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Business Partners? Oh You Must Be Mistaken [Loceit] (Old Timey Detectives AU)

I am apparently number one in the Loceit Tag...somehow... lright let's do this. 

STORYTIME!

Logan reviewed the evidence on his desk, trying to see which of his leads would be most profitable towards them to exploit first. The crime they were investigating was a kidnapping, however Logan has reason said to believe all of them are harboring some sort of crime and bounty on their shoulders so Logan plans to exploit them all whilst solving the focus mission he and his husband are on. 

Speaking of his husband, where was that chap? Hopefully not caught up in a conversation. The poor man couldn't resist talking to anyone and everyone, making up a new identity with every person he meets. He reveals his true name to no one but Logan, so for the sake of this fiction we are just going to dub him 'Deceit'. Where was Deceit? Ah, there he was. The door opened and the rain was dragged in with him, even so he had clutched the much-needed bank statements of one of their suspects in his hands, somehow perfectly dry. He slammed it on the table next to where Logan was sitting.

"I got what you needed. I had nearly forgotten that the lie I had told the bank teller was that I was your brother, so it caught me off guard when he used the correct surname for me."

Logan half-heartedly chuckled  immersed in their work and the story behind this kidnapping. Ah, yes, it was all coming together. The large withdrawal from a steadily deposited bank count confirmed that this one suspect could have splurged on prosutites and porn. With the credit card payments, this was confirmed. Logan had done his research on that particular establishment. It wasn't as innocent as it sounded. Logan snickered, pushing his glasses against his face and looking at his husband. Deceit already knew Logan had found something good.

"Ms. Witherspoon couldn't have been our kidnapper, however she is arrestable for tax fraud. She had claimed to give the money withdrawn for taxes, however she withdrew far more and the establishment she spend that money at was for various sexual pleasures and sexual workers. That leaves Mr. Lovewick and Mrs. Galactica as our suspects for this particular case. What do you think, Love? Should we exploit her now, or wait until we finish this current case and hold onto the evidence?"

Logan always kept his options open when it came to next course of action. He was at the kind of intellect where he could multitask and go between case files as though it was a filing cabinet. We cannot make the windows tabs analogy for internet is not a thing. To give perspective on when this was: telephones have just become a household thing here in London. Deceit hummed, coming back from the kitchen to check on the coffee Logan had been brewing for another late night's work in the rain. He did hear the whole thing and had opinions on the matter.

"Prostitutes and Porn? That's the oldest one in the book! Much less for a lady to do something like that in this place at this day and age? That's going to be a fun one to see through, so I'd wait until we get our person behind bars before we bark up someone else's tree. Besides, you never know if she's going to pull something like that again, making her even more liable for punishment."

Logan hummed and nodded as a response, taking the documents and filing the, away under the suspect's name in his personal cabinet. With Logan's book smarts and Deceit's street smarts the two of them are not only detectives, but they have blackmail on every single person in London. Okay, that was an exaggeration, but it wasn't too far off. Logan looked up and saw Deceit standing before him, leaning onto the counter with one arm beside his waist each. He smirked, looking at his husband's lips hungrily. Logan's hand traced upon his neck and rested on the back of Deceit's Head, lightly playing with his sandy brown locks.

"If you're trying to nonverbally ask for my consent to kiss, you should know that it doesn't work by now. I am, emotionally, helplessly oblivious. The answer is 'yes' regardless, but next time please use verbal confirmation."