@InTheRye
(Sorry again! But I agree with Shade research a bit before writing a scene like this and itâs okay to make mistakes with it thatâs how you learn.)
(Sorry again! But I agree with Shade research a bit before writing a scene like this and itâs okay to make mistakes with it thatâs how you learn.)
Artemis snapped pictures of the body as she turned to Belle who kept looking sicker by the second.
(Guys⌠Ya makin me anxious)
'Hmm, cool. I don't know when I'll be back. You head out if I'm back before you I'll text you. I gtg. I'm a bit busy. I love you.' She sank to the floor, weak.
Artemis heard a thump as Belle sat on the ground, she looked as if she was about to throw up. âBelle you okay?â
She shook her head, too wary that if she opened her mouth she'd vomit.
'Love you too'
He left the house on his bike, he drove past the crime scene, with the yellow tape flapping in the wind. He turned around. He wanted to see it.
She shook her head, too wary that if she opened her mouth she'd vomit.
Artemis grabbed the nearest trash can and set by Belle. âI am not gonna judge you if you throw up. I did the same thing when something similar happened to me in my old town.â Artemis said as she furrowed her brows.
He was confronted by a police officer, informing him, no pictures, no videos and he had to stay behind the tape. That's fine. He just wanted to look. "Where did they take the body?" He got an answer and moments later was back on his bike.
(Should I be Lestrade? Too late, I'm being Lestrade. And I'm changing his name. He is Detective Inspector Collins to you.) Collins noticed something. A boy, looking at the scene. He knew he should shoo the boy away but he didn't look shocked. He looked curious, not surprised curious, but guilty curious. Like he wanted to see the aftermath of what he had done. Collins stiffened. "Hey, kid! Get out of here! This is a private crime scene. Go make trouble somewhere else."
Ryan turned around, "What?" He honestly didn't hear the man.
(whispers nervously... wanna talk to a midget?)
He walked to the edge of the police tape. "I said stay away from here. Go make trouble somewhere else. I don't need you kids poking around and sticking your nose where it doesn't belong." He was stoic, normal for a detective. "Unless of course you're Belle Adams but we don't talk about her." He mumbled, still loud enough for Ryan to hear.
"Belle? I'm her boyfriend, what about her?" He scratched his head.
(Achoo)
Molly came back in as Artemis turned to her,âHey Molly thanks for letting us look at the body I think were gonna head to the crime scene right now.â
He visibly stiffened. She never said she had a boyfriend! He tried to relax. "I-It's nothing really. James, her father, was one of the detectives until Monica, her mother, died. She spent almost all of her time at the station with her father. She wanted to become a detective as a kid and now she's blossomed into a beautiful young woman and the same detective she wanted to be when she was younger." He was nervous. He didn't like to talk about her because she hated people talking about her behind her back. Especially about her past. Collins didn't mention all the abuse the happened in the station. The pull-asides that led to her walking out with a black eye or bruises of some kind.
"Oh, makes sense," he rubbed his neck. A detective? He was starting to put things together and he didn't like it. "I'm not making trouble by the way, I just wanted to see."
He furrowed his eyebrows. That wasn't the reaction he was expecting. Had she not told him what she did? That wasn't good. "She never told you? I'm surprised considering she's so proud of it. I thought everyone close to her knew."
âI donât know. She doesnât like to talk about her dad much. Iâm sure she would have gotten there eventually,â
Molly came back in as Artemis turned to her,âHey Molly thanks for letting us look at the body I think were gonna head to the crime scene right now.â
(Can countinue Jackie?)
"No, not that, I knew that. I meant about her being a detective. She's quite good at her job. One of the best we've ever had, so I'm shocked she didn't tell you she was one."
"To be honest so am I," He said quietly, trying to look around him to see the scene.
(Sorry! I will. And Molly's new name shall be Annalise.)
Anna looked worried. "Are you sure about that? One of the officers just called in and said Inspector Collins was talking to Belle's boyfriend. At least, that's what he claimed. Said they were talking about her." Belle looked up. "They were talking about me? What did they say?" "I'm not sure, the officer didn't say." Belle looked at Artemis. "Maybe we should stay behind. At least until they're done talking."
Collins stepped in front of him. "Hey, this is a private crime scene. No public viewing allowed. If you want more information on it, go get it from your girlfriend. She's at the station. Ask the receptionist for Annalise. She'll take you to her."
(Sorry! I will. And Molly's new name shall be Annalise.)
Anna looked worried. "Are you sure about that? One of the officers just called in and said Inspector Collins was talking to Belle's boyfriend. At least, that's what he claimed. Said they were talking about her." Belle looked up. "They were talking about me? What did they say?" "I'm not sure, the officer didn't say." Belle looked at Artemis. "Maybe we should stay behind. At least until they're done talking."
Artemis just nodded her head and looked at Belle,âWhy donât you go sit in The Inspectors office and have some water. Iâll take some notes and more pictures then while we wait. And Belle talk to some of the other officerâs about the situation.â
Ryan nodded disappointed, "Thanks," He went to his bike.
She nodded weakly. Anna helped her up and into the Inspectors office. "Here sweetheart. Drink up." She handed Belle a glass of water. She drank it quickly, her stomach calming down. "Thanks Anna."
~~~
He waved to the boy before he left. Weird, I wonder why she never told him. Eh, she's a strange one, what was I expecting? He shrugged and returned to his work.
He debated whether or not he would go to the station or not. By the time he made a decision, he was in the parking lot. He sighed as he walked in to be greeted by the receptionist.
The receptionist looked up and smiled. "Morning sweetie. What can I do for you?"
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