Love, in Progress

Yours forever, Ricky

It's Tinsworth baby!!! I wrote the story beginning a little bit after the two meet, this is when things pick up between them! The time setting is vague, just imagine sometime between 1920 and 1930.

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It was late at night, and a tall cloaked figure fiddled with a set of keys as he unlocked his office door. CC Tinsley was a busy man- but that doesn't mean that he forgets to lock his door. He slotted the correct key in, hearing it click into place. The door swung open and he flicked the light on.

"You're late", called the voice of a rather well dressed man sat atop Tinsley's desk- a small glass of Tinsley's whiskey in hand, poured from a decanter on the sideboard.

"So I see you've made yourself at home" Tinsley responded, removing his hat and coat and hanging them on their respective hooks.

"Where have you been all day Tinman?" continued the shorter man playfully, ignoring Tinsley's previous comment.

"I was working a case", Tinsley sighed.
"Yes but not my case", the man said, growing more impatient.
"I'm allowed to take more than one case Ricky".

Ricky slammed the glass down onto the desk. "I'm allowed to take more than one case Ricky!" he mocked viciously, "What does this case have that my case doesn't, hmm?!".
Ricky slid off the desk. "Is it bodies? Because I can give you bodies".

Ricky surged forwards, pressing himself closer to Tinsley, grabbing his tie and dragging him down.
"Because... I can give you bodies" he breathed, his voice barely a whisper.

After a moment of prolonged eyecontact, Ricky recoiled with a sigh, straightening Tinsley's tie and smoothing out the lapels of his suit.

"You see, Tinsley, I don't like sharing my things. Especially not with other criminals, they have no style- no moxy" Ricky explained. "So naturally when you run around behind my back, thinking I don't know where you are, I get a little bit hurt detective". Ricky paused momentarily, just long enough for Tinsley to assess their positions.

"Are you actually being serious right now? I'm not your thing Goldsworth." Tinsley snapped.

"I'm always serious detective" Ricky responded, a smirk dancing across his features.

"Just because your family's got money and mommy's got most of the town wrapped around her pinky finger-" a sharp sting stopped Tinsley dead in his tracks. Ricky had slapped the detective.

"Don't you dare talk about my mother like that." Ricky stated coldly.
"Then don't talk to me like I'm your- your honey. Because I'm not."
"Oh detective, we both know that's not true" Ricky said with a smile, leaning closer into the detective.

A dangerous man. Ricardo Goldsworth was a dangerous man, and Tinsley knew it- yet the butterflies he felt when Ricky smiled at him were undeniable. Ricky was a man of many talents, and being charming was certainly one of them. Ricky had had lovers over the years, Tinsley had looked into them a bit, not that many had stuck around for long- despite being able to have any man or woman over his arm, nothing could ever seemingly satisfy Ricky's appetite.

Tinsley was told to stay away from the Goldsworths- that they'd squash him like a fly and move onto the next meddling Detective. He was told in particular to stay away from Ricardo Goldsworth. But curiosity got the better of him- it's natural for a detective.

"Well I think we're done here Tin Tin" Ricky started, snapping Tinsley out of his thoughts. Ricky moved away from the taller man, towards the door. "You'll hear from me soon, CC" Ricky teased playfully, taking the Detective's hat from off it's hook, and putting it onto his own head. With a quiet click the door closed behind the ever elusive criminal that was, Ricardo Goldsworth.

A pause passed.

"Did he just steal my hat?" Tinsley questioned aloud, although he already knew.

The next day, Tinsley arrived at the office to be greeted by a very excited Miss Holly Horsely.
"Gosh CC, I don't know how you've pulled this one off!" She said from her seat behind the secretary's desk.

As he walked throughout the rest of the office, people continued to congratulate him, despite him still being unsure what he'd accomplished. After a small matter of investigation, Tinsley was quite surprised to find that the majority of the criminals that he had been investigating had handed themselves in.

Still pretty confused, Tinsley unlocked his office door. He was greeted to the sight of his hat on his desk, with a small slip of paper pinned underneath. Tentatively, he picked up the slip and read the note.

'A little gift from me to you, I'll see you later honey! Yours forever, Ricky xxx'