Timeless. || Warfstache x reader

Chapter two.

     Getting in our seats, Wilford checked out his handcuffs and once again, he attempted to take a sip of his martini. "You ran a real good race there, buddy," Abe looked back at Warfstashe. "But it's the end of the road. The law is gonna throw every book they have at you and after that, they're gonna throw you in a cell and after that, they're gonna throw away the key and after that, they're gonna throw that cell into a lake," My partner rambled on. There was an awkward silence for a few minutes. I assumed that Abe was having an inner monologue again, but he looked at Wilford, confused.
"Car," Warfstashe said calmly. Everyone screamed as Abe swerved.
There was once again, another awkward silence. Abe turned around in his seat. "How did you...? How are you--? How many fingers am I holding up?" Abe raised his hand. I sat there confused.
"Four..?" Wilford replied. Then the car went silent as my partner looked at Warfstashe. "Are you okayy?" Wilford asked. They both screamed. I was getting concerned and wanted Abe to focus on the road. Abe tasered Warfstache once again and we headed back to Abes office.

     "Why didn't you tell me more about him before? I barely know anything about him. I'm helping you catch him as well," I looked back at Wilford.
"I don't know, I just-" My partner sighed.

     After the long car ride, we arrived at Abes. We pick Warfstache up, bring him in, and tie him to a chair. As soon as we turn our backs, he yells. Somehow, he still had his martini.
"Enough games," Abe snatched the pink wig off our suspects head. "Your ass is mine for the next twenty four hours," He continued and took a swig of his liquor. "An I'm gonna take my sweet time with that ass. To get.. Answers out of it. From you," Abe sat down on top of his desk. I pulled a chair up to the commotion and sat down as well.
"W-well, I-I suppose I could stay here for a while, get comfortable..." Wilford sighed. "Lovely place you got here!" He turned his head and looked around. I kept my eyes on the wigless man. His dark hair shined under the dimmed fluorescent lights.
"Enough with your bullshit! Do you have any remorse? Any remorse at all for the things you've done or are you too much of a coward to face your crimes?" Abe got up off of his desk and hovered over Warfstache.
"Well, there's no need for name calling! Words can hurt you know. You should be kind and courteous," Our suspect leaned back in his chair. Abe stood back up, "Name calling, huh?" Abe walked over to his file cabinet. "And, uh, what name would you prefer, huh? Is it... William J. Butterfield? Wilson Jackson Bartholomew the Third? WingleHiemer! Wait, just WingleHiemer?" Each time Abe said a name, he would throw a file at Wilford, but he paused at the last one. I was surprised to hear this stuff. I was also surprised that I had almost no lines in the story so far.
"All right, I may have been having a little bit of fun with that one- ow!" My partner threw the last file at Wilford.
"Name after name, after name, after name! Just so you can distance yourself from the real name you should be called," Abe paused. "A murdrer," he said softly, pointing at his notes on the wall. Warfstache leaned over in his chair, looking at Abes board. A slight smile made its way onto Wilfords face.
"Abe. Abe! Abe, it's been years! How are you? How's the family?" Warfstache asked, his voice now with an accent.
"Oh, I'm doing just peachy, buddy! 'Cause I've been waiting a long, long time for this day to come. So we could sit down, have a chat. Catch up; good and proper," Abe focused his gaze on the colourful man.
"Wow, there we all are," I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder. Both Abe and I jumped. Warfstache was behind me, taking a look at Abes board of notes. I brushed his hand off and stood up, backing away.
"How the hell did you do that!" Abe yelled, grabbing his gun.
"We look so young!" Wilford stated, turning around to face us.
I stood next to my partner, confused and afraid. How did he get out of the chair? He just disappeared right in front of our eyes.