ART COVER INSPIRED BY: nmuurder ON INSTAGRAM
Extra details (smoke, ash, words, etc.) by: me
Y/N is a detective, who is currently attempting to solve a case. Someone has burnt down a building and killed multiple people and their loved ones. That pe...
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"How are you so energetic? We stayed up all night." Wilbur asked as he yawned and stretched once more.
My smile widens. "Oh Wil, have you not seen me happy? When I'm happy I get so energetic and excited, it's a great feeling really. Why do you ask? Are you not happy?"
He shakes his head as if he were daydreaming. "Huh? Oh no, no, I'm just tired.. I still want to help you though, We are partners after all."
My face heats up. "Oh haha.. yeah.." We walked in silence towards the direction of the cells where all the suspects were being kept. "Why are we walking here? Aren't we going to your office to watch the video?"
Wilbur stops in his tracks and slowly turns in a circle, taking in the area. "I said that? Sorry, I meant that we should interview Karl first. Wait no.." He rubs his eyes with the palm of his hands and sighs. "Sorry, yes, I did mean to go to my office and then we'll interview Karl."
My happy mood drifts away and turns into worry. "Wil.. you- wait no. I'll drive you home. Your body is begging for sleep right now,"
"No, Y/N. We're doing this together..!" Wilbur says as he puts both hands onto my shoulders. "We.. We'll.. Solve.. Okay?"
I give him a weak smile as he fights his sleepiness. "C'mon Wil. Rest a bit here," I lead Wilbur to a nearby chair. "These chairs are right next to a cell, but it'll have to do. The elevator is a long walk away so just sleep here for a while, alright?" I received no response, just light snores coming from the tired man. "Good night, Wil."
"Wow. How lovely," A familiar voice said, I paid no attention to the person. "You're really just lovey-dovey today aren't you?"
"Morning to you too, Nick," I was currently sitting on the seat which was closest to the cell. "And I am not being lovey-dovey, I'm just-" Wilbur's head slowly leaned onto my shoulder, making me smile tiredly. "I'm just being nice."
Nick scoffs and leans on to the cell bars with his arms sticking out. "Alex is doing well by the way. I know how much you care for this.. thing," I turned my head towards Nick who was staring blankly at the empty hallway in front of him, he was still in his old burnt clothes and was still handcuffed.
"Thanks, I guess. Why are you all of a sudden taking care of Alex? I thought you hated him."
He scoffs again. "Oh, I do. I never said my hate for him went away or anything. It's just.. something happened when the guard put me in here.."
I made a confused expression but gestured to him to keep going, like how a mother gestures their kids to continue playing. Except I'm not his mother I'm- never mind.
Nick continues. "When the guard shoved me inside, Alex turned around and greeted me. Like usual he tried to offer me some of the old 'cocaine' wall. I faced the guard and asked him to take off my hand cuffs. Originally I was going to throw hands with the guard in order for me to escape but Alex muttered something, not sure what he said exactly but he said something-"
