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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SLAM!!
"Y/N wait!" I pound weakly on her door. "I need to talk to you!"
"What? To apologize?" Y/N said in a mocking tone. "You've been there, done that. What else can you do besides apologize?"
"I-" I stop my soft pounding and step away from Y/N's door. "I.. Ergh.."
"Exactly." She says, leaving me tongue tied. "Now leave me alone. I need some time to think."
Without another word I nod, fully knowing that no one could see, and walk pathetically back into the living room.
Alex and Nick were playing rock paper scissors, with Nick laying down and Alex standing above him from the other side of the couch. "Shoot!" They both yelled at the same time. Alex made a scissor with his hand while Nick made paper.
"Oh fuck off!" Nick waves Alex away, which made him chuckle. "You're cheating."
Still laughing, Alex answers, "How am I supposed to cheat? I need to be a profesh at psychology in order to cheat."
Nick looks up at Alex. "What the fuck does profesh mean?"
"It's just a shorter term that I made for the word, professional." Alex answers proudly. "It's two less syllables."
As Nick was about to speak he caught sight of me as I sat in a white leather armchair behind a black desk.
He turns to Alex and whispers, "Someone is going through it.."
I angrily slap the table with both my hands and force myself up. A cup of writing utensils fell sideways, causing everything it was holding to fall out. "I am not going through it. Or anything for that matter!" One pen fell onto the floor during the silence, almost making the two men in front of me burst into tears of laughter.
Nick smirks and eyes Alex, making me even more irritated. "I think you should go get it now."
Assuming that Nick was mocking me, I say, "Oh yeah! Sure! Go get it, Alex. What is he gonna get? A knife? A flamethrower? A lighter? You're gonna kill me along with everyone else in this building, aren't you?"
"Psht," Nick scoffs, catching me off guard. "I've passed that phase.. ish. He's getting his folder."
I visibly move forward in astonishment. "Come again?"
Nick struggled to sit up but managed to get up someway. "Yeah, you heard me right. His folder."
"How did you-"
"I told you when you got me out of the cell," Nick holds the ice back against his exposed abdomen. "I have it, and I still do."
Letting out a breath, I let myself fall into the soft seat behind me. "Does this mean you're officially helping me?"
