A&N: I don't own law and order or kingdom hearts.
Jack McCoy was walking down the street while mumbling to himself. "Stupid. Just stupid....". Claire Kincaid was struggling to catch up with him. "Jack, wait up!". You see, Jack had just lost a case and was blaming himself. Claire followed him until suddenly he stopped.
"Somethings not right."
"What?"
"I don't no. I just got this feeling."
Jack opened the door to his favorite bookstore. A small bookstore, but it had a nice variety. He opened the door. "Holy snap..."
"What is it?"
Then she saw it. "Oh my goodness."
The store owner, Norbert Protite, was dead on the floor.
"Call Green and Briscoe." said Jack.
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Lennie Briscoe yawned. "Why did I wake up at 2:00 in the morning for a freakin' investigation?" he thought. "And why is Ed not tired? If he was I wouldn't be here." Surprisingly, he appeared to be almost... hyper.
"About six blows to the head, with what appears to be a giant key."
"Time of death?"
"Around 11:00."
"Any witnesses?"
"We asked his last customer. He saw a guy with a black cloak carrying a 'keyblade' or whatever that is."
"Wait, a black cloak?"
"Yeah."
"Weird." Briscoe thought. "I'm working 12 other cases like that."
Dun dun Duhhhhhhh!!!
here's the chapter. it's my first story,
so it's not that good.
please give me advice!