See you later

Zak/I'll

"Soot, Anderson, my office, now"

Wilbur looked up from his desk, eyebrow raised. Charlie jerked his head to the side, Wilbur shrugged in response. He stood up and walked into the office, the other detective directly behind him.

"Uh, I'm sorry, who are you?" Wilbur asked, watching the person sit in the Chief's chair

"I'm the Chief" He responded "haven't you heard?"

"What happened to Dar- the last one?" The other detective asked

"That's why I called you in here" the Chief responded "He's taking a short break because his friend was slaughtered"

The detective behind Wilbur gasped "who?"

"Him" The chief responded, handing Wilbur a vanilla folder. Wilbur grabbed it, the other detective reading over his shoulder.

"Zak" The detective whispered.

"So, he told me wanted you two working on this" He told them

"Why?" Wilbur asked "my partner is Charlie. We don't even know each other"

"You are Detective Wilbur Soot and he is Detective Clay Anderson. There you go, now you know each other. Oh, and my name is Alex." He sighed "And as to why, I don't know."

"Well it's nice to meet you," Wilbur said, shaking his hand.

"You too" Alex nodded "your both dismissed"

Wilbur walked back to his desk, Clay following him.

"So, did you know the old chief?" Wilbur asked, leaning back in his chair

"Yeah, I do" Clay said, kneeling down "and he's not gone or anything. This guy, Zak, was his boyfriend"

"Oh shit really?" Wilbur said, opening the folder again.

Clay nodded "I should try to talk to him actually, I had no idea"

"I guess that makes sense why he wants you to work on this" Wilbur "but why me?"

"Honestly I don't know" Clay sighed "hey, we should go down to the scene, see if we can find anything"

"Yeah" Wilbur agreed, standing up. He shrugged his charcoal jacket on and followed Clay to the elevator, leaning against the wall.

"Oh, can we stop by my house first?" Wilbur asked

"Sure?"

"Ok, my cars over here" Wilbur said, pointing to a 1991 Ford Mustang. Clay raised an eyebrow as they climbed in.

"I guess you could say my aesthetic is the 1990's" Wilbur laughed, turning the car on. He handed Clay the aux cord as they drove off. "Don't play shit"

"No offense but your not very uh, professional" Clay said, taking the cord

"Personally I find it easier to deal with this job if you get along with the person you're with" Wilbur shrugged

"Deal with?"

"I mean this whole job is basically for finding murderers, pretty morbid. I try to keep it as light as possible. If you're uncomfortable with it though I can be more professional-"

"No, no, it's fine" Clay dismissed "it's just unusual. What song should I put on?"

"I don't care very much," Wilbur shrugged. Clay nodded, music soon filling the car.

"Who is this?" Wilbur asked "and why is it oddly soothing"

"It's corpse" Clay said

"What are the lyrics" Wilbur laughed "kinda want to date me when you fuck me?"