Trigger warning: murder

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Patton was sitting in his office, writing a things down while occasionally taking a sweet from his packet of gummy worms. He jumped when someone entered the room, looking up his eyes caught with the most handsome man he had ever laid eyes on.

Tall, dark and handsome.

"Greetings - I am detective Sanders" he flashed a badge, "I am here to talk to you about the murder of Marcellin Desrosiers"

Patton gasped, murder? He had just seen him yesterday! Marcellin was one of Pattons clients, it must be why the detective came to him.

"Uh, yes of course" he let him sit down opposite him and picked up his packet of sweets.

"Gummy worm?"

"No thank you"

He shrugged, "your loss" and ate one.

"I have been told that Marcellin was here yesterday afternoon?" The detective asked, pushing his glasses up his nose.

"Yeah! He's been coming here for the past few weeks, I'm his therapist" Patton explained, pushing some of his work to the side to rest his arms on the desk, scanning the detectives facial features.

He was definitely Pattons type.

"Can you give me any information on him? Do you know where he was planning to go yesterday?"

"Uh.. under law I can't tell you anything that happened in the session but I can tell you he was going to meet up with his friends! I think they were planning to head to a bar but he didn't say which, I'm sorry"

"No, it's quite alright" the detective wrote down the things he said, Patton smiling while watching.

"Anything else? Did he mention someone to you that could've done this?"

"Uh...I'm sorry, I can't tell" Patton frowned, "oh! But he did mention someone...I can't tell you but I can take you to him! Come on!" Patton stood up and put on his jacket and scarf, leaving the room.

"Wait, sir-"

"I can help you! It would be like Sherlock and Watson!" Patton grinned, opening the door to go outside.

"Sir you can not come-"

"It'll help you in your case, and I have nothing else to do anyway!" Patton locked the door after him and skipped down the path to the street.

The detective sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. How he disliked people like this.

"C'mon detective!" Patton called, grinning. He leaned on his car and he sighed again, giving in. Patton told him the directions and they drove to the destination, Patton singing along to songs that came onto the radio.

"Who lives here?" The detective asked, parking outside of the house.

"Before I answer" Patton turned to face him, "what's your name?"

"Detective Sanders"

"No, silly" Patton giggled, "first name! I'm Patton" He stuck his hand out to shake and the detective sighed again, "Logan" they shook hands and Patton got out, darting up to the house and knocking on the front door.

Logan stood next to him, a blank expression painted on his face. The door slowly opened, a young man stood in the doorway and visibly relaxed when he saw Patton.

"Hey, Pat" he smiled weakly.

"Hi Virgil! This is detective Sanders" Patton gestured towards the man who gave Virgil a nod.

"He wants to talk to you about Marcellin" Virgil tensed at his name and Logan noticed, Virgil let them in and closed the door behind them.

"Yeah, I know him" Virgil stated once they were all sat in the living room, Patton happily munching the cookies on a plate on the coffee table.

"How do you know him?" Logan inquired, taking out his notepad and pen.

"He's a dick" Virgil plainly stated, "I hate him and his stupid friends" he muttered, kicking the floor with his shoe.

"And why do you hate him?"

Virgil rolled up his sleeve, showing a dark bruise which outlined a bandage. "He along with his friends beat me up every time we meet - I don't meet them on purpose, but it seems as though they try to find me" Virgil said, clear malice in his voice.

"When did he do that?" Logan motioned to the bandage, Virgil rolled his sleeve down.

"Last night"

"What time?"

"Eight"

"An hour before his death" Logan wrote down everything. "Wait, does this mean I'm a suspect? Cus I have someone to back me up that I was here last night since eight thirty" Virgil explained, slightly worried that Logan would think it was him - or at least have him as a suspect, that's the last thing he needs.

"Is he here?"

"Yeah, in the shower, wait here" Virgil got up and left to go upstairs.

"This is fun! I like being a detective" Patton hummed in amusement, grinning at Logan.

"Well you are not a detective, neither are you apart of the police force. You cannot come with me after this" Logan stated, not even looking at him. Patton frowned but he understood, he grabbed a pen and wrote down his number on a piece of paper.

"What's this?" Logan asked, taking the slip away from him and scanning it.

"My number! Incase, y'know, you need me again. Or for...other purposes" He smiled, Logan slowly nodded and pocketed the number.

Virgil came back down with a man behind him, his hair was wet and he was only wearing a towel.

"Hello Sir" the man shook hands with Logan, "sorry for the indecency, I'm Roman, or prince as people call me"

"I am detective Sanders, can you confirm you and Virgil were here last night?"

He nodded, "well of course! Someone had to treat his wound" Roman replied, walking to the desk and grabbing his phone.

"We also took a selfie with the time behind us" he showed the picture to Logan and the date it was taken, last night, quarter to nine.

Logan nodded and stood up. "Thank you" he handed Virgil a slip of paper, "if you find anything else out please inform me as soon as possible" with the tip of his hat he left.

"He's so hot!" Patton exclaimed, Virgil sent him a smirk and the three hung out for a few hours more before Patton went home, thinking about nothing but Logan.

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I like this one 😂

Thank you for suggesting it!

I'll be doing a part two and maybe a part three, depending on how long this will be. Ha, that rhymed.

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