Author's Note

If you didn't know, I updated the long description of this story.

(chapter 7) Case: An Apple Away

"Maybe it was a Lycan!" Qwick shouts from across the morgue. I look up from the notes on my desk.

"A what?" I laugh, hopping off my chair.

"A Lycan. Lycanthrope?" He tries to get something to ring a bell. Nope.

I shake my head and walk over to the table.

"I have no idea what it is your trying to say." I tell him, looking down at the remains.

"Hold on..." He tells me, walking over to the table. "If this was just a normal canine, wouldn't it of buried just a few pieces? Not the whole bloody thing?"

"Bloody?"

"Bear with me. Is my statement correct?"

"I guess. Now that you mention it, it is odd that the whole thing was buried." I admit, throwing on hoof gloves. "But it could be a 'normal canine' creating a cache."

"Or, It was a Lycan. It killed Miss Murky here while there was a full moon. After the moon passed, they realized what they did, turned back into the wolf and buried the corpse. But not after getting their fill of dinner." He says, putting on his own pair of hoof gloves.

Then proceeding to pick up the skull and mandible and moving the mandible up and down.

"Put that down!" I reprimand, grabbing them from him. I put them back in their proper spot on the table.

"Why?" He cocks his head to the left. I ignore him.

"If it was a... 'lycan'... How come I've never heard of it?" I ask. Looking back up at him, I ruffle my wings annoyedly.

"Well, probably because Princess Luna has their existence a priority secret. All agents are required to know everything about it." He says, bringing his forehooves off the table and taking the gloves off.

"I'm an agent. Did you just waste those gloves to play with the skull!?"

"Yep." He says, wadding them up and tossing them in the direction of the waste bin. Missing. "You didn't go through the agent school-place like we had to. That's where we were taught about it."

"Oh, yeah, I did- where are you going?" I ask, watching him open the door.

"I'm going to go get a list of all Lycans in the Ponyville area." He says. Leaving without giving me time to respond.

I roll my eyes then turn my attention back to the remains on the table.

It is odd how all the remains are here. If it were a typical scavenger burial it would be scattered burials, if any at all.

I looked through Murky Sky's criminal record for about another hour before looking up at the clock.

"Damn, already?" I ask myself, watching the clock turn from 9:29 to 9:30.

Deciding I'll look through the record more at home, I throw it into my saddlebag. Placing the bags on my flank, I head out the door.

Walking into my apartment, i'm greeted by the yelling of my hungry cat. Telling her I'll feed her in a minute, I head to my bedroom, tossing the chafing bags onto the bed.

Next, throwing myself onto the bed, I pull the bags over to me and remove the file.

Skimming through it, I stop at one I feel could yield some information.

Offence: Assault and Attempted Homicide

Description: At 10:47PM Vanhoover police received a call stating the caller witnessed a murder in an alleyway connecting two streets. When officers responded, they found Murky Sky standing over (Name Undisclosed) Lucky 6, with a knife pointed at Lucky's throat. When police confronted Murky, she claimed self defense. Soon after, attempted to harm one of the officers. Tazer was discharged.

Lucky 6 was medivac'd to Canterlot hospital. 6 survived the assault and made a recovery in Canterlot hospital. Officers returned to speak with him a week later.

"She just came at me with a knife, y'know? She threatened me. Wanted bits. Wanted drugs. I ain't got any o' that shit. She bucked me in The side, knocking me over. That's when she put the knife in my neck. I thought I was dead. Thank Celestia you came."

6 was discharged two weeks after the incident. Murky Sky is serving a year in prison.

"A year? That's not very long." I tell myself. Only to be responded by the yells of a starving cat.

"I'm coming!" I yell at Ruby, standing up and trotting out of my room.

I want a house. Like a real house. A front door and a back door. Windows and stairs. Closets that will hold the paint for the outside. Maybe once Silver's out of the hospital he'll agree to get a house with me.

Or maybe Qwick.

MEOW!

Ruby yowls, pulling me back to reality. Sighing, I open the cabinet and grab the cat food. Then the can opener. The monotony of this task has become hell.

With my cat happily slurping up the food, I trot back over to my room.

I hop back up and get comfortable. Grabbing the Sky file, I feel my stomach gurgle. Shaking my head, I tell myself I'll eat in the morning.

After another hour of reading the file, my eyes have become lead. I glance over to my clock. 12:26.

I close the file and put it on my nightstand. Not wanting to get up to move my saddlebags, I use by hind hooves to kick it off the bed. Pulling the covers out from under me then putting them on top of me. I was asleep before the blankets made contact.

RING!!!

Groaning, I throw the pillow over my head.

"It's Sunday!" I shout, my voice cut out by the pillow.

RING!!

Wait. That's not my alarm. That's my phone!

I throw the pillow and covers off me, scaring the cat awake. Landing on my hooves, I trot as fast as I can without breaking anything.

What if it's Qwick? Or Silver?

"Shup up!" I verbally yell. Now filled with paranoia caused by the spontaneous thought, I hesitate to pick up the hoofset.

Then it stops ringing. I continue to stare at it, as if challenging it to ring again.

After about a minute I turn around and head for the kitchen.

RING!

I make it over to pick it up.

"Hello?" I say into it.

"Hello? Andreah?" A gravelly voice says on the other side.

"This is she, who is this?"I ask. On the outside I'm calm. On the inside I'm freaking out.

"Who am I?" The choice asks with disbelief. "I'm your father."