The case of the stolen scooter
Detective Spike: The case of the stolen scooter
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Monday, Sept. 2, 2013,
1:09 P.M.
Ponyville police station, 99012 Hooves street,
"Spike, we have another case," a jet black stallion threw files onto the desk in front of Spike.
"What's it this time?" Spike asked dramatically.
The jet black stallion picked up the file. "This is from a younger mare named Scootaloo; she says she went to the market keeping her scooter where it was. When she came back... it was gone," the jet black stallion pushed back his white mane. Spike's spines recognized that name. "Scootaloo eh... I know her; she was a friend of mine before... that happened," Spike felt a tear form in the corner of his eye.
" That yeah, I remember you telling me about that with shady details," the stallion sighed alongside Spike.
Spike shook his head. He hasn't thought of the event for years now. "You're a good stallion Private Eye; can I be alone for a moment?" Spike asked looking as if he would cry.
Private Eye nodded before walking off he glanced at a picture of Twilight Sparkle and sighed. Spike looked around the room for a moment and glanced through the cracks in the closed shades. He looked at the cheerful picture of Twilight Sparkle. "If only it was me," he brought his claw gently along the frame. "I am still haunted by it " Spike told himself. He still wishes it was him. Spike heard a knock on his door. He sniffed a bit. "Yes who is it?" he asked with slightly weak of a voice.
"Can I come in Spike? It's me Private Eye," he only cracked the door open so he could hear Spike's answer.
Spike nodded. "C'mon, you can come in," Spike breathed out and set down the picture of Twilight which had a droplet on it.
"Should I drive Spike?" Private Eye asked the older dragon.
Spike nodded. "Yes, that would be a good idea," Spike said letting out another breath.
"Okay, are you ready to go?" the black stallion with an over coat asked.
Spike nodded which shown he is ready. "Alright, let's go," Spike followed the newer sleuth. It does show he is twenty-one past military experience and yet... Spike is the one giving orders.
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Spike climbed into his partner's car. "Alright, so she said it had to have happened near the high school on Clasper street," Private Eye stepped on the gas and stared the engine with his right wing. He took it slow the car gong just under the speed limit which is great for an officer and or a detective. "Can I ask you a question Spike?" Private asked not taking his eyes off the road.
Spike was at first letting his mind wander then Shadow asked the same question again. "Huh?" Spike looked at his partner.
"Can I ask you a question?" he felt if he should repeat it.
"Shoot," Spike looked back out his window.
"What happened when the incident occurred?" Private Eye asked even though he expected to get shot down; he's only recently became his partner.
Spike ignored that question. Eye respected it however. "I understand Spike, you don't want to share secrets and or experiences with the newbie, I understand," Private Eye again focused on the road. The ham radio went off.
Attention any available units bank robbery in progress, we have reasons to believe the aslant is armed and extremely dangerous an any available units please advise.
Private Eye looked at the frowning dragon. "Do you mind?" the new detective glanced at Spike who shrugged
"I guess," Spike responded.
"This is car 3929, we'll handle this," Private Eye said though the radio.
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The car came to a quick halt. Spike and Private Eye picked up their pistols. Spike sighed. He remembers when things were much less aggressive and the crime rate was low. However that was then this is now. He loaded his pistol. Spike mainly stayed in cover as the Pegasi in the air were aligning a shot of all of them. Spike shot a bullet. Hit the man dead in the chest. Blood got on the red unicorn partner in crime.
"Listen you can come clean now and serve a bit less time in prison, or you can keep shooting kill one of us, and get the electric chair!" Spike yelled at the stallion criminal.
"He's never going!" the third aslant yelled that one was a mare.
Spike aligned a shot one straight though the stallion's leg. He grabbed his wounded left foreleg. "How dare you do that!" the stallion spat out.
Spike ignored his outburst and got up aiming for the head. "Last chance," Spike grinned knowing he would surrender.
The stallion this time raised his hooves in the air ready to take defeat. "You always were a little bitch!" the mare drove off. Spike quickly leapt in the car alongside Private Eye.
"You get her close and I shoot sound like a plan?" Eye asked Spike who was already at the driver's seat.
