This story is based on the worlds of the Anonymous Rex, Casual Rex, and Hot and Sweaty Rex, which Eric Garcia wrote. If you're a lover of detective novels and dinosaurs, you must check out this series. It is highly entertaining and unique! I mean, where else am I going to read about PI Velociraptor, dressing up and pretending to be human!

I do not own the series; I'm just a fan writing a one-shot based on this epic series. I might write more depends. I hope you like it.

Chapter 1

New Case, the Same crap

I shifted in my seat, trying to get comfortable and get some feeling back into my tail. Sitting in my car for 4 hours was playing hell with my rump.

I flip the radio on, hoping to find a decent channel to listen to, but the only music I got was heavy metal. The noise makes my dino ears hurt under my fake human guise. I turned it off quickly.

My name is Carlos Cross, and I'm a Private Detective with a twist. I'm a Carnotaurus. Yeah, you read that right. A real-life Dinosaur alive and kicking and living a lie. My human guise is a 28-year-old white skin male with a muscular build. My height is 8 feet, and I have short dark red hair and a short beard. I have a long scar from my left eye to my cheek. I added it to his guise to give me a more formidable look. The contacts I wear to cover my normal Dino eyes are mismatched. The left is blue, the right red. I like them.

My eyes shifted to the clock, which was close to 3 am. "He should be here soon," my client informed me. My target will get home from the Black Rock pub around this time.

Suddenly, a figure appears in the distance, crossing the street slowly. "Finally". Even from where I am sitting, I can smell him and not just the alcohol pouring off him. We Dinosaurs all have a unique scent. My client told me about his burnt toast. It was the Triceratops I've been waiting for.

When my target reaches halfway up the street, I step out. The night is cold, and I shiver a little. "Don't worry, bed. I'll be there soon". I Already happily pictured my Carnotaurus ass on the bed covers all over me and my cats snuggled up to me.

I start walking towards him, my dino legs hidden behind my fake human skin are grateful for it. The Triceratops stopped suddenly and stared at me as I approached, no doubt picking up my scent. Wood chipper with a rich nutty smell, I'm told.

I stand before him, arms down, wanting to play cool. "Mr. Jones, my name is Carlos Cross. I'm a private Detective," I say slowly, showing him my ID card. " We need to talk."

The Triceratops human guise is a white male about fifty years old, of average height, and overweight. He wore a stained blue shirt and gray trousers. The only thing that stood out about him was his bleached blonde hair. He backed off just a little. "W..what do you want?"

I fixed the Triceratops with a glare. "You've been bothering my client, following her home, pestering her at work, calling her, leaving countless voicemail messages, and threatening her other patients. She said no, so take the hint and go".

The Triceratops, in his human guise, started shaking his head rapidly. "You don't understand! I need her. She is the only one who makes me feel like a true dinosaur again! I love her!"

"She is your therapist, Mr. Jones. She isn't there to love you. She is there to help you cope with dressing up as a human."

He refused to listen and got angry. "No! That Raptor made me feel things; she understood me! I won't let anyone else have her! I'll kill all her clients if I have to. Then it would just be us, and she'll come to love only me!"

My human fingers hit a button just below my wrists, making my human hands fall away, dangling from my wrists. My claws were out. It felt good to let them out. They were less sharp than a raptor, but they did the job. "If you don't leave her alone, there will be problems."

Jones suddenly looked scared, staring at my claws. Suddenly, he didn't feel so brave anymore. "I'm just so lonely. I hate this world. I hate we have to hide all the time". His voice trailed off as he started crying.

I could understand. Our lives weren't easy. We had to hide our real selves all the time. Dinosaurs wearing human disguises—it sounds crazy even to say it, but it's true. The asteroid that hit the Earth didn't kill all of us. Fourteen different species of dinosaurs survived. Humans were becoming world leaders, and we had to learn quickly to hide or risk being killed. We have tried throughout history to introduce ourselves to the human race. Where do you think Legends of Dragons came from? Each time we tried to make peace, our effort always resulted in death for our kind.

We have changed a lot since our ancestors walked the Earth. We used to be giants, and the Earth shook when we walked. Now, we are the same size as humans, which is good since I couldn't picture what it would be like for a Brachiosaurus to fit into a guise.

It wasn't an easy way of life; some of us couldn't cope and began to lose it. Going insane or starting to believe they are human. Others like me accept it and try to get on with our lives.

"I know, but this is not the way. If you apologize for your behavior, I'm sure she will listen and continue giving you therapy. She still wants to help you."

Something seemed to make Jones snap. He let out a full-on dino roar in the middle of the street! "I'm sick of therapy. I'm sick of hiding! I'm sick of everything!" He ripped his human face off, displaying his actual dino head. His dino hide was orange with specks of brown spots along his cheeks. His three horns were small but still extremely sharp and deadly.

Seeing a human body with a dinosaur head on top was quite a sight. Mr. Jones lowered his head, his horns pointing at me, and then he charged. I moved to the side, barely dodging the three horns about to ram into me.

My claws struck at Mr. Jones's back, digging past his guise skin and into his hide and pulled. I had to get him away from the street and from human eyes. If any humans opened their curtain window, they would die. Council rule: if any humans should see who you are, you kill them without hesitation. I didn't feel like killing humans tonight.

I dragged him back hard and threw him into the alley. "Mr. Jones! You are making me mad, and I am trying not to. I promised someone special to me to learn to control my temper, and I am trying hard not to break it!" I opened my mouth, removing my human dentures and exposing my natural fifty-five razor-sharp teeth.

Mr. Jones was trembling from his wounds but didn't stay down. He got up again, standing his ground. Lowering his head again, he charged forward at me again.

