"Chief, Reigns has been missing for a day now, we need to find her."

"Interrogate that 'messanger' he probably knows more than he thinks. Now go, Colt."

"Yes sir"

I'd open my eyes if I weren't so exausted. My front leg has gone numb, but I still have a fine range of motion. Mr. asshole didn't hit anything important.

I rest for a bit more, than muster up the strength to open my eyes. I'm in a chair, tied in the sitting position. My back hooves tied to the chair legs. I tug at the restraints, but to no avail. My mane caked in blood. I can feel it. I look around, not seeing anypony. It seems I'm in an old celler or basement. One single light aluminated the whole room. Aside from me, it's completely empty. No equipment of some kind, no garbage, nothing at all.

CLANK CLACK. The sounds of a metal door opening. I hear hooves clopping on the other side of the door, than it opens.

"Oh good, your awake." The figure says. Coming into alumination I get a good look at him. He's yellow with a pale orange mane. His Cutie Mark, a couple of envelopes, I make a guess at him working at a post office. "I've been waiting." He says.

"An wha you wan wi me?" I say, finding myself incapable of making hard consinent sounds.

"I'm here to get even." He states coldly. Scraping the scalpel across the cement walls. "For what you did to me!" He yells, throwing the scalpel, landing it in my leg, I hear it squelch before I feel the shock shoot up my body and I stifle a scream.

"Wha---- wha did I ever do you? I don recognize you." I say, not trying to hide the fear taking me over. He walk over and Yanks the scalpel out, a stream of blood emediatly running down my leg. I flinch as he swipes the blade about.

"You don't recognize me? Of course you don't." He scoffs, throwing the scalpel again, i squeeze my eyes shut, expecting a surge of pain, but I notice it hit the wooden chair, stuck. I open my eyes.

"How about this? Stallion kidnapped ten mares. Tortured them to death. Chopped them up, bagged the appendiges and dumped them around Canterlot." He says, throwing the small blade again, missing again. "Along comes this eager, off the press detective, with his over the top partner. And go and ruin his fun. Send his thirteen year old to the Foster system. Then they go home and sleep well. Content with themselves." He says angrely. Grabbing the scalpel, throwing it, and clipping my cheek. I can feel a little bit of blood ooz out of the spot on my cheek.

"I had fun maiming and dismembering those corpses." He says grabbing the blade again and walking back to the front of the room. "I'll have more fun dismembering you!" He throws the scalpel hitting me square in the shoulder. I stifle a scream, biting the inside of my cheek, and the metallic taste of blood fills my mouth.

"Wait." I say, panting. I wiggle my left hoof in it's restraint and manage to get it free. I keep it there, holding a façade that I'm still tied.

"Your father's not dead." I say to him. "Go visit him. In The prison." I stall for time.

"You think I didn't do that? I watched him during his lethal injection." He says considerably closer, but not close enough.

"I watched them bury him." Almost

"I watched them fill in the hole with dirt." Closer

" I watched th--!" I cut him off by socking him in the side of the face. He's shock long enough for me to untie myself. I do so then run out the door. Ending up in field. I can't go to far with this limp. My wings! He didn't touch them! I extend my wings and fly towards the nearest hospital, as I see were still in Canterlot

I walk in and two nurses run over and catch me. I'm a mess. Three, bloody slices in my right foreleg. My right back leg two slices. My mane caked in blood, and a scalpel stuck in my shoulder.

"Pick her up and put her on the gurney there!" Someone yells before I faint.

RING RING. I hear my desk phone ring, I pick it up with my magic and bring it to my ear.

"RCIS Detective Colt speaking." I say into the phone.

"Mr. Colt, I have a Dr. Reigns here at the Canterlot hospital, she ca-"

"I'll be right there!" I yell into the receiver, slamming it down and running out.

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"Get rid of that light." I say, not knowing if anypony is there. I can't open my eyes due to the bright light. I hear the distinct sound of blinds being shut and it gets darker. I force my eyes open to see who shut the blinds for me. I look around the room and see Silver in the corner by the window.

"Well hello there Mr. Colt." I say to him, making myself sit up in bed. He hops out of his chair and trots over to the side of the hospital bed.

"Good to see yoummph-" I cut him off py planting a kiss on his lips. I pull away.

"I thought I'd never see you again." I say, tears welling in my eyes. Dammit Reigns. He's your partner, not your lover. I sigh. "Forgive me for my, outburst." I feel one of the tears fall. I wipe it away with my left hoof, the only one working properly at the moment.

"U-uh, forgiven?" He says, unsure of what to do.

"On the other hoof, I'm, I think I know who's doing this. Get my the case file of our first case. Please?" I say.

"Anything for you." He says, poking me on the nose and walking out the door.

Silver walks up to the archives. Taking a deep sigh hoping he won't get lost, he opens the doors. It was a quick in and out. He remembers the day he met the one sided love of his life. But, he's been making good progress. With the file floating behind him he walks across the taxi lot. He watches a personal carriage slow down in front of him. Then he sees the barrel of a firearm. What he thought was to late.

The distinct Clop clop clop of Silver's hooves is something I've become used to. But this time they sounded different. There was a quick clop in the middle of the regular rythim. Sounds like he's limping. He rounds the curtain separating me from the other pony in this room. I notice a bandage around his right shoulder.

"Fuck! Silver, what happened!?" I push, worryingly. I sit up some more, sending a shock up my back leg.

"Some prick just got a lucky shot. I'm fine. Here's the file." He says, levitating the file onto my lap.

"Come here." I say, pushing myself into the left side of the bed, leaving enough room for him. The move making me wince due to my front leg.

"Oh no, I've got a chair ri-"

"SILVER COLT! You get your ass over here." I yell demandingly, probobly too loud.

"Okay, okay." He says, smirking a bit. He sits down next to me, I put my left hoof on his good shoulder and push him down so he's laying next to me.

"Rest." I tell him. Then turn my attention towards the file that lay on my lap. I open it and skim read. I see that the father died of lethal injection nine years ago. And the boy would be, 24, now. About that stallions age. Ok I know what to do next, well, once I get out of this damned hospital.

Author's Note

Okay, I am completely confused on the whole colt/stallion thing.