He quickly started the car before they lost sight of the criminal. Spike sped through the streets. The two made it next the car. Private Eye pulled his pistol out to shoot the tire. It missed. "God damn it," he groaned.
"We can't let her get away!" Spike shouted over the loud engine.
He nodded and tried again; this time successful. The car stopped in its tracks. The mare got out and hoofed it. She just ran. "What the hell is she doing?" Private wondered as they chased her along the ally. Finally the mare stopped in front of a wall no way out this time.
"There we go, no way out Ms. Mysterious" Spike stepped forward to the mare pulling out a pair of handcuffs. "You're coming with us," Spike whispered in her ear.
The mare huffed and tried to squirm out of Spike's grasp no avail however. "Shit," the mare said under her breath.
"You have no idea how many say that," Spike threw her into the car that would bring her to the station.
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Spike breathed out. "Shall we? He opened the driver's seat for Private Eye to get in.
"Yeah good idea," Private Eye smiled and climbed in. It was a long and awkward car ride.
Monday, Sept. 2, 2013,
3:40 P.M.
Ponyville high school, 88483 Clasper Street,
Private and Spike both, saw Scootaloo pacing about the football yard. Spike approached her with Private Eye.
"Finally, What took you guys so long!?" Scootaloo weakly flew.
"Even now you can't fly?" Spike asked in a serious tone.
Scootaloo sighed and nodded her orange face blushed in embarrassment looking at Private Eye. "Yeah, but seriously took you guys long enough," Scoots hissed looking at Spike.
"First, I'm not one to judge Miss Scootaloo," Private Eye comforted Scoots embarrassment.
"Police business, Scoots," Spike answered not letting Scootaloo respond to Eye. A life as an officer and or detective is often a late and sad one.
Scootaloo grumbled. "Fine, my scooter was right here," Scootaloo leapt in the air flapping her wings. Scootaloo landed with her hoof pointing at the empty space on the ground.
"I see," Private inspected the ground that had wheel marks.
"So, Scoots, do you have even more enemies then before?" Spike asked gazing at Scootaloo waiting for the answer.
Scootaloo shrugged. "No, not really just Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon on Manestreet,"
"We'll check that out, c'mon Eye, you're driving," Spike pulled his partner alongside him.
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Monday, Sept. 2, 2013,
4:16 P.M.
The Diamond residence, 44832, Manestreet,
Spike stared out his window while Private Eye took note of that. "Look, I respect you're not ready to talk about it I'm willing be with you as long as it takes," Private admitted as he pat Spikes back with one of his wings.
"You have children right Private Eye?" Spike asked out of the blue.
That caught him off guard. "Um… Three… Why?" Eye asked cocking an eyebrow upward.
"I was just wondering. How old are they?" Spike continued the question.
Private Eye glanced at Spike for a moment then back to the road. "My oldest, Shadow Melody is sixteen, my middle Quick Flash is thirteen, and my youngest Sweet Tone, is six, we're also expecting another," he dragged on this was progress.
Spike nodded. "All of them have their cutie marks?" Spike asked.
"No, my youngest doesn't and she says this is 'ruining her life' I think she joined some sort of club, I think it's called the Cutie Mark Crusaders I don't remember,” Private Eye admitted. "My oldest does, he's on tour with DJPON-3, my middle is still finding himself, he felt being a photographer and I quote "being boring and useless" unquote, though he is now regretting it, as he is being bullied in school, he's also in the Cutie Mark Crusaders or whatever," Spike brushed aside his knowledge of the Cutie Mark Crusaders for now.
"Why did you want to know anyway?" Private Eye began being confused.
"Just one more, are they all Pegasi?" Spike asked his final question.
Private shook his head. "No, my youngest is a unicorn, and my middle is an earth pony, though I married a unicorn," he paused. "She said her great-great-great-great-great grandmother was an earth pony, though I know the truth, she had an affair, I just brushed that off," he admitted bushing dust off his coat. "Why did you want to know Spike?" he asked still questioning his reasons.
"Just wondering," Spike shrugged and gazed blankly out the window.
Finally they found the house. They looked at the large house. "Ugh, I hate this street, every-pony is so high class, and snobby, it's like the Canterlot of Ponyville," Private Eye snorted as he looked about the ponies whom gave the duo odd looks. Spike knocked on the door. A mare opened the door.
