It was an average day in his London apartment. His mother was at home doing the dishes, and his father was out working the grind. His sister on the other hand, little Monica was throwing a fit.
She had lost her blanket, the little thing she had kept on her since she was born. Not much to say considering she was three, but she was able to convey perfectly her precious item was missing, and not much could stop the private investigator from taking on the case.
First thing to do was the question the witnesses. One possible witness was already gone. Suspicious but any good detective knew better than to jump to conclusions.
After the witness got a drink to calm her down, grape juice her favorite, Saul sat down across from her to ask questions.
“So miss Monica. When did you last see your ‘blanket’?”
“I don’t know! I got the blanket and then we went to the park and then we napped and then we ate and then it wasn’t there anymore.” The girl fussed in the midst of drinking her juice. “Can you find it?”
“Of course, I would do anything for a dame like you.” Saul got up, determined to crack the case. First thing was the park. Earlier that day their mother had taken them there to play, and that was the perfect time to lose any blanket. Telling his mother he’d be back, he put on his best suit that he wore to his aunts wedding last month and made his way to the nearby park.
Lots of kids were playing, maybe it was best to ask around, keeping a close eye on anyone suspicious. A yellow blanket, with the name ‘Monica Graves’, hand embroidered along with her birth date. It was a gift from their grandmother, priceless. Unforgivable. And it didn’t take long to find his first suspect.
Harold Edwards. 4 year old and son of their mothers close friend. He had always shown jealousy towards that blanket. Walking up with a gruff look, Saul immediately confronted the boy who was being swung by his mother. Mimicking, Saul got on the swing next to him and tried to swing along, failing due to his short legs.
“Harry, have you seen a yellow blanket anywhere?”
“No?”
“Stop lying to me, buster! One of these days I’m gonna slug ya if you keep lying! Where’s my sisters blanket!” Harold’s mother could help but laugh and choke on her laughter a little hearing a 5 year old talk like that. It was wrong, sure. But too funny to say anything. Which only got a frown from Saul.
“I haven’t seen any of your sisters stupid blanket! Leave me alone!”
“What’s your alibi?”
“MY WHAT?”
“YOUR ALIBI!”
“Where were you earlier today, hun?”
“Mum! Wouldn’t you know you were with me”
“Oh so it was a two person crime, eh?”
The mother had to laugh at such a scenario. “No, no. We were out buying new clothing up until now.”
With a grunt, Saul got off the swing. “You’re free for now, Edwards. But this isn’t the end.” And waddled off back to his house. By the time he got back his mother was waiting at the door with an amused eyebrow raised.
“So?”
“Mum! I can’t find the blanket! Do you know where it is??”
“Saul, it was in the laundry. I told both of you I was going to wash your sheets while you were eating lunch.”
“oh.”
“Yeah. Though you were hot on that case, my little detective.” She picked him up and kissed him. “But next time you should probably just ask me first before you go wandering off. Did you have fun though?”
“I guess.” Was the only response Saul gave as he pouted into his mothers shoulder.
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“hey, it’ll be fine!!!! I can go if you want. I think my daughters were interested in the same band.. or something similar to it, either way, it’s better to go with someone than to go alone.”
“Please, I wouldn’t want to put that on you. Plus I’m not sure he knows your daughters.” Even Saul didn’t really know his daughters. Unless they went to the same school, but his daughters looked way too old in general for this kinda stuff.
“Are you sure your daughters are into Yo Gabba Gabba? It looks fun but it’s something only a 5 year old can enjoy.” Thus why Barry was now yelling dad.
He keeps letting the water spray on the other man as he laughed, pushing away Saul’s hand to keep him from getting the hose. “Oh no! You ain’t gettin’ this.” Dresdaen was giggling as he play fought with the other man, holding the hose behind his back, chest to chest with his coworker.
He likes this - it’s been a long time since Saul and him had any fun like this. Their jobs kept them apart in the office, except when they were on the same case.
Unlike the man in front of him laughing, Saul was actually trying to take the hose away. It wasn’t so much no fun allowed as more revenge. But Saul eventually tried staring at Dres, with a frown on his face.
“Fine then.” He put his hands in his now wet pocket and eventually walked away a bit, making sure to dig his heel into the hose. “I guess you can’t handle getting wet.” He shrugged, making sure the pressure was building up a little. It was easier on concrete anyways thankfully. Despite those claims or course being false since the man was certainly already wet.
He squints at Saul, then turns his hose on the other man. “Don’t ruin my good time, Saul!”
He wasn’t ready for his coworker to actually hose him down. Let’s just say the white button up shirt got completely soaked and his brown skin underneath became visible.
“Oh really funny, Dresden!” He was already wet so there was no point in not walking closer and starting to try and wrestle the hose from him. Try was a key word though because he was most definitely out of shape.
Click. Click. Click. The clicking sound that his heels gave off as Saul walked home from work was all he could really focus on as he groggily took in his surroundings. Wow he felt out of it, he was getting too old for all nighters like this, but the younger people in his team demanded it. At least he’d be home in time to see Barry off to school, that was for sure.
After a bit of time, the reek of weed came from a prohibited area. Sure weed was legal, but being ins prohibited areas certainly wasn’t. He still had his badge on him, and despite it not being his slotted hours he’s seen policemen make arrests outside of their actual job time.
Sighing, he promised himself he’d make it quick and tried to find a way to get in. Thankfully the lock was already picked.It didn’t take long either to find the perpetrator.
“Hey!” Saul yelled out, getting the kids attention. “This is a private property, no trespassing is allowed!” He wasn’t going to pull the police card just yet. Instead he made himself look like a white collar 40 year old man. Which he also was, the only thing that set him apart was really the west London accent and the eye scar.
name : Saul Graves
nickname : Saully (mum), Saulsa(wife)
zodiac sign : Aries
gender : Cis Man
favourite colour : Tan
average hours of sleep : either 6 or 10 no inbetween
last thing you googled : Where is a good children’s group that isn’t Christian?
height : 5′11″
MUN :
name : Odin
nickname : uhh idk?
zodiac sign : Capricorn
gender : Trans man olol
favourite colour : Bluee
average hours of sleep : Like 12 hours rip.
last thing you googled : April 9th zodiac
height : 5'8
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