Saving Silver Colt

"Andreah!"

"Who the hell is that!?" I yell, swiviling around, a gun held by by my wing.

"I believe that's you."

Looking at the stallion, he's black, so is his mane.

"Chief!" I shout, throwing the gun and running over to him.

"Its been two years Reigns. How ya been?"

I throw my forelegs around him. After a minute I back off.

"I've been under cover in a drug cartel. How do you think I've been? Do you know how hard it is to gain their trust without actually doing any drugs?" I ask, smirking. He smiles back.

"Good point. Anyway, I'm pulling you out."

"Your what?" Puzzled.

"I'm getting you out of undercover."

"I'm so close!" Almost whining.

"Something's happened. I'll tell you when we're back at my office."

"What's happened?" I ask chief.

I made it to his office, now we're talking, door closed.

"It's your old partner, Silver Colt." He tells me, moving a file across the desk.

Just hearing his name makes tears well in my eyes. Just thinking about what I did to him it's enough. But hearing his name after two years. Dammit.

I wipe my eyes with a hoof, than nod.

"What about him?" Voice shaking.

"I'm afraid he's gone missing." His voice monotone.

"What!? How? When?" I jump off the chair.

"Calm, Reigns."

I pace for a bit, it's been two years. That can rack up a bunch of people who'd want to hurt him. I have no idea.

"This is the last case he was working on. Mabey you can get more than he did." He tells me, gesturing to the file on the desk.

I nod, then sit back down. I pick up the file and open it.

On the evening of 11/17/XXXX, Blossoming Nector was reported missing by Budding Orchid (Relation: mother). By words of the mother, she went to a sleepover at her friend's, Swirling vanilla. She went on 11/14 and was expected on 11/15. Never returned.

I close the file, not wanting to read any more. I got what I needed.

"If..." I flip the file open real quick. "Blossoming was foalnapped, you think the same ponies responsible possibly took..." His name choked in my throat.

"Mabey..."

To find... I can't even think his name..., I'll have to solve the case HE was working on. Good thing I was appointed an agent two years ago. Otherwise it would be pretty illegal for me to work this case.

Okay, first thing first. I have to interview Budding Orchid, and get her side of the story.

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Knock! Knock! Knock!

I knock on Ms. Orchid's front door.

Wait.

Wait.

Wait.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

Wait.

Wait.

CREAK!

The door swings open.

An orange mare with a yellow name is standing in the doorway. Panting...

"S-sorry..." Pant "You cought me" pant "off guard." Pant.

"Uh-huh..." Using my right wing, I reach into my trench coat and pull out my badge. Different than when I was just lead hippologist.

My new badge was in the shape of the sun. At the top it says:
'SSA ANDREAH REIGNS
LEAD HIPPOLOGIST '

I had received it today.

She studied it intently. Than nodded. Getting out of the way so I can walk in.

Doing so, the first thing that hits is the smell of hormones. And it hit hard.

"So... 'bad time'?" I ask, turning around and looking at her. She only responds with a sheepish smile. Closing the door, she tells me to follow her, and we walk to a living room. I sit in a recliner while she walks across the room and sits on a couch.

We sit in silence for a minute. During that minute I study her. Facial features, like tight skin and no bags under eyes; aswell as behavior helps me peg her age to something South of thirty. Yet objects in room, like dolls, crocheted blankets, and the excessive colour of yellow have her pegged something north of eighty.

Breaking the silence was a stallion walking in.

"Honey? Who was i--" he stops and looks at me I'm surprise.

"Who are you?!" Anger obviously present in his voice.

Rolling my eyes, my right wing reaches into my coat and grabs my badge. Brushing up against my fourty-five in the process.

I show him the badge then put it back. His face flushing with embarrassment.

"M-my apologies! Mrs. Reigns!" He does a half bow.

"It's Miss." I say flatly.

"Of coarse." He walk over and sits next to Budding.

"I'm here about the disippearance of your daughter." Saying that, like on cue, Budding began tearing up.

"We'll tell you what we told the other detective." The stallion, defensively. "She was coming home from a sleep over, but she never actually got home. We searched a day before filling the report."

I nod and open the transcript from when.... He.... Interviewed them...

Word for word.

"Can you think of anypony who would want to hurt- or take -your daughter?" I began reading the script to them.

"No, nopony at all. She was a great kid, good grades, good behavior. She knew better than to go off with strangers..."

Again. It's like they can see it. They've obviously been practicing it. But I have no reason to take them in. So I have to let it slip, for now.

"Could you tell me where Swirling Vanilla lives?" Closing the file, I place it in a saddle bag.

Nodding, Budding inhaled sharply, then pointed West. "T-two block that way." She forces her head into the stallions chest.

"Big green house, can't miss it."

I nod, get up, and walk out. Happy to feel fresh air again.

Walking carefully down the streets of the Fillydelphian suburbs. I try and amagine what it was like for Blossoming. Walking happily home.

Did somepony run up and grab her? Was she teliported? Gagged?

Did she go willingly? Helping find a dog? Fall for 'somepony's hurt! Help!'?

I was hoping to find out.

'soon Silver' I thought to myself. Soon