aerle said: For the prompt thing: ShanksBenn - detectives :3
Rated: T for mild violence
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"I have deduced several clues from the-"
"Stop talking that way," Benn said, kneeling down to examine the body more closely. "And you can't deduce anything if you don't actually look at the clues."
Shanks' face fell and his shoulders sagged. "Come on, you know I've never been one to follow the procedures. That's boring."
Detective Benn Beckman snorted. It was the truth, his partner was useless when it came to playing by the rules, but in all their time as partners, Benn had never truly complained. There was no one he'd rather work with. Shanks was a free-spirited kind of fellow, but he was sharp as a tack and never turned his back on a comrade. In fact, Benn had even come to admire his partner, and though Shanks only acted like a competent detective half the time, Benn saw him as a sort of leader. Maybe that was just his aura.
"What do you think?" Shanks asked, leaning over Benn's shoulder. He was once again invading Benn's personal space, but that was another thing Benn didn't really complain about.
"Is it a cold blooded murder? Serial killer? Our guy?" Shanks asked. His excitement seemed to ride with every word.
Benn hummed skeptically. "Look's like a crime of passion."
The words had only just left his mouth when the shots were fired. The police around the scene scattered, ducking for cover as a man dressed in black, nondescript clothing fired at them from around the corner.
Shanks forced Benn's head down, half shielding him with his own body. This was the thing about Shanks that got to Benn the most. Fiercely loyal and protective of his own, even in the most dangerous of situations.
The gunman fled. His gun was out of bullets and he was making his getaway.
"Let's go Benn!" Shanks cried, pulling his own gun from his holster and giving chase without a thought for the consequences.
Benn followed, just like he always did. But there was not one else he'd rather follow than Shanks.