Craig hated to admit it but he needed help. He had gathered a blood sample from the snow, though it probably was messed up due to being watered down. He couldn't send this in alone, if Tweek was running from him then something must be up. Craig sighs hesitantly pulling out his phone. He wasn't one for asking for help but this time he really needed it. The phone began to ring and about the fourth ring the person he was looking for picked up. Craig began to pace by the station window the sun warming him.
"Hello?" The voice asks. Some strange machine sounds were going on in the background.
"Kyle? Kyle Broflovski? It's Craig Tucker." There was silence for a little bit and Craig held his breath. Kyle remembered him right?
"Dude from elementary school? What have you been up to? What's going on?" Kyle says a door closing and the sounds of machinery quiet down slightly in the background.
"Yeah, It's been a while. I'm a detective but I need a favor." A snort came across the line.
"Aw man Craig Tucker asking for help? What is it?" Craig looked at the small test tube he had gotten the night before.
"I have a blood sample but it's messed up, no one here knows what to do with it." He lied but he needed to get this done quietly for Tweek's safety.
"Dude I'm not a Forensic scientist!" Kyle laughs at Craig's assumption. "Do you think a scientist can do any field or something?"
Craig bites back his pride and stares at the ground. "Please. This is for Tweek Tweak. I just need to know if it matches his blood." He clenches his fist at the memory of Tweek curled onto the ground. Silence fills the line but a soft sigh from Kyle breaks it.
"Fine, I know someone send it over and I'll have her look at it. I can't promise you anything in terms of results though." Kyle grumbles. Craig felt a huge weight left from his shoulders.
"Thank you." He sighs in relief and Kyle hums softly.
"I'll send you the address over text." Kyle hung up and Craig was quick to get a box set up for the blood sample. He made sure there was enough packaging so the blood tube wouldn't fall or roll around too much. About a minute later the address came in and he quickly scribbles out all of the information he'd need at the top. He sets the box down at one of the younger officers table.
"Take that down to the post office and make sure it gets sent off." The police officer nods quickly taking the package and heading out. Craig sighs softly returning to his desk. He could have taken it himself but he had more important things to attend to, traffic cameras. Craig hums softly pulling up the cameras and going back to the time he found Tweek. Alright there Tweek was in clear sight. He rewinds watching Tweek stumble over from the far left. He switches to the other camera down the street. He scrolls through the timeline before finding what he needed. Sure enough Tweek was shot. But the attacker was in a blind spot. Fuck. Craig groans in frustration but zooms in on the gun. A Sig P226 9mm handgun. Those fuckers always hurt. Craig bites his lip but writes that down on his notepad. Maybe he could find out who carries that type of gun in South Park. But first he needed to find out where Tweek went too after he hoped over the fence.
"Alright Tweek… Where are you…" Craig whispers under his breath flipping through the cameras. Sure enough he found what he needed. Tweek was heading to the railroad tracks holding his wound in pain. Craig got up quickly throwing his jacket on and heading out. Tweek could still be there! He quickly got into his cop car driving to the tracks. If Tweek spent the entire night out he could have gotten hypothermia or even infected the wound. Why and who would want to shoot Tweek anyway? Craig sighs as he arrives, he had more questions then he had answers. The only thing he did know was Tweek needed help. He insures his gun was secure in it's holster before heading out to the tracks. There was nothing that blared danger.
"Tweek!" He tries to call. Tweek would most likely not respond but it was worth a try. If Tweek was hurt enough maybe just maybe he'd trust Craig enough to help him.
"Tweek are you here!?" Craig calls scanning through the railroad tracks walking by the side of them. There wasn't anything strange just a thin layer of snow that was slowly getting melted but the sun. It was a nice day for South Park standards. Craig looked for a good hour before sighing and giving up. Tweek might have moved on to somewhere else despite how painful the wound looked. If Tweek didn't want to be found he wouldn't find him. He got back to his car heading back to the station. The only hope he had was Kyle to find out the blood sample belongs to Tweek. Even if it did how would he find Tweek again? He pulls into the station shoving his hands into his jacket. When he enters the station he looked confused at the other police officers getting ready.
"What's going on?" Craig tossed his jacket off getting ready to go with the others.
"It's just a small robbery, some kid stole some bandages and alcohol." Craig freezes in his tracks. What if…? He quickly got ready another police officer looking over at Craig rushing.
"It's nothing much we can handle it." He chuckles softly as Craig throws his police jacket on.
"It's no big deal. I need to get out sometimes too you know." Craig lies and secure his hat heading out with the others to see who stole what exactly and where they went. Maybe he had more of a lead then he originally thought.
