V7S1- A Story Not Meant To Be Told- 40's Noir with a Twist

Chapter 8; The case Is On

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Crap...

How the HELL did he end up getting involved in this?

Why couldn't he keep his damn mouth shut? He was just trying to help damnit; trying to do the right thing, get justice for someone totally disregarded by human society. What cosmic force did he manage to piss off so much as to end up here?

Crap...

Aaand repeat.

It's the same thing that's been on an endless loop in his head since they left the Club/Demon lair...

The Lair of Raphael Santiago; The single most feared Demon known to exist. A being that can give the freaking elders nightmares. Who now knows him by name ...who has taken to teasing, baiting and poking at him as if it's his new favorite hobby...

Again...HOW is this his life?

He was just trying to help damnit!

Ugh...

And now they're all piled into Raphael's stupidly flashy, blood red (Seriously, the bar, his shirt, the eye flashy thing and now the car too? Is he like color coding or something? He knows there are OTHER colors right?), polished to a shine freaking Cadillac convertible- because apparently if you're gonna totally flout the law and common sense by working a covert case you've been expressly ordered off with a crime boss/demon/supervillian in tow you may as well do it in style- heading back over to the station to the M.E.'s office.

Alright devil's advocate (Ha...apparently even panic, immortal danger and total absurdity isn't enough to turn off the punny part of his brain); let's just for a sec put the whole 'demon' thing aside...the people down at the precinct aren't gonna know it's a demon coming into the station...

Kinda get the feeling there may still be a BIT of an issue with this plan. Really, traipsing a random reporter and a freaking crime boss through the SBPD and down to a semi-restricted area... What could possibly go wrong there?

Seriously they were so gonna g-

"-o long as you can remember that we should be fine."

Simon startles faintly, head whipping up, coming out of his ever spiraling thoughts, glancing around realizing they've already parked along the street in front of the station.

"Wha-?" he mumbled, turning to Raphael, blinking in confusion.

Raphael chuckled, flashing an amused smile, shaking his head, glancing back at Magnus winking, eliciting a soft laugh. Alec sent an apologetic smile his way, clearly fighting off a bit of a laugh himself.

"See? Told you he wasn't paying attention."

"I was I j-"

"You were a million miles away and you know it."

"I w..." he trailed off, giving up the ghost, shrugging concedingly.

"Yeah, okay fine, you got me; I wasn't paying attention. I was too caught up in the crazy. It's kinda a lot to process. I mean really, we're just bumbling into the SBPD with a reporter and a freaking crime boss-"