite plague, and this story is base on Fred and Daphne, who are detectives, not reporters.
WARNINGS: This story contains violence and foul language. It's a twisted storyline and it's super creepy. I don't know how I came up with the idea for this story but here it is!
I am planning to make this story the beginning of a 3-4 part series, each story with Fred and Daphne solving different cases (probably all murders and all with a gruesome storyline), but I have yet to begin planning those stories so until then please enjoy the Small Town Murders!
I would greatly appreciate any feedback from this story, but please don't be mean, haha!
Thank you, thequeenxofhearts
Prologue
As they lowered her son's coffin into the ground, she wondered who could have done something like this to her boy.
Everyone talks about their children as if they were the world's greatest, and in the eyes of their parents, they are.
But she knew there was something special about Milo, something unique. Sure, all parents say that, but Milo was unique.
All of her children were special in their way, but Milo was just different from the other two. She had faith in all of them, especially Milo.
At just 9-years-old, he was already top of his class in all his lessons, especially history and science. Maybe one day he would have been a scientist or a historian, maybe a professor.
But that was all gone now.
She looked down at her two other children. Milo's siblings.
They were both shocked at the news that Milo had been killed, but, like their mother, they thought it was an accident. But no.
Milo was murdered and left for someone to find him.
With the help of the local police department and the majority of the community, his body was found the day after he was reported missing.
He had been playing out with his brother who had turned his back for just a few minutes to find that Milo was gone. He had looked around for him but could not find him. He assumed that maybe he had just gone home, but no.
They went out searching with some of the neighbours, and in just a few hours, the police and the rest of the community were out looking for the boy.
Milo's body was found by a man and his dog who were on the search.
A killer had still not been found.
Milo's brother took a handful of dirt and threw it into the ground on top of the coffin. Then is brother threw some in.
And then she did, Milo's mother, 'Goodbye, my boy.' She cried.
Her brother wrapped her arms around her and pulled her away from the hole in the ground, worried that she might fall in.
She dabbed her eyes with her tissue.
The phrase "there was not a dry eye" did not apply here.
Yes, almost everyone was crying.
Almost everyone excluding her surviving son.
Chapter 1
'Guilty on all charges.'
The judge tapped his gavel as there was a discussion in the courtroom, 'Silence!'
The leader of the jury sat down again, and the judge began to speak, 'George Blake, you have been found guilty on all charges, therefore you will spend 5 years in New York State Prison.'
Then the judge leaned forward and looked, Mr Blake in the eye, 'I hope you will use this time to think very carefully about what you have.'
Judge Timothy Beadle was a tough judge. He had a voice which made one think they were a child being scolded in a lesson.
Daphne felt goosebumps cover her arms as she listened to the judge.
'Courtroom dismissed.' And he tapped his gavel again.
Mr Blake looked back at his daughter.
Daphne looked at him for merely a second before she stood up and left.
She walked through the courthouse, and out to the parking lot.
She pulled her car keys out of her pocket and hit the unlock button on her key. The Jeep Cherokee's side mirrors opened and the blinkers flashed for a couple of seconds, indicating that the car was unlocked.
She pulled open the door and climbed into the driver's seat.
It had snowed last night. The weather reporters had been predicting snow all week and finally on Thursday night, it snowed.
Daphne sighed. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and texted her sister, 'guilty, 5 years.'
She put her phone in the pocket at the front. Then she opens the glove compartment in the from the passenger seat, and she pulled out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. She opened the packet and selected a cigarette, and she lit it.
She started the engine so she could roll down the window and smoke.
Her phone vibrated.
She picked it up and saw her sister had replied to her message; 'good, he deserves it after what he's done.'
Daphne didn't reply, she put her phone back.
She took a long drag on her cigarette and a few seconds later she exhaled the smoke.
She smoked for a few more minutes before dropping the cigarette out of the window. She rolled it up and reversed out of the parking space.
As she drove through the city, heading for home, she turned on the radio; which she regretted.
The radio, KDKA, is reporting on her father's sentencing.
