Klance Oneshots

15

(good cop bad cop but like wOw)

After breaking into someone's house and arresting two people, the police duo had to interrogate them.

The two boys had been sitting in a small room, waiting for the security guard to bring in the second victim. Lance had already established that he was the good cop, and Keith was the bad cop.

The security brought in a small female they had arrested, who sat down in the seat with crisscrossed legs. "Alright, Ms. Holt. Are you the murderer of Hunk Garrett?" Keith asked, planting his fists on the table.

Lance put the pictures of the young adult before the almost 19-year-old. (since lance and Keith are cops it'll make since everyone's older) The photos were taken before and after Mr. Garrett was murdered. Pidge (which she had changed to her legal name in this) gasped, eye twitch slightly under her thick glasses.

"W-Why would I...?" She asked, pushing the pictures of the dead man back towards Lance. "Because you live in the house we had traced back evidence to," the blue-eyed boy said calmly.

"I--" Pidge got cut off by lance's co-worker. "Look, there had been three other murders along with this one. First, it was Mr. Shirogane... Then Mrs. Allrua and then Mr. Coran... Look, these people all had something to do with you. We know you did it...!"

"Keith, calm down. It could be her older brother," lance said as Pidge just looked at the two with frightened eyes. "Why would my brother kill his best friends? he wouldn't do that," the honey-brown haired girl replied shakily.

"So, all of these people are Mr. Holt's friends?" Keith asked, glaring daggers at the small girl. "I-I've only heard Matt t-talking about Shiro and Allura," she replied.

"Has your brother ever tried to kill anyone?" Lance asked. "No!" Pidge exclaimed. "There's never been a reason to... Right?"

"Has Matt Holt ever joked about killing anyone?" the raven-haired officer asked. Pidge shook her head, countless thoughts racing through her mind.

"Has Matt and Shirogane ever gotten into a fight?" The blue-eyed boy drew Pidge's attention back to him. "Not in a very long time, n-not that I know of..."

"Alright. Than--" Lance got cut off by a hot-headed pale shorty.

Keith began asking more questions, but attaining to Pidge. Oh, this would last awhile...

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It had been a week later, and the police duo had full evidence that Matt Holt was the murderer. The two high-fived each other, too tired to give a proper handshake. "That was good," Lance said about the case. "Yea. Why don't we celebrate with a few beers maybe?" Keith asked the lanky boy.

lance's face went from proud to looking as if he had seen a dead cat. "I'm okay, I don't drink..." The blue-eyed boy said quietly. The paler boy raised a brow but didn't push it.

"What about video games then?" Keith asked his partner in crime. "Sure. Your place or mine?" The blue-eyed boy perked back up.

"Mine, I guess," the raven-haired boy replied as they both stood up. All both of them wanted to do was relax after a stressful week of all-nighters.

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(528 words! hiiiiiii I didn't really care much about this chapter it's too late if I don't post tomorrow it's b/c I'm taking a day off. IMPORTANT: Sundays are my off-days from this book. Anyway, don't forget to vote! -Julian)