The Demons

"You, want 'me', to help you...I don't know,"I replied to Misty, rather surprised that she would ask me for help instead of somepony else in here. I trotted into my office. She followed.

"Well of course you! Who else, Grim? I trust you!" she cried, closing my door with her magic.

She trusts me. I have ten clients that trust me and I let one of them down. It's like she doesn't know that I'm such a failure in life at being 'trustworthy'.

I sighed as I sat down at my desk. She trotted over and just took a seat, crying.

"Ok. Look. What do you want me to help you with?" I asked softly, pretending to be all nice.

She smiled a little. "Can you help me find the bastard...or bitch...who killed my brother?" she asked, through tears of anger.

Oh shit...

"Look. I can't actually help you with that! Ok? Ask somepony else...,"I told her, trailing away, reading a random file that was on my desk.

"GRIM DARK!! FOR THE LOVE OF CELESTIA!! I DON'T TRUST ANYPONY ELSE IN HERE BUT YOU!! IF YOU DON'T HELP ME WITH THIS, I SWEAR I WILL FUCKING DROWN YOU!! I'M PRETTY SURE THAT EVERYPONY ELSE IN HERE WOULD BE ALRIGHT WITH THAT!!" she shouted angrily through tears, slamming her hooves off of the table.

Holy shit! That was total rage mode. She's that serious...

I couldn't really say anything else for a while. I was seriously taken aback from what she shouted at me...it hurts. I'm not well liked enough as it is in here...or by anypony, for that matter. They would probably give her a prize for killing me, instead of arresting her.

"Hello? Is anypony home?"

"Uh...I-I..."

I was nearly crying. I was trying to hold back my tears.

She took notice of how I looked. Calmed down and sighed.

"I'm sorry, Grim...I didn't mean to hurt you like that...I was just that upset..."

"It's fine. I deserved that,"I said, clearing my throat.

"No. No you don't. You are good at what you do for a living, nopony in here, but me, thinks that you're trying hard enough...I was like you for the first three years of this job as well...",she explained, smiling empathetically.

"Uh...well, thank...you...that's very sweet of you, Misty...", I said, feeling warm inside. I still couldn't smile though.

She smiled. Eyes closed. "You're welcome!"

Then her cute smile faded away and was replaced with a frown.

I closed my eyes and put my face on my desk, calves 'n' hooves folded, covering my head and brushing off my black messy mane.

"Um...are you okay there, Grim?"

"I'm fine...", I mumbled.

"Ok. Look Grim, I really do need you to help me. I can't work on this case alone...", Misty said, softly.

I stayed put.

Said nothing.

She sighed heavily.

"Please, Grim...friends always help each other out..."

Friends? Oh no. We can't be friends! There's a rule that 'Nightmare' told me that demons can't be friends with 'mortals'.

As much as I really want to be friends with her, I can't. Danger Star, 'The Dark Magic Demon', will eventually find out in the sneakiest way possible and kill me and Misty! I don't want that to happen! He's such a cruel bastard for coming up with this rule anyway!

"I seriously can't help you...I'm sorry...", I mumbled.

I can't believe that she can actually hear me.

"Ok. I get it. You're probably the one who did it anyway, ya know, you were the one who probably killed my brother! You two hated each other, got at each other's throats half the time whenever you saw each other!" she stated, growing angry and suspicious.

Shit.

"Look, Misty...", I began, sitting back up,"how could I have killed your brother? I didn't even know where he lived. I didn't even follow him home that night and killed him in his sleep, even if I did, with what? There was no blood - stained weapon at the scene, was there? I guess not. Besides, no matter how much I hated that bastard of a brother of yours, I didn't murder him last night. I was at home, going over a case that I have to deal with later on today with a client of mine before going to bed," I explained thoroughly, sounding rather clever.

Her face was a picture.

She probably didn't even expect that to come out of me. She knows that I'm good at my job, probably didn't know I was 'that' good. I feel so confident all of a sudden right now. Weirdly enough...

I raised an eyebrow. "So, what do ya think?"

"I...um...think that explains everything...Grim...like, holy fuck! Where did all that even come from?"Misty asked, the look of shock on her face.

I felt like smiling and answering with a smartass answer, but I didn't even do either and just replied with,"Well, it's just my memory, y'know. I'm not that bad at remembering everything that happens in my life."

She giggled. She went quickly back to being serious again though. "Help me with this case Grim, please!" she demanded.

Ugh.

This again.

"I'm exhausted. I have a case coming up in an hour...just let me think about it, please?" I asked her, feeling tired.

I was up all night after all, anyway...

"Alright, I will. I'm still suspicious of you though, Grim. For all that I know you could have followed Shadow Cane home and killed him in his sleep...", Misty said, looking serious, as she got up from her seat and left the room, slamming the door behind her.

Well, she's right about that part. I'm such a lying bastard. I should be thrown in jail for being such a bad stallion. I should be punished...

Any dirty thoughts?