Warning: This turned out pretty obscene, at least in the beginning. It may require an M rating in the future. Not for sex, of course. I can't write that. But, language, violence, and controversial view points might make me change it. It really isn't that bad as of yet, but I apologize now if this is too much.
Author's Note - Well, I certainly took my time updating this. I apologize for that. There's several reasons, which I'll dive into right about... Now! First up, death. It sucks, man. At a high school near my high school, 2 Freshmen did some dumb things, and got into a car accident, killing them both. If they didn't die immediately, it was not a good way to go. That stuck with me, although it was incredibly unnecessary, and, sadly, their own fault. Be smart, guys. On a much lighter note, I was cast in my high school's play, which will be consuming a shit ton of time. Come late November, please don't expect to hear from me super often, as I'd hate to disappoint. Anyways, as always, please comment any theories you have As to who it is, vote in the FE/TDI crossover poll (#TeamCervantes), and above all, enjoy the story. Be safe. - 1%
"I'm so sick of this!" Robin said to no one in particular, as no one was at her desk. "Why am I the ONLY officer not assigned a serious job due to this murder!? Stahl and Sully get promoted, and put on the case literally minutes after Frederick gets replaced. Miriel gets to do forensics, per the norm. Who knows where Kellam is! I knew Frederick too! Why can't I help?"
"Perhaps you already are."
Robin hadn't realized it, but Chrom, the newly reinstated police chief, had overheard her foolishly loud rant.
"C-Chrom! How much did you hear?"
"All of it Robin. It would have been hard not to, even were I not passing by."
"Oh, Naga, I'm sorry Chrom. I meant no disrespect, it's just-"
"No, I understand. Believe me, if I knew who did this, I'd murder the fuck out of them. And I'd rather be out there too. But look around. We're needed here. This is how we can help the most."
"I just... Looking at Vaike, Kellam, even Lucina... I can't help but feel weak in comparison."
Chrom glanced at his watch.
"Look Robin. This has been a hard day. Believe me. How I got to be reinstated as Police Chief so quickly... It shouldn't even be possible. If it has been half as hard on you as it has on me... Go home."
"Sir?"
"No need to be so formal! Other Robin should be here in just a few hours, and Cordelia after him. Take the rest of the shift off. I don't want to see you for at least 16, if not 24 hours. And then..." He made a move to rub her shoulders.
Robin was astounded.
"How dare you! I can handle this! Don't fucking insult me! I never left, Chrom! I came here, for you! I stayed here, for you! And now..."
"R-Robin?"
She turned away from him, and did not look back. After some time, he got up, and left.
"Listen the fuck up, bitch."
Shortly after Chrom left Robin, Lucina came over to her. Evidently, she had overheard at least some of Robin's conversation with Chrom, and, even more evidently, was not pleased by it.
"Excuse me?" Robin responded.
"Don't act like I didn't fucking hear you, you whiney little bitch. Keep ranting to him. Please. I mean, Naga forbid he keep the fucking clerk from doing goddam detective work!"
"Heh. You goddam, motherfucking piece of hypocritical shit. Fine. I admit it. I made a poor career choice, and I was just talking about it to my friend. But you know what? At least I made that choice, and I deserved this job. My father was never chief of police."
"Oh, it lies too. Calling my father a mere friend is a very conservative choice of words. I can nary remember the last time you two weren't attached at the waist."
Lucina took a moment to add
"And I mean that literally. Not that you were inseparable, but that you were intimate."
"That doesn't excuse how you got this job."
"Bitch, Frederick promoted me. You really think Chrom would have left you like this and promoted me? Have you seen how he raised me? How he treats me? There's a reason I don't call the fucker 'dad', bitch."
"I'm not answering that."
"Oh, your fucking silence speaks volumes. I can't even fucking look at you without gagging. I'll be back when you're gone."
Lucina stormed out the door, slamming it behind her.
Chrom saw his daughter and his... Robin fighting. He knew they hated each other. Hell, he kind of hated both of them as well. Lucina had always favored her mother over him, although he knew that he was probably to blame for that. He never had been there for her. And Robin... She was so self centered. Her rant to him had been so mind numbingly dumb, he had wanted to slap her like the bitch she was. However. He also wanted to get into her pants. So, he waited, and sure enough, Lucina left on her own. He sighed. Robin would almost certainly be in tears now. He should probably go to her. He almost did. But the phone rang. And then, everything changed.
