Colleano

Chapter One

(Weird intro thing, i think its like third person or something, idk)

Simon sits at the small table in his dining room. Becoming one with his seat while waiting for the Earl Grey to cool, not even bothering with the toast.

Lately he's been feeling pretty shite, as his goldfish had died. It's name was Henry. Quite a boring name to give to such a beautiful fish.

A few minutes pass. He takes a few drinks of the tea. Everything seems to have just slowed down without even asking for his permission.

He turns his mobile over in his hand, over and over. Sensing a bit of information is about to come his way.

Finally. The annoying generic tone sounds from the phone's tiny speaker. He answers it immediately.

"Colleano, you need to come in and see this. Someone sent the department a little gift. You'll love it." Johnson sounds excited, which is unusual in comparison to his usual overly proper self.

"You've piqued my interest, what is it?"

"It's a surprise." He sounds giddy.

Sigh. "I'll be there in 20."

"And oh, Simon?"

"Yeah?"

"Eat some goddamn food, you're thin as a bitch."

Click.

Ha. Johnson. He really does try to take care of me as best as he can, even if he comes off like a twat to most people.

I go and wash my hair a bit in the sink, trying to look at least somewhat presentable. I put on a clean button down quickly before grabbing my wallet and keys off of the nightstand.

Passing through the kitchen, I slam down the rest of my tea (basically cold by now) and glance down at the untouched toast. Feeling a bit guilty, I choke down a couple bites and instantly regret that decision. The rest of the toast ends up in the bin, the mug in the sink, and me, out the door of my flat, down the stairs, and into my car, off to the West Precinct.