"Blast it all!" I yelled. The Triceratops raced towards me, but I was faster. I dodged him again, jumping to the left before he hit me. Mr jones crashed against a dumpster. His horns are stuck now. He tried pulling, but he couldn't come free.

I approached until I stood beside him. "I'm sorry." I put my claws back into my human hands, and once I heard the clicking noise, I punched the crazed Triceratops several times in the face until he stopped struggling.

He was unconscious, but I had to act fast. I hurried to where Mr. Jones threw his human face away. Grabbing it, I ran back to the unconscious Dino. I grabbed hold of him and pulled quickly, getting his horns out of the dumpster. Having Carnotaurus strength does come in handy. Most footballers, Police Officers, bodyguards, security guards, and bouncers at clubs were usually all like me. We Carnotaurus are the muscle of the Dino world.

I reapplied the guise on Mr. Jones's face as best I could. It was challenging since I had never dressed a Tri before. I was grateful that it was just the face I had to deal with.

I brought out my phone and called the council. "Yeah, Carlos here. I have a code 1 on Tar Street." I hung up and looked down at the sleeping Dino. I felt sorry for him. He would be locked away or most likely put to death for this little stunt. The Dinosaur Council treats rule-breakers very harshly.

Being a PI wasn't easy, but being a dinosaur pretending to be human wasn't any picnic either.

...

It was 5 am by the time I got home. Once inside. I locked the door and closed the curtains. "Finally," I breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, I heard noises, and I smiled. My cats rushed to me: Honey, a ginger female cat, and Echo, a black and white male cat. I leaned down and rubbed their heads, moving my hands along their backs. I liked the feel of their furs. "Come on, you two."

I walk to the kitchen and turn on the lights. I opened the cupboard door above the fridge and lifted down their food. I poured the hard triangle bites into their little bowls and placed them on the ground. My two friends hurried over and started eating.

"Hmm, time for me to relax ."Moving to the living room, I removed my clothes and prepared to remove my human polyester guise. First, I removed my contact lenses, exposed my natural orange irises, and slipped my dentures out. Then I took the time to pull off my guise before dropping it on the chair, before moving on to the hard part of removing the clamps and straps that held my tail and the claps around my snout.

Now, an 8-foot Carnotaurus was walking in an apartment. My claws hit the button, and water rushed from the shower head. I stepped in to get a nice wash. I honestly washed every day. I felt I needed to after being around Humans all day.

I took the sponge, poured shower gel into it, and cleaned my hide. My color is dark red along my back, right up to my head and snout. My belly and legs were a dark gray color. I opened my mouth, letting the water pour into my mouth. I took my time showering.

Humans, or mammals, as we call them, smell awful, and being near them made my skin crawl, but at the end of the day, humans ruled the Earth. We had our chance. Now, all dinosaurs are just trying to live their everyday lives and be happy.

We had to learn to get along with them. Living in disguise every day was difficult, and part of me always feared I'd end up a victim of Dresser's syndrome.

After living in human guises for so long, dinosaurs believe they are human. It is not pretty when they are made to see the truth.

I didn't want that to happen to me, so every chance I got, I removed my guise entirely or had my natural claws and tail stick out. It makes me feel better.

After cleaning, I dried myself off and fell into bed. I lay on my side, feeling so good to sleep without my guise. I was grateful that I lived in only a dinosaur apartment building. My claws gently lay against the bed, my tail swaying like my cats. My snout rubbed against the pillow, and I ran my tongue against my teeth. Yep, I felt better now, and soon, I fell asleep.

...

Next Morning

I felt the wetness on my face. I turned around to escape it, but it eventually happened again. I opened my eyes to find Honey licking and rubbing her little face against my snout. I chuckled. "Alright, thanks, alarm clock."

She always woke me up at the right time, 9 O'clock on the dot. I sat up, and Echo quickly joined in, giving me attention. I touched his little black nose gently with my claw. It was so cute. "Come on, you two, breakfast."

I pulled the covers back and got up. I was feeding my cats just as the phone rang. I grabbed it. "Hello," I said, yawning.

"Carl, how did you get on last night? Everything OK?"

Ah, it was my partner. Dan Structs a Tyrannosaurus Rex. He was older than me. His human guise appearance is that of a dark-skinned man, 40 years old. Bright blue contact eyes. Black hair with a little bit of gray showing. 6ft. Muscular build like myself. He likes wearing black and gray clothes to match his dinosaur hide colors.

"I'm OK, Dan, except the guy had a breakdown in the street and roared. He took his human guise head off and attacked me".

"Shit, You OK?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'll talk more about it when I get into the office."

"Sure, but I'm sorry I wasn't there last night."

"Dan, forget it. It was your big brother's big boxing night. How did it go?"

My partner chuckled. "It was a knock-out beat the crap out of his opponent in less than a minute. My brother is good at one thing, and that is fighting. We celebrated long into the night".

"Ha, that's good. Tell me more details about it. I'm getting dressed. I'll be in the office soon."

"OK, see ya soon."

I hung up and grabbed my straps. I fixed my tail between my legs and then wrapped it around my waist, using my clamps to secure it. Then, I used the straps to secure my snout, squeezing it slightly. Then, I began pulling my polyester human disguise to ensure it was secured. Everyone dinosaur takes their time doing this. It can take an hour or more, depending on how your suit is made.

The hard part was around the face, ensuring you placed the human ears around your dinosaur ones. It can be a pain if you don't align them correctly, meaning you must remove your suit to fix it.

I looked in the mirror, making sure my human face looked right. I grabbed a quick breakfast, gave my cats kisses and hugs, and left for the office.