Royal Canterlot Investigative Services

I step off the carriage and thank the two gentlecolts who brought me here. Silver does the same. When I left the office he managed to catch the carriage aswell. I look in front of me, not wanting to count the stairs. For Silver's sake, I'm just going to fly. The amount of stairs leading up to the RCIS headquarters could easily rivel a court house.

"I have to walk up these damned things, again." Silver sighs, starting to walk up the stairs.

"See ya in the archives!" I chuckle at him, extending my wings.

"Wait! No don't do that!" He protests, watching me fly up to the entrance. I land with excellence in front of the doors. I pull open the right door and trot in. A security guard stops me.

"Badge please." He says, with a flat tone, but still finding a way to be intimidating.

"Really? Cmon you know me, I've come through here more than the secretary." I protest, pointing towards the mare with a pair of thin framed glasses.

"Standard procedure miss Reigns." He says, his voice still flat. I sigh and reach into my trench coat and pull out a synthetic leather bifold badge holder. I flip it open, he closely examines my gold badge. It's quite simple, about four inches big, it's a round, aluminum peice, slightly convex. Ingraved on the top is RCIS, in the middle my name, and under my name says 'forensic hippologist'.

"Welcome back." He says, his voice a cheerful tone, quite a difference than last time he spoke. I give him a smile and walk to the secretary. Nice lady, in her sixties, I think. Green in colour, purple mane.

"Hello mizz....." I look at her name plate "trotsworth, first day?" I ask her, per me not recognizing her.

"No" her voice gravely "I've worked here thirty years, Andreah." She says, not once looking up from her type writer. A blush of embarrassment raises to my checks.

"O-oh, I'm so sorry!!" I franticly apologize. All that she retorts with is a gruff 'hmm'.
"Anyway..... Which way is the archive? The thirteen years I've been here, not once have I been there." I tell her.

"Go down that hallway." She, still focused on her type writer, points to a hallway to my left. "Than there is an arrow plaque on the wall, follow those."

"Thank you..." I shamefully thank her and start walking that way.

"ANDREAH!!" I hear sompony shout at me. I turn to see Silver trotting over to me.

Once he makes it over to me I say to him: "you made it, I didn't need to call the paramedics." I start walking down the hallway, Colt by my side.

"You wouldn't even know, you ran ahead." He scoffed at me, blowing a raspberry.

"Very mature. Keep that up and I'll think about a date." I mock at him. He has no witty retaliation, so he stays silent. The halls towards the archives are like a laberynth, forever twisting and turning. But I suppose that could be said for most office buildings. I make it to a solid wooden door with the word 'archives' on a golden plaque on the top center of the door.

"We made it." I tell my partner, who's, I swear, half asleep. I clop my front Hooves really loud next to his ear and he jumps. I roll my eyes and open the door. I scan the room, boxes filled with tons of papers. "This'll be fun." I Mumble to myself and walk into the room.

"Aha!" I yell. "Duke wing! Here he is." I shout at Silver, who's looking on the other side of the room. I grab the file delicately with my teeth and take it to a nearby table. I set it down then sit down. Silver sits next to me and opens the file with his magic. I pick it up and skim read it.

"Dah dah dah.... Did three years... Dah dah dah..... Released may of last year... Dah dah dah. was killed in a factory accident two months ago. DAMMIT he's not our guy." I yell, agitated.

"Shouldn't you be glad he's not the one after you?" Silver asks while putting away the file.

"No, because now we're at square one. All we know is the perp knows my cutie Mark and requested me personally. Though it would be a lot more polite, and cleaner, to leave a phone call." My attempt at humour, I'm not exactly the best at it.

"Well, I'll call Chief Note and see if they're done with the necropsy, see if you can't go in and examine the bones. Mabey get us closer to an Identity?"

"Sure, you can do that. I'm going to go home, and study the photos, mabey something about the way they carved my cutie Mark and carved the words will trigger something in my brain from a previous case." I tell him. We agree and we both go home. To our own homes, mind you.

I've been threatened before, but not to this extent. I sit on my couch in my little one bed, one bath apartment. With my cat, Ruby. I have current cold cases and solved cases scattered all over my coffee table. As well as the current case. I've been here for an hour, I've just finished a tofu sandwich, Ruby and my favorite.

"Knock knock." Silver, again. Announcing his presence instead of simply knocking.

"Come on in!" I shout so he can hear me. I look over at the door and watch him come in. He closes the door behind him and trots over.

"Homework?" He asks me, gesturing to all the cases on my table.

"Yea, I need to connect the dots!" I exaggerate, jumping up and stomping my front right hoof. "I know there's something I'm missing, I just can't see it. Why did he take the flanks!?" I test Silver, pointing at him with my right hoof.

"Mabey that's the meat he likes most? Simmer in a cast iron pan for an hour, seasoned salt and some cyan." He says.

"Or! More reasonably, he' attempting to hide her Identity. No Cutie Mark, no instant Identific----" I'm cut off by the sound of the apartment buzzer.

"I got it." Silver says trotting over to the intercom. "Hello?" He says in a very, feminine way. He's imitating me. What an asshole! When he doesn't get a response he opens the door with his magic.

"I'll go check. Stay here." He demands.

"No way! I'm following." I say sternly.

"Fine, follow, a couple hooves back." He tells me sternly, unholstering his sidearm with his magic. I didn't know he had one, it's always been hidden under his jacket, I guess. I watch him walk out the door and I follow. We make it to the elevator, we head down. We make it to the entrance. He pushes the door open and looks around, seeing is clear he holsters his firearm. He looks down and sees a package, on the top, written in blood: Andreah.

"I want you to go behind something solid, there's a package here, could be a bomb." He tells me, his voice having a sense of authority to it, it's kind attractive. No! Not the time for this. He's just your partner. Get in that hallway Andreah. I stop talking to myself and run into a hallway. I yell to Silver see he knows I'm good. I hear him open the box.

"Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit." He drags out the I on that word. "Get over here, Reigns." I comply and trot over. I peer inside and I see two slabs of meat, one having a smiling sun Cutie Mark, the other identical accept three distinct words.

'I want YOU'