•.. The Captain and The Detective

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" dear life, "

" who do you think you are? "
CHAPTER ONE

.• AGE IS JUST HOW MANY YEARS YOUR STATE OF MIND HAS GROWN. How long you could see. Feel. Live. There are certain things you figure out when you're just, I don't know, a toddler? A child. Like if you're an artist there would be some point in your past that you fell in love with the colours. Or something like that. For James, he fell in love with cases. Well, sometimes the brown briefcases but I'm talking about detective cases. Solving mysteries. Catching bad guys. All thanks to his father.

His father, Mr. Oliver McCoy, was a great man. A great detective. A great husband to his wife. Even though both parents were just teenagers when James was born. But, Oliver would do anything for his family. Most of the time. Sometimes it would just be James, his one-year-old sister, Mariah, and their mother. Since their father was a famous detective like Sherlock Holmes, but he wasn't Sherlock. He was Mr. McCoy. He was. For three months, thirteen days and 928.. 929..30... seconds, he had disappeared when visiting a man. Some suspect he was coming back. By some, that meant only James.

Maybe, James could find him. Maybe he could, I don't know, be just like him. Mr. James McCoy, detective. Nice ring to it. First case... was difficult. Yet, seemed to come naturally. He stayed as a detective for many years. Then heard the news. His father had been murdered.

As a detective, you know what he did?

That's right. Tried to solve the case. Like a detective does...

—1997 August 21st

Tears threatened to spill from James's eyes. Not sad tears, angry tears. He was so mad at himself. So frustrated. There must be a loophole in this case, some misplaced fact or- Charles, Charles Charleston, weird name, but it's the man his father was visiting. He stood from the metal chair making scrapes along the floor, then dashed out the door. Making it bang against the wooden frame. Through the office, the main room, just until he reached Caroline, his assistant talking to Scarlet. "I might have something."

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"So, you think-" She was interrupted as she paced around the room making her ginger hair nearly fall from the bun on the back of her head. James carefully swiped his hand through his jet-black, which yet had white streak going through it with a sigh before looking toward the woman.

"Not think, I know!" He corrected with a small smirk. "I know I'm right, I must be." James propped his hands at the back of his head along with his brown boots on the table. This made his coat hang down the side of him.

"..you know that, Charles Jarelston-"

"Charleston." She gave him a look of disbelief.

"Anyway, Charles Charleston a man who lives in the country was being visited because of a case. A case which is...?" She made hand movements telling him to answer.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Erm..." He thought for a moment while putting his hands back in front of him. "His nephew had gone missing along with six other kids nearby." James sat up taking his feet off the brown wooden table looking at the pinboard they had standing. With his hands in his pockets, he removed his right hand pointing at the board pins. "Maybe I should go to the manor to try to find something there. Like connections, or clues or something."

"Then that's it." Claire looked at her 5'11 friend who stared at the board still trying to figure out something. "You'll go tomorrow, just don't die."

"You say that every time, Caroline. I'll be fine, a smart guy knows smart moves." The man fixed the front of his coat, looking at the woman with a smirk. "Meaning this chap doesn't lose, he wins."

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A loud creak echoed out.

Stepping onto the golden-brown wood, James held a brightly shining torch as he entered what seemed to be the Manor. The owner had let him in while she was walking away in a rush. Odd. Must be going somewhere. The more he walked inside, there more he felt watched. Swiftly, he turned around feeling a cold breeze. The hearing a slam of a door. Okay. Not creeped out at all. Totally not scared. He was James McCoy, he's... not scared. Continuing on, he stopped at a table.

"Get it together, James." He stood up shaking his arms around after placing the torch down then continued on. "You'll be fine."

He was until he reached the room near the far west. It was wide open yet pitch dark inside, there was something shining in there. But, when he touched the door handle and entered that room, It was not fine. It was definitely not fine.

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I TRIED MY BEST! At first, it was alright, then my brain went.. bleh. So, yeah! I hope you enjoyed it. Yay.
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