"How may I help you?" the obvious maid asked in an oddly cheerful voice.
"I'm here to speak with either the father or Diamond Tiara," Spike spoke as polite as he could.
The mare nodded. "The father same with the young mare birthday mare," the maid said holding the feather duster in a bright purple aura of magic.
“Where did Diamond Tiara go?" Private Eye asked looking at the spots he knows that that snobby pony goes. "Wait birthday mare?" Private Eye sighed in realization.
"Yep, it's Miss Diamond Tiara's eighteenth birthday," the maid smiled warmly. "As for your first question she went to her friend Silver Spoon's house on Marestreet," the mare explained.
"Thanks for the information Miss," Spike shook the mare's hoof.
Monday Sept. 2, 2013,
4:49 P.M.
The Silver residence, 19021, Marestreet,
Spike and Private Eye approached the door. These two dislike Scootaloo but is it really that much of hatred to do anything even as small as stealing her scooter can hurt her. Not physically of course, mentally though.
The door opened to a mare this seemed to be her mother. "Can I speak to your daughter and her friend?" Private Eye asked in a calm but urgent voice.
"Um... why?" the mare asked.
Spike hoped she wouldn't have to explain. "We are investigating a missing scooter, it just so happens that your own daughter's friend is the prime suspect though we also have minor suspicions that your daughter had a hoof in this," Spike explained despite his want to not explain.
"...Down the hall to your left, but please be careful, she is quite delicate," the mother pleaded at the edge of kissing Private Eye's black hooves.
Spike and Private Eye opened the door. The two young mares stopped the game they were playing. "Who let you in?" Silver Spoon tilted her head. She hadn't changed too much she was still the same gray color, just with a slightly more unkempt mane. "Your mother, may we please have a word with you?" Private Eye asked.
"Why should we listen to you?" both Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon immaturely stuck out their tongue at Private Eye and Spike.
Spike pulled out his badge. "This is why," Spike smugly smiled knowing this was a real badge.
"What's the problem?" Diamond Tiara asked poking her head out from behind Silver Spoon.
Private Eye gave a yawn. "Just this question real quick, how do you feel about Scootaloo?" Private Eye asked looking at both Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara at the same time; they were kind of close together so that made it simpler.
"Well, we just make fun of her, what does that have to with anything?" Diamond asked.
"Well, Scootaloo's scooter has gone missing, and you two are our prime suspects," Spike explained from behind the tall black Pegasus stallion.
The black stallion picked up Silver Spoon with his mouth. "Hey! Put me down!" she squirmed for a moment then simply crossed her hooves and snorted. Spike since he is not as strong as him and he is not too much bigger than a young mare he just grabbed her hoof and dragged her to the car. She did hesitate as much as expected.
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Monday, Sept. 2, 2013,
6:11 P.M.
Ponyville police station, 99012 Hooves street,
Silver Spoon's teeth were chattering together. "You cold or are you nervous we'll find out about your crime?" Private Eye asked with a combination of serine and angry; he demonstrated by slamming his right hoof on the table.
That made both young mares jump.
"So what age are you two?" Spike asked pushing his partner off his seat.
Diamond held her head high and spoke first. "I'm eighteen today," Diamond smiled despite the ponies who are interrogating her.
"I'm eighteen as well, my birthday was last week," Silver explained.
"Yes, I recall you always made fun of Scootaloo and the other Cutie Mark Crusaders, is that correct?" Spike raised an eyebrow.
Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon shrugged. "Well, yeah, but they were blank flanks at that time, we had reasons to make fun of them then, now we just make fun of them just for fun," Diamond shuffled her forehooves.
"Alright, but you do have motives to steal her scooter," Spike glanced at Private Eye whom was totally calm.
Diamond laughed at Spike's accusation. "You've got to be kidding me, why would I steal her scooter?!" she again immaturely stuck out her tongue at Spike.
"Please, answer the question, do you have motives to, and if not, is there any-pony that does?" Private Eye asked trying to keep calm; he hates the snobby ponies. He sighed and lowered his hoof.
"Um... Scootaloo's coltfriend, Crumble Bake" Diamond answered.
