Sounds Like Love for C.C Tinsley (BuzzFeed Unsolved AU)

{One}

Ryan's P.O.V

It's quiet. Too quiet. I mean it is New Year's Eve after all. I should be hearing drunk slurs burst through the door right about now. But no. All I hear is the soothing saxophone from the Jazz emanating from my radio, as well as the the faint flickering sound as I flick the ash from my cigarette into the ashtray. I glance about the room. Eyeing all the crime and law books cluttered about the shelves, framed newspaper clippings of the few cases I've solved, and finally my nameplate:

C.C Tinsley
Private Detective

Now that I think about it, I hope those mob scumbags from that shack in Kentucky don't happen to stumble in here. My alias may confuse em', but my mug certainly won't.

"Hey Ryan." A man calls, opening the door. Right before he steps in and shuts it completely, I can see the hanging sign:

C.C Tinsley
Detective for Hire.
Inquire Within.

"That's not my name anymore, Brent. Remember, what if they happen to show up?"

Brent sighs, "Fine. C.C, You're in Los Angeles, they're in Kentucky. I think you're safe."

I clear my throat, "And I think you're forgetting my motto."

My partner hunches over slightly, intentionally and audibly sighing again. "A good detective can never be too sure until the evidence has a mouth of it's own." He concludes monotonously. I'd swear, he's heard and recited that, he probably dreams about it!

"Very good. Now, what did you need to see me about?"

"Someone's hear to see ya. A guy."

"Well then," I begin. "Bring him on in then! He's probably dying of boredom out there! And we can't afford to lose anymore clients, you know."

I put out my cigarette as Brent opens the door all the way. Stepping in was a tall man. He wore a flower pattern shirt, tan pants, and dark shoes. Nothing formal, nothing sloppy. He had dark blonde, almost brown hair, and hazel-brown eyes. The minute he stepped in, those eyes met and locked with mine. It was as if be was studying mg soul through those rust-colored gems. They shimmered and sparkled when the light hit them.

I stood up from my chair, keeping contact with the gentleman, as he did the same with me. Though it seemed different. It was like he didn't want to look away. He was like a kid that didn't want to let go of their balloon. "What can I do for you sir?"

"Umm, yeah. My roommate, Sara. She went out last night and never came back. I went to the police, but they said I had to wait forty-eight hours before they deem her missing."

"Well, lucky for you, I am not the police. But I will have to ask you some questions about Sara. To better and help piece this together."

"Of course." He answers. He seems tense, but why?

"Have a seat. Make yourself at home. You're not in any kind of trouble, so just relax alright?"

He nods as he sits down, as do I. Once I sit down, I notice that I too, was tense. But once again, the inquiry of why Plagues me.

"Alright." I begin. "So where was she heading out to last night? And around what time?"

He takes no time in responding. "Harvelle's. The bar on Fourth Street. And I think it was around Eleven. She usually comes back after an hour. I remember she said that she was meeting some friends there."

I pull out my notepad, click my pen, and jot down important notes from his quotations.

"Did you know which friends your roommate was going out with last night?"

He was silent for a moment, lost in thought it was seem. Then he spoke, "No. As a matter of fact, she was very secretive. Despite the  fact that we share an entire living space together, she still sees me as a person to hide shit from."

"Do you have a guess as to why the relationship was this way?"

He seemed a bit taken back by the question, like he wasn't expecting it. "First of all, we aren't in love, so don't call it a relationship. And second, no. It's just always been that way. Now can we stop with the chit-chat and go out and find her please?!" He was getting impatient.

I nod. "Yes sir. I will head out to Harvelle's to investigate first thing in--"

"Hold on." He stops me. "I'm going with you. Sara is my roommate, and my friend."

"Okay, okay. Let's not let tensions escalate. Now, what is your name, partner?"

He seems calmer just now. Lime what I said eased the tension. "Shane. Shane Madej."

Being the detective I am, I noticed that Shane Madej has a lovely smile.

A/N: welp, this is a start I guess. I hope you enjoyed, and I promise it will get more interesting. But everything has to start somewhere right? Anyway, I hope you guys liked this! Love you all!
Jenna<3