Royal Canterlot Investigative Services

My head. It feels like I've been hit with a brick. Hangover, that's what they call it. And now I'm experiencing it. I open my eyes and see darkness. I realise is because I have a blanket over my head. I push the blanket off my head and light floods over me. It's extremely bright and it takes a bit to adjust. Once I can see, the first thing noticable is the feeling of the bed. There's no way this is my bed, it's too soft. Secondly. Be everything else. This is a completely different room. I sit up, rubbing my temples. I look around and notice my dress on the floor. And Silver's clothes strewn about.

"Sonovabitch. Does this mean..."

" Yes it does." Silver interjects walking into the room. "Mornin'." He says, like it's just a normal day.

"What the fuck!? We actually!?" I angrily yell.

"Hey, you're the one who initiated, I just had fun." He says, smirking.

"How drunk was I?" I ask him getting out of the bed and lazely walking over to him.

"Oh you were soooooooo loud, we're just lucky the people next door didn't call the cops. I mean really. You----"

"Okay!" I yell pushing by him. "Just shut the hell up. I need coffee." I say, heading to his kitchen

"Oh I don't drink coffee, so there's no coffee machine." He says, following me.

"Your such a dick. You know that?"

"I bet you know that." He says slyly, smirking.

"Just fuckin' go back to bed or something."

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I sit in my Canterlot office, nursing a cup of cheap black coffee. The Locksmith doesn't open for another hour so I can't go home yet. I have to go to watch the interrogation of the stalker now, but I don't know if I want to.

"Knock knock!" Silver announces. Then letting himself in. "There are results on the DNA testing on the box. Same guy in the interrogation room. Come on." He says, turning around and walking out. Not giving me enough time to voice a response. I chug the last of my coffee and toss the cup into my small trash bin. I grab my coat and run out, not bothering you shut the door.

I arrive at the interrogation room a couple of minutes later. The room it's only one floor under my office. I walk into the observation room while Silver's already in the room with the suspect.

"Why where you there yesterday, watching my." He coughs. "Objective." He asks, sitting across from the suspect.

'i wasn't watching her, I was eating dinner, jackass." The Colt says, his voice low but Shakey.

"Alright, than why IS YOUR DNA on the box that was delivered to miss Reigns!?" Silver yells. I've never heard him this authoritative.

"Alright! Alright" he gives in. "A stallion came up to me and payed me 500 bits up front to place that there. Another 300 yesterday to watch you and learn about you." The suspect says.

"What'd he look like!?' Silver yells angrely, slamming his front Hooves into the table.

" I dunno! I dunno!! He caught me off guard. Just box with a bag of bits with an address on it then he walked away. He was cloaked!" The suspect yells. Silver shakes his hoof dismissively and walks out of the room. He heads straight back to where I am and stands next to me.

"What do you think? He lying or telling the truth? " He asks me..

"I don't know, my head hurts too much to think."I tell him, receiving a chuckle in response. My phone rings and I answer to the locksmith. I tell him I'll be there in a bit and head out with Silver's as well as the chief's approval.

My walk home really made my thoughts wander. I make it to my apartment building elevator, good, let's push th-- THUD!

I walked up facing the ceiling. Wait, that's the floor. I'm hanging by my back hooves. My head is splitting. Theres a puddle of blood, just under my mane. The blood is coming from my head and running down. I can't even see any blood in my name because the color is so close. KERCHUNK somepony releises me and I slam into the ground . I manage to look up to a pony with a surgical mask over their face.

"This is your punishment. Shhhhhhhhhh" he says to be, running his hoof through my mane.

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Why won't she pick up?

This is the third time that rang, next time it rings I'm gonna-

"Hello?" I answer my partner's office phone.

"Hello, this is hooves and handles locksmith, we need miss Reigns at her building to show us where her apartment is." The voice on the other side answers.

I slam the phone down on the receiver and run over to the chief .

"Chief!" I shout running into his office.

"Yes, mr.colt." he replies.

"I just got a call from the locksmith saying that Andreah isn't there!" I tell him worriedly.
"She's not responding to her phone either!"

"Its him now, isn't it? The maiming perp you two are working on?" He asks, picking up his phone and dialing a number.

"That's what I'm afraid of sir." I tell him.

'Andreah, please be alive'

"You're the reason I did what I did." The Stallion towering over me says.

"What did I do?!" I shout.

"You took him from me." He states. Taking a scalpel and placing it on my left forearm.
He pushes it down and pain strikes emediatly. Then he drags it down my forearm. Getting a loud scream from me.

"I enjoyed what I did, he didn't judge me, he helped me!" He yells, taking the scalpel and making another line down my leg., Earning another tell from me and a few tears.

"W-who helped you?' I drag out, Whimpering.

"My father, he sympathized, he knew what I had to do. He knew what I felt. He KNEW my impulses, and you took him. And now you're going to pay." He says. He takes the scalpel and shoves it deep into my leg. My vision clouds, then blacks out.