'George Blake, the owner of Luxury Bubble Bath, has been found guilty on all charges and sentenced to just 5 years at New York State Prison. In the Summer, Blake was charged with a battery assault on his wife Elizabeth Blake, and during the investigation the was also charged with stealing money from his employees, and in some cases not paying them correctly or not at all. His daughter Daphne Blake was present at the trial but left before we could speak-'
Daphne turned the radio off. She hated that the radio had named her, but she was lucky that they didn't mention her workplace. Not that it would have mattered, almost everyone in the city who knew she was, and where she worked:
Detective Daphne Blake
New York Police Department
She heard her phone vibrating then she heard the familiar sound of her ringtone. She pressed some buttons on the screen in the car and then the caller ID popped up, FRED
'Hello?' She answered.
'Hey Daph, I just heard on the radio.' He said.
Daphne sighed, 'I'm on my way home from the courthouse.'
'Are you ok?' Fred asked.
'I'm fine.'
'Are you sure?' He asked.
Daphne nodded, then she realised Fred couldn't see here, 'Yeah, I'm ok. Do you wanna get a drink later?'
'Why don't I bring a bottle of something to your apartment?' He suggested.
Daphne smiled, 'Yeah I think that would be better.'
She heard Fred chuckle, 'Ok, I'll see you later, bye.'
'See you later, Freddie.'
The call ended. Daphne stopped at a red light, she wasn't far from her apartment.
It felt like the lights were taking forever to change, then she sighed. She couldn't go home yet.
Instead of going ahead and then taking the next left turn, Daphne decided to go ahead and keep going.
She kept going until she reached the Upper East Side and pulled into the building's parking garage. She grabbed her phone and quickly sent a text to her sister before she climbed out of her car, pushing her phone into her pocket.
She locked the car as she walked through the garage, and then she pressed the elevator button and went up to the top floor.
It wasn't a long elevator ride but last a few minutes.
Her phone vibrated in her pocket. She pulled it out, expecting to see a reply from her sister, but instead saw a news article had popped up on her phone:
"BREAKING NEWS! GEORGE BLAKE FOUND GUILTY ON CHARGES OF THEFT AND BATTERY!"
She rolled her eyes and pushed her phone back into her pocket.
The elevator dinged as it arrived on the top floor. She stepped out of the elevator walked across the hall, stopping at the door with brass numbers 1202, she knocked.
Hearing movement behind the door, she knew her mother was looking through the peep-hole on the door. She heard the locks unlocking and the bolts unbolting, then the door opened.
'Oh, hello.' Her mother said nervously.
Daphne's mother, Elizabeth, had only been this way recently. Before all this happened, she was confident and always opened the door with a smile and there had only been the one lock on the door previously.
Daphne smiled at her mother who allowed her into her apartment.
'I've just come from the courthouse.' Daphne explained.
Elizabeth Blake took a deep breath and nodded slowly.
'Guilty, on all counts, Mom.' She said. It was wrong, but she felt a smile tugging her lips and her eyes filled with tears.
Her mother quickly hugged her, Daphne held her tightly, her mother sobbed on her shoulder.
Elizabeth had to testify against her husband for the battery charges against him. She was hidden behind a curtain from her husband, the only people who could see here was the judge and the jury.
Daphne's sister had refused to return to the courthouse after that.
'Are you ok?' Elizabeth asked.
Daphne nodded, she quickly wiped her eyes, 'I thought I should come and tell you before you hear it on the news, or from someone else. I didn't know if Thalia had already called you.'
Elizabeth shook her head, 'She hasn't called me, but I think she was going to come over later with a bottle of wine and we're going to order pizza. Her treat. You can stay if you want.'
Daphne smiled, 'Thanks, but Fred is coming over later.'
Elizabeth smiled. She and Thalia had been talking about Daphne and Fred for a while, Elizabeth wondered if there was something there, but Thalia had insisted that they were just friends.
Daphne rolled her eyes, she knew what her mother was thinking, then they both laughed.
'I better go.' She said.
Elizabeth nodded, 'Ok sweetie, thanks for coming. I'll call you soon.'
Daphne nodded, 'Bye.' And she stepped out of the apartment closing the door behind her. She waited for a couple of seconds, then she heard the bolts being bolted and the locks being locked.