Deduction. Seduction?

An American Hero...Not

Your life as a detective was plain. You worked for a small police department solving particularly hard crimes or ones with media attention. They needed you so much they let you pick your cases for the most part as long as you solved the ones that had the reporters all standing outside. 

You were the only one the department without a partner. You refused one from the start. You could be friendly enough and bite your tongue most of the time about the affairs, or lying. Having a partner made that rather difficult. 

"Y/N we have a case we need you on." Your Sergeant called, his head peaking around into your cubicle. You nodded. You had noticed the cameras setting up outside. You pushed your chair out and stood to walk to the conference room to be briefed on the details of the case. Whispers were heard as you made your way across the office space.

"She did it!" One of the detective yelled. Your eyes flashed up to his face. Anger had his cheeks red and you could see the vein in hi neck pushing out. His pulse was much to high. 

"Tom tell your doctor to up your blood-pressure medication. It isn't working." You replied to his outburst. He pulled his gun on you and you cautiously raised your hands in surrender. 

"Y/N, your under arrest for murder." He yelled obviously even more angry by what you said. You cocked your head to the side confused. You were just trying to better his health. 

"Murder?" You asked the question deafeningly loud in the now quiet space. Today was not boring by any means. 

"You murdered the Captain. Bout said as much the other day when you told him how you would kill him if you had too. Then he shows up dead just as you described." He said dangerously low. His finger hovered over the trigger. He was going to pull it. 

"I would never actually kill the Captain. It was a conversation not a threat." I said taking two steps to the right.

"DO NOT MOVE!" He yelled. You tried not to smile. Now you could see the whole office much better than before.

"You really must calm down before you give yourself a heart attack." You warned your hands still held into the air. Your pistol was removed from your hip by the Sergeant. You gave him a glance and could see he did not believe a word of what was being said. He was a true friend. He was pulling the gun away so it would be easier to prove the Tom shot you in cold blood. Tom wouldn't shoot you though. 

"On your knees!"Tom shouted. You cocked you head to the side and read the room while slowly kneeling down. You were too vulnerable. Too many people also thought you killed the Captain. As a matter of fact three had their hand on their pistols. You rolled your neck side to side. 

"Someone cuff her."Tom said. You watched as the Sergeant stepped in front of blocking Tom's view. He also blocked yours. 

"No, Tom. Now put down the gun." The Sergeant said also raising his hands to match yours. 

"She did it."Tom said with conviction. You peeked around the Sergeant to see his finger start to twitch on the trigger. You rolled in the Sergeants knees to knocking him to the ground as the gun went off. The window behind you shattered. All hell broke loose. You used the confusion of everyone to sneak away. You snagged the file on the Captain's murder on the way out. 

As you sat under the bridge near your home you flipped through the file. Someone had framed you for the murder. Without being able to run any tests you couldn't really work the case as much as you would have liked. 

You formulated three possibilities about the case and wrote them all out with as much detail as you could manage. 

Sergeant,

I am writing this as a thanks and also to help clear my name. I know you think I did not murder the Captain. Thank you for believing in me. Here are three of my most possible hypothesis on who framed me. I suppose this letter is my resignation as well. I have found another place to live and am moving now. I had already made the plans and had my resignation letter saved on my computer. 

Warm regards, Y/N

You packaged up the letter along with the file and dropped it into the anonymous tip box at the station. This is when you made your way to the small private airport where you flew to begin your new life in London. If only you had known that earlier that London would never be boring.