Will was strolling to his job looking down at his phone. He always went through the park and would stop to take a look at the scenery before heading to his next crime scene. His job correctly was a detective position. He is highly skilled, but still very young. He had a briefcase with him everywhere he went in case he needed first aid or he needed to investigate. He sat on a park bench across from someone who seemed to be looking down at his phone. He simply rests the briefcase in between the two of them and earned forward on the bench. "It's such a lovely day, so tell me why are you on your phone, when you could be looking at this beautiful park. even during the fall, it's still beautiful." His voice was quite deep but even then enchanting almost.
Devon put his phone back into his pocket and turned to face the person, "because, I see this beautiful park everyday, and it has become quite…normal to see" he shrugged. He was a bit intrigued by this person.
"Really? Even so, I live around here and I stop here every just to stare at a beauty like this. I only really come here on sunny days but even when it's raining it still looks beautiful. So what is someone like you doing out here? You're obviously not in college or high school right now and I'm on my way to work so why are you sitting at a park bench alone?" He looked forward once more. "My apologies, I tend to investigate people I don't know because of my detective habits."
"I uh- don't have anything else to do with my time" he shrugged, not wanting to go into the fact that he didn't have a job.
"Hm, I see." He assumed that he was older considering how small the other looked to him. His phone started to vibrate and he brought it to his ear. "Hello…yes, I am on my way now….yes…okay Claire Gutenburg correct? Alright, I will see you soon." He hung up the phone. "I must go, for now, but I hope to see you around again. May I ask what your name is?"
He nodded, "My name is Devon, and maybe I will see you around tomorrow?" He asked, suggesting that he would be in the same place on the next day.
"Perhaps. I would love to see you again?" He smiled sweetly before rushing off the crime scene. the Scene was actually in the park, so he only traveled deeper into the trees. He kneeled down and put on his gloves looking at the scene. He was very good at his job. He touched the blood on the girl's shoulder. "There's another one. This isn't her blood. You can test it if you'd like." He analyzed more of the body as information flooded his brain. Then for the first time in forever, he got distracted, he was thinking about that boy. He quickly shook his head and continued to focus.
Devon smiled as the male left, shortly after he realized, He didn't even get his name. He stared at the ground in frustration at himself. But at least he knew Devon's name…right?. He shook his head, "its fine, I will see him again and get his name"
(tempted to have Devon be the murderer or sum)
(Sure why not lol maybe he can get a job as a journalist or something we are just winging it after all)
"Wait, I never gave him my name…"
"What?" Katie said.
"Nothing, nothing, just thinking." He stood up and sighed. He took off his gloves and gave the information to the rest of the team. "Hey Katie have you ever, met someone and they just sort of…clicked. You know like you didn't have fun nor did you feel anything it just clicked?"
Katie scrunched up her face. "I forensic scientist, not a love doctor but yes, I have felt like this. Did this happen to you WIll?" she nudged his arm with a smirk. "Come on tell me what were they like."
"It was only for a couple of seconds before I came here. He was up small. I felt like he was younger than me, but I did not know for sure. He gave me his name. It's Devon. I mean I've met people like that all the time, but he just…you know?" He packed up his suitcase and dusted off his jacket.
(i mean, both? journalist by day, murder by…other times? lol)
Devon decided to take a nap, so he took off his jacket and laid down on the bench, using it as a pillow, he had no where to be and nothing to do, and was quite tired.
(I see, I see nice, like the murderer idea lol)
He went home after the case and stopped by the park. He looked on the bench only to see devon sleeping with his jack as a pillow. He chuckled lightly. He took off his coat revealing a muscular build as he laid the coat he was wearing over Devon. "You shouldn't sleep on a bench, you could get a cold…" he mumbled. He sat on the edge of the bench and pulled out a cigarette. He set it alight and took a deep breath in and a heavy one out.
Devon, in his sleep, pulled the coat that was laid over him closer to his face. After a minute, he woke up, still practically cuddling the jacket.
"Look who's finally awake. What are you doing out here sleeping on a bench this late at night. It's dangerous you know." He let out a puff of smoke. He looked down to Devon and gave a warm smile. He flicked his cigarette so the excess would fall off the end.
Devon sat up, still holding the jacket, "I uh- fell asleep…" he shrugged. "not long after you left….I think the time just…flew away" he muttered.
"I see, you should get home. It's cold out here especially during the fall." He chuckled. "Can I have my jacket back or are you going to keep clutching it like you tlife depends on it." He teased.
"My life could depend on it" Devon said snarkily, not wanting to return the jacket, nor did he want to go home.
"I see then. If you would like you could come over for dinner and then go home. Since I need my jacket and you seem to like not giving it back maybe if I bring you home it's like you're bringing my jacket back. Of course, if not I guess I'll just have to live without my jacket. He stood up from the bench and place his cigarette in an ashtray next to the bench. "So are you coming?"
Devon stood up, "yes" He said putting the jacket on, and then picking up his hoodie.
He walked out of the park and into the city. The lights were blinding and cars were loud and honking. He walked along the sidewalk making sure to keep Devon close to him. "I live in that apartment just up the street. I can order something because it's too late for cooking right now. Nor do I really want to. I'm surprised you're even coming with me in the first place. Most people would give back the jacket and walk away, only because I'm a stranger."
Devon nodded, following close behind, "a stranger nice enough to lend me your jacket, so I believe I can trust you" he smiled.
"It's scary how easily you trust people." He walked to the apartment building. It looked much nicer than the others. Maybe because they were in the more expensive part of New york city. His shoes clicked on the marble floor, while the sound would bounce off the walls. "After you." he said kindly as the elevator door opened.
Devon nodded and walked into the elevator, "I don't think you will do anything bad, so I feel I can trust you"
"Considering I work the police you have that correct. He pressed the button to one of the higher floors and watched the doors close. "So tell me what you do for a living?" He leaned against the elevator wall. He watched the number slowly go up. He ordered pizza through his phone before shoving the device in his back pocket.
"uh- well, honestly, I don't do anything right now, I am looking for a job though" He replied nervously.
"That's good. If you ever need help getting into work just ask me and I'll put in a good word for you." The elevator rang and the door slid open. "The room on the end is mine. make yourself at home, the food will be here soon. Would you like anything to drink maybe soda, wine, water, etc. I've got options. He opened the door to his apartment, revealing marbled tiles and vast open space. It was quite fancy for a detective, but the room was given to him so it's not like he was complaining.
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