Timeless. || Warfstache x reader

Chapter one.

I looked out the window, standing in a monochromatic room. My partner, Abe, was on a phone call with another person, gathering information about our current suspect. I was new to the job, my first day actually. I heard that I was to help Abe catch a guy. I pulled my hands back from the blinds, casting darkness upon the room once again.

"Alright, perfect!" Abe laughed and ended his call. Writing something down, he called me over to him. I pulled up a chair and sat next to him.
"Good news," He turned his head to me. Looking me in the eyes, he took a puff off of his cigarette. "I found his location," heaving a sigh, the man stood up. I watched him look over his notes. "Should we go?" I stood up as well, putting the rusting chair back to where I found it. "Of course we should go," We went out to the car and we set off to wherever he was.

We arrived at a strange building. Shutting the shiny car door closed, I waited for Abe to come around to my side. We walked in together.

With bright lights and disco music, we shuffled through the crowd. We walked over to a, well, more empty area of the room. "That's Him," Abe pointed to a colourful looking man on stage. Abe looked down, "William J. Barnum. A.k.a, the Colonel. The Colonel was always one for the eccentrics, but his latest persona takes the entire cake shop," He paused, taking a glance at me and turning his attention to the man on stage. "Wilford motherloving Warfstashe," He returned his gaze to me. My mouth gaped open, I honestly didn't understand what was going on.

Taking my arm, Abe and I stood in the middle of the room. My partner raised his gun and shot the air. Covering my ears, I looked at him.
People rushed out of the room. Some in panic, some still dancing. As soon as everyone ran out, Abe lowered his gun. He took my arm once again and we walked a little closer to the stage. The man on stage turned his attention to us, Abe clearly furious. "Get your ass down here," Abe pointed his gun at the colourful man. The man named Wilford jumped off the stage and continued to dance to his disco music. "Don't move asshole!" Abe and I backed up from Wilford. "Show me your hands- no not like that. Put 'em down!" The man-made Abe frustrated as he continued to disco. Abe attempted to shoot him but missed each time. One of the bullets shot the device that was playing the music, which caused it to distort and die out. The man stopped dancing. "Get down on the ground. Get down on the ground right now!" Abe once again pointed his gun at the pink-haired man.
"What? Why'd the music stop?" Wilford asked, confused.
"You're not getting away from me this time asshole. I said get your ass down on the ground," he continued to point his gun at him. I assumed that this guy must be pretty dangerous so I stood behind my partner. "Do I know you, friend?" Wilford asked, narrowing his eyes.
"I said get down on the- what? Stop playing games. Get your ass down on the ground before I blow you right here, right now!" Steam was practically radiating from Abe.
"Dave? Daaaave! Dave? Dave! Greg? Steve? Neil? Dave! I knew I recognized you. How are you? How's the wife?" The man asked.
"I don't have a wife. Stop stalling" Abe yelled.
"Oh, and who's this lovely lady?" He turned his attention to me. I just awkwardly cleared my throat. "You're under arrest for the murder of way too many people to even count." My partner raised his voice.
"Well, that's just ridiculous! I would never kill anybody," Wilford responded, trying to take a sip of his martini.
"Oh, is that right? Well, whatever you say, buddy," Abe walked over to the pink-haired man and tasered him.
"Hey, could you help carry him? I'll take his head," Abe asked, bending down and grabbed Wilford. I nodded and grabbed his feet.
"One, two, three!" We lifted him up. We took him out of the building and placed him in the back seat. We sat him up and got in our own seats.