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Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

Fredrich's eyes widened only a fraction when he heard the request. He stared at Ellery for a moment, the two stuck in an awkward silence with only the ticking noise of the clock filling it. Finally, Fredrich narrowed his eyes and fixed the songwriter with his usual stoic face. "Get back to bed, Ellery." he said and laid back down in his own bed.

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

The birds chirped as daylight broke through the horizon. Fredrich, dressed in his casual clothes - his opened and untucked button-up style - leaned against the wall with one foot against it, a mug of freshly brewed coffee in his gloved hand. He sighed softly and took a sip of the drink, watching the city slowly wake up through his window. Six a.m. In the end, he couldn't get past his biological clock and ended up waking up early.

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

After about half an hour Fredrich turned towards Ellery's room, spotting the open door. Did that songwriter still have that nightmare? No, he would have run straight to him if that happened (Personal experience from last night) Curious, the detective slowly walked towards the room and opened the door further. His mug of coffee slipped out of his grip and fell onto the ground when he saw the disaster of a room.
Everything was a mess, it was the perfect design for a struggle that had taken place. Fredrich ran towards the broken window and looked at the blood staining it. How could he have slept through this?! He was usually such a light sleeper! Fredrich gingerly plucked the necklace from a glass shard and gazed at it, mentally cursing himself for letting this happen. He promised Daniel he would protect Ellery, how could he tell the boy that his mother was missing? Fredrich clenched his jaw and tightened his grip on the necklace when something caught his attention. Noticing the paper, he bent down and picked it up, unfolding it to read it. His eyes widened and he caught his breath when he saw what was written. No... No, no, no... That was impossible... How...? Fredrich suddenly gasped. That shadow Ellery saw, was it...? The tall man grit his teeth and crumpled the letter in his gloved hand. "Surgeon..." he seethed under his breath and spun around. As he strode out of the room, he pulled out the cell phone in his pocket and pressed it to his ear, listening to it connect to Han's number.

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

"Get the hell up, Han." Fredrich sneered over the phone, his voice deep and forceful, its intensity already showing that something was wrong. "The Surgeon's struck again, and this time he's kidnapped Ellery!" He paused when he heard a thud near his door and looked towards it. Apprehensive, he strode towards it and opened it quickly, looking around to see no one. Exhaling slowly, Fredrich looked down and stared at the package awaiting him. Beautiful eyes...? A bad feeling crawled up the detective's spine as he picked up the package (he pressed his cheek to the phone on his shoulder to keep it on)
Setting the box on the table, Fredrich pulled out his key ring and picked out the Swiss Army knife on it. He cut the tape off and opened it, quirking an eyebrow at the sight. A ball? Reaching in, he took the red string and lifted the ball up to further examine it. It was a messy ball with red lines drawn all over it. He carefully examined it until the emerald green made him stop altogether. That color... Fredrich's breathing grew unsteady as he re-examined the ball. It... wasn't a ball. It was an eyeball. It was Ellery's eye.
Fredrich let out a noise between a gasp and a yell, he tossed the ball back into the box and staggered back, both disgusted and horrified. He stared at the box until he heard a loud CLANG! where he was forced to look down. His phone fell off him, he forgot he had that on him. Recovering slightly, he reached down and picked it up, shakily pressing it to his ear. "Get your Goddamn a** back here, Han!" he practically screamed on the phone and hung up without giving him a chance to speak.

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

Glaring at the cell phone in his trembling hand, Fredrich nearly missed the note that fell to the floor. He glanced at it and bent down, picking it up and reading over it. He read it slowly, practically hearing Ellery's voice in them. Seeing it cut off only reminded him of what he failed to do, and the detective was tempted to rip the page up to save himself the grief. But he didn't. Something about the letter threw him off. A few words were written with incorrect capitalization, and even a slight darkening in tone. This was a hint, he knew it was. Ellery wrote him one last piece of advice before he was kidnapped.
Pushing away his grief, Fredrich set the paper down and hastily got out a pen. He scribbled down the words that were different until he was left with, 'LIAMGRANTDOCTOR'. He narrowed his eyes at the letters then began to rewrite them until he got a grouping that made sense. 'Liam Grant Doctor'. Liam Grant... That name... Fredrich's eyes widened suddenly. That was the man Cameron was spending time with. Quickly getting out his phone, he dialed his friend's number and pressed it to his ear. After a few rings, he was met with another groggy voice. "Cameron!" he practically shouted on the other line. "That man, Liam Grant! Is he still with you?"

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

As Cameron searched for Liam, Fredrich wandered back into Ellery's room in search for a clue that could help him. Instead, he found an unfinished song with a lyric that really spoke to him. He gazed at the words for a moment then snapped out of his trance when he heard his friend returned. Cameron blearily muttered that Liam wasn't around. Fredrich's eyes widened for a moment until his black hair fell over his face. "...I see. Thanks anyway, Cameron." Before his friend could ask he hung up. "So Surgeon, you honestly think you can escape my grasp?" he murmured under his breath while tapping his phone against his lips, his eyes narrowed with a feral look in them. "It's very difficult to hide from a Nightingale."

Without proof, you'll never catch me.