"Where is he?" Spike asked jumping to ask her that.
Diamond tapped her muzzle. "He should be where he is most often, his house, it's on the corner of Luna St. that could be where you find him, if not, try the comic book store, most likely the one on Oakwood St. he loves to go there," Diamond defended herself.
"How do you know this?" Private asked starting to wonder.
She shrugged. "He broke up with me and went to Scootaloo a year ago," she explained.
Private nodded and looked to his dragon partner. "You want to pay our little pony a visit?" Private Eye eyed Spike.
He didn't respond until asked again. "Huh? Oh, yeah let's go," Spike said walking with his partner.
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Monday, Sept. 2, 2013,
6:55 P.M.
Crumble residence, 448217, Luna St.
"Wait, are we going to arrest him?" Private Eye asked Spike.
"No, he's not doing anything honest to god wrong," Spike answered Private Eye's question. They knocked on the door.
The door opened. A colt leapt at Private Eye. "I never th-" he at that point opened his eyes. He chuckled embarrassingly.
"Sorry, thought you were some-pony else," he chuckled his blush of embarrassment slowly fading.
"Who were you expecting?" Spike asked leading the investigation.
He rubbed his head. He lifted a postcard with his magic. "Them," he handed the postcard to Spike. The light blue aura faded away and the postcard fell onto Spike's claws.
"Geez, listen to this.
Dear Crumble Bake,
We are sorry we couldn't make the train, the next train, is in two months, we'll do our best to keep in contact.
With all our love you father and mother.
Do you miss them?" Spike asked knowing the answer would be a yes.
He nodded quickly. "Yes, of course! I haven't seen them for months," he said shuffling his hind hooves.
Spike nodded; he knew he had to be delicate with this one. "Can we come in?" Spike asked wondering the answer.
"Uh... yeah, come in, I guess," he opened the door more.
Spike and Private Eye sat on a sofa. "Alright, so first, does the name Diamond Tiara mean anything to you?" Spike asked calmly.
"Uh... yeah, she and I are dating," he said voice slightly on the unstable side.
"I'm sorry 'are' you are or were dating?" this seemed bad for Diamond Tiara.
He kept with his statement. "Yeah we are dating," he repeated.
"Did you ever date Scootaloo?" Spike asked the young stallion in his teens.
"Yeah... why?" he seemed confused why would they need to know that.
"First where were you at approximately 5:00 P.M. to 6:00 P.M.?" Spike asked
"At home, why?" the young stallion likes that response doesn't he?
Spike shrugged. "Well, we are on a case, Scootaloo's scooter goes missing, we have a feeling it, you see, we think it was Diamond Tiara, but she told me of you being her ex, not Scootaloo's care to explain?" Spike smirked he backed the young stallion into a corner.
There was no response from the colt.
"A detective asked you a question!" Private Eye hissed at the colt.
Spike punched Private Eye on the shoulder. "C'mon Private Eye, he's not a prisoner of war!" Spike punched harder.
The colt whimpered. "I didn't do anything," his eyes teared up.
Private Eye tried to come close the young stallion sighed and looked at Spike. "I know who done it," he blinked tears out of his eyes.
"Who?" Spike asked seeing that the colt had some info that would've been unnoticed.
"P-Please, d-don't take him away," he pleaded her eyes still tearing up.
"Who?" Spike asked knowing the colt would be heart broken.
"M-My brother, he's coming home now, he just... one rule he told me... no going in his room under any circumstance," he pointed his hoof at the forbidden room.
"I wonder why," Spike openly said he walked over to the door and broke it down after trying to open it; it was locked.
What was there was horrifying. Skulls; pony skulls as that were all around his wall, a note was on the table which had bloodstains on it. Spike scanned over the note. Spike turned around. This case had become a whole hell of a lot harder. Now they have to protect Scootaloo from her possible demise. The note clearly states once he chooses some-pony he steals his/her most valuable possession. This time it was Scoots turn. Spike set down the letter. "What's going on Spike? I can't hold back Crumble Bake forever," he groaned and tried to keep the colt outside.
"We have to find Scootaloo!"
Author's Note
First story if it sucks I'm sorry.