Vaike and Miriel pulled up to Cordelia's apartment. It was hardly a rare occasion for Vaike to be out and about. He was a detective, after all. But Miriel was hardly seen out of Forensics. Vaike had been surprised when she volunteered to come with him, but not at all displeased. He was currently partnerless, and he worked well with Miriel. Although, he could do without the insults.
It had been Miriel's idea to inform everyone off duty, in person. She had put it before Chrom, who had required some convincing. Ever the dullard, he didn't see the point, when he could just call them all to let them know. A mention of the affair he was having with Robin proved to be more than enough.
Vaike led Miriel up the stairs to Cordelia's room. Right away, they both knew something was wrong, just by looking at the door. It was wide open. And had been wide open. Knowing Cordelia to be an extreme perfectionist, they both doubted she had done this. Which meant she wasn't safe. Vaike drew his pistol. Realizing he had no ammunition, he looked back at Miriel, and smiled sheepishly. She rolled her eyes, and tossed him a clip, drawing her own pistol as well. Vaike caught the clip, and quickly inserted it into the gun.
"Oh, shit."
Vaike stood over Cordelia's bed. He had seen many murders at this point in his career. Hell, he'd solves most all of 'em. But never had it been someone he knew. And to have 2 people he knew killed in one day, people he worked with, his friends... He hated it. He could emphasize more with the family of victims than ever before. He glanced around the room, retaking it all in. The word 'Grima'... Where had he heard that before? He was sure it would come to him. Or Miriel. The later was more likely. He hated to admit it, but he was not the smartest, and had a terrible memory, as his lack of bullets could attest to.
Miriel was in the hall outside of Cordelia's bedroom while Vaike investigated further. She doubted he would find anything, but had told him to do so anyways. He couldn't be the one to tell Chrom. He couldn't handle it. Her phone was to her ear, and she had dialed Chrom's number. However, she got a busy tone.
"Dammit."
She breathed under her breath.
"I suppose even a buffoon such as Chrom would have something to do with Frederick being dead, and all. I suppose that leaves the office phone."
She dialed that, and this time, Male Robin answered the phone.
"Hello. How can I help you?"
"Robin. I have unfortunate news. I fear we have a serial killer on the loose, targeting police officers."
"What? That's... That's terrible! Miriel, please, stay there!"
"You didn't let me finish. Cordelia is-"
She didn't get a chance to finish. A huge, explosion like sound came from the other end, and the line went dead. Miriel ran from the apartment, yelling for Vaike to come with her.
"Stahl. What is it?" Chrom asked into the phone.
"Get everyone at the station, now. Grima is targeting cops. Not only that, Grima is a cop. I'll explain more when Sully and I make it there."
"I'm going to need more than that, Stahl."
"Sir. Listen to me, very carefully, though I know that is not a habit of yours. Grima wrote a note. We opened that note. Grima confesses to being a cop, and targeting cops. Get. Everyone. The FUCK TOGETHER!"
"Fine. Don't get pissed off, man. It's probably-"
"Don't you dare downplay this. Frederick is dead, and who knows who else. It's certainly been long enough for them to kill again."
"I said yes! I'll want to speak to you alone, after this. Get here as soon as you-"
The line went dead immediately after the explosion.
As soon as other Robin sat down, Robin was out the door, without a word of goodbye to anyone. She walked to her car as calmly as she could manage, but felt that it would be better off for the world, and definitely herself, were a certain blue haired woman dead. Perhaps a blue haired man, as well. She fantasized about it for a solid minute before getting in her car. It took her another minute to find her keys, and in no time at all, she started the engine. Or so she thought. In actuality, no time at all was what was left to her. The car bomb Grima had placed upon the engine successfully went off, and Robin was dead, and in countless pieces.
Grima had concocted a special beauty for this murder. It was their first deviation from using a knife, and they wanted it to be a blast. Not only was the bomb just powerful enough for their purposes, killing anyone in it, but hopefully no passersby, it was equipped to give off a strong Electromagnetic Pulse upon detonation. It had taken them weeks to craft, and they couldn't wait to see it go off. They had attached it to the car easily enough. Robin worked as 12 hour shift, and it took almost no time at all to install. Which was good, as it was quite... Noticeable to install. Nonetheless, no one had seen them plant the bomb, and now the deed was done. Grima couldn't wait. Things were about to get... interesting.
