Purely Criminal

Chapter | 1

   Hello everyone! I've decided to start up a new story! A new plot had come to mind, so I figured I may as well do it. I would appreciate any love or comments on how I can make it better, seeing as this is only the first chapter. And don't mind any grammar or spelling errors, I've been a bit off my game lately!!;;;

   Anyway, thank you so much for reading this chapter, even if you didn't read this brief little note... I get it, I don't really like to read them either. But really, thank you! <3 <3 <3

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   This was the hardest case that Wren had been assigned in a long time. Several brutal murders over the course of a few weeks, and there still wasn't a single lead. Wren ran a hand through his hair, grimacing at what felt like a receding hairline. His soft beige hair fell to it's normal length as he brought his hand back down, stuffing it in his pocket. He longed for a cigarette, but desperately tried to resist the urge. He had been successful in quitting for the past two months, not giving in even once.

   But suddenly, the urge to smoke was nipping at him eagerly. He knew there was a convenience store around the corner, and that he could easily walk there and buy a pack. Wren shook his head, both to clear the thought, and as if he was simply saying 'no.'

   "Hey, go take a break. You look like you could use it." Wren's co-worker nudged him in the side, smiling up at him. Wren was considerably tall, so most people literally looked up at him. One of the only people that Wren ever had to face up to see, was his boss. And his boss was not only tall, but intimidating.

   "Yeah, thanks..." Wren murmured, tugging at his tie. "Damn, it's hot..." Sighing, he turned around, ducked under the police tape, fixing his name tag as he stood up. It read 'Head Officer Stryker.' Wren was actually the Head Detective, but his tag was created wrong, and his boss had simply shrugged it off, saying it wasn't worth paying for another tag.

   Wren turned around the corner, glancing at the convenience store. Furrowing his brow, he sped up, turning into a coffee shop next door. Ruffled, he took a seat at the counter. What Wren saw made him speechless.

   A rather handsome young man, probably in his early twenties, stood in front of him, notepad in hand. Wren's eyes quickly dropped from their stunning blue orbs, to his name tag placed upon his built chest. It simply read 'Austin,' a beautiful name for a beautiful man. His mind scrambled to form coherent words, but he was at a loss.

   "What can I get for you?" An obviously memorized line slipped from Austin's red lips, invading Wren's mind.

   "I-I... Just a coffee... No sugar or cream." Wren gulped, finally getting out acceptable words. Austin nodded, writing it down on his notepad.

   "What's your name?" Austin smiled at him, making Wren's heart melt.

   "Wren." He breathed his name out quickly, fumbling with his hands on the counter. After Austin nodded and turned around, Wren quickly tried to regain himself. The blonde barista in front of him was so stunning, so polite, and he seemed just... So... Perfect. Wren watched as Austin worked, seemingly doing so quickly and diligently.

   Sucking in a deep breath, Wren imagined what Austin would be like outside of work. Would he be as kind as he is now? Would he dress is the newest trends, or go with his own style? Wren thought that Austin's uniform right now suited him just fine, the black, collared shirt fitting his upper body beautifully, the khaki pants defining his legs perfectly. Not to mention the green apron tied on by a small, cute bow around his back. The beige-haired man shuddered at the thought of Austin dressed up nicely, just for Wren himself-

   For the second time that morning, Wren shook his head. He knew he shouldn't get his hopes up. What were the chances that this person was gay? Zero out of a million, Wren figured. Austin was an attractive man in Wren's eyes, and he had no difficulty assuming that women thought the same way he did.

   Austin turned around suddenly, just finishing writing something on the side of the cup. Wren immediately assumed it was his name, but was a bit suspicious when Austin was writing on the cup longer than anticipated. Wren wasn't a detective for nothing, he very easily picked up on these small details.

   "Here you go." Austin smiled at Wren again, and Wren finally returned the gentle gesture. Just as the detective was about to turn and leave, Austin spoke up. "I work mostly on weekends, but some days I'm in on Wednesday." He said with a small wink. Wren's heart fluttered, and he suddenly realized he hadn't been discreet in checking out Austin at all.

   "I'll be sure to come then." He gave a wink back, before turning and smiling. But a thought was creeping into the back of Wren's mind as he exited the shop. The murders had mostly been happening on weekdays, and almost never on Wednesdays. That fit Austin's schedule perfectly. Wren knew he had growing feelings for the young man, but he also knew he had a duty as an officer.

   Glancing down at the cup, Wren remembered the writing. He smiled brightly when he noticed a small heart and a phone number next to him name. "Call me," was displayed next to the heart, in cute, obviously quickly scribbled letters. Wren stopped himself for a moment, still keeping in mind that Austin was beginning to seem like a suspect.

   Setting aside his feelings, Wren shifted his coffee to his left hand, using his right to pull out his phone. Sighing, he opened his notes and quickly typed in Austin's name, before pausing. Just before he closed his phone, he speedily typed in Austin's phone number.

   "Why should I let work get into my romantic life? I deserve a bit of spoiling." Wren murmured to himself, a happy smile on his face.