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Cameron barked a laugh and gave Sawyer a playful slap on the back. "Ha! Maybe you should go to the bathroom first, eh?" he grinned cheekily.

Fredrich winced when Ellery snapped his fingers and grabbed his head. He muttered a few inaudible things, a couple words distinguishable enough to be recognized as swears. His head hurt and it felt like there was a stone in his stomach. He hated everything right now and the last thing he needed was Ellery rubbing salt in the wounds. He was probably doing this for mere sadistic pleasure.
After a while he sniffed hard and sat up to glower at the brunette. "No." he answered slowly, still trying to regain his senses. "I drank to avoid having the kind of "fun" they wanted."

Fredrich Waltz

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

Fredrich closed his eyes and rolled his head forward as Ellery relaxed the knots in his shoulders. He had to admit, it was really tempting, the idea of going home to sleep off this pain. He could do it, too. Cecil was already out of here for lunch and wouldn't even pay attention to the detective today.
"... Not yet." he said. "I'll go home early, but there are still a few things I have to do."

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

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

"I will, I promise." he said as he placed his gloved hand over one of Ellery's and glanced at him. "I just need to interrogate a few convicts and I'll be done."

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

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

Fredrich uttered a goodbye and waited for Ellery to leave before turning his chair and clicking his lamp off. He was grateful for the mercy the songwriter was willing to give. That must've meant that he looked one hell of a sight, though. The detective closed his eyes and leaned against his seat. He'd rest for several minutes, then get up and do his rounds. All he needed was a few minutes of peace and quiet, and thankfully Cameron was too distracted with that lawyer to do anything else.

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

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

There was silence save the music blaring from the boy's headphones. Finally, with a heavy sigh, two large, gloved hands gripped the armrests of the chair whose back was facing the intruder and pushed its owner up. At first it looked like just a silhouette, all clad in black, then the person turned their head.
Fredrich's cold, blue eyes sliced through the room like a sword and shot straight at Parker. "I don't know where your father is, and I don't care. Now tell me," he turned and moved until he was towering over the boy, clearly displeased with his interrupted relaxation time. "Why are you in my office?"

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

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

"That kid happens to be in his twenties, and I solve murder cases only, not the mystery of your missing dad." Fredrich said while reaching to his desk to pluck a Kleenex. He turned back to face the kid and instantly shot out the tissue to both pop the bubble and take the majority of the gum. After tossing it in the trash he opened the door and ushered the boy out. "Go wait in your dad's office and call him, I have to work."

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

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

"I can't argue with that." agreed Fredrich as he stepped out of his office, pulling the boy out so he could lock it up. Sliding the key back into his pocket, he turned and moved towards the cells, where a wide assortment of criminals waited to be transported to jail. They all ranged from grumpy teens that were caught smoking weed to deranged maniacs that slammed against the bars and laughed wildly when they saw the detective get closer.

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

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

"I thought I told you not to follow me." grunted Fredrich. He briefly glanced at a few other criminals that rattled the bars they gripped so tightly. Some criminals cackled in the delight of insanity, some pleaded to be free, others kept their focus on Sawyer and stretched their arms between the bars to try and touch that smooth skin.
"Hey officer!! Brought me a gift, eh?!?"
"PLEASE! I DON'T BELONG HERE!!"
"I don't regret it! I'll do it again! Open the bars! Open the damn door and I'll go straight for you!"
Fredrich exhaled slowly through his nose as he passed by all the comments, clearly unaffected by them. The farther they went the crazier the inmates got, all of their shouts bouncing off the hallways like some twisted party. Finally, the tall detective stopped at one particular cell and turned to face it. There were eight people in it, a few silently sitting, two punching each others, and the remaining few glaring at the man that put them there.
"Look who's back." sneered a lanky, old man with a nose as large as his yellow eyes.
"Best keep moving, f-cker." snarled a fat man with a red bear eating away at the lower half of his face. "We don't want to see your f-gly face."
"Why don't you come in, eh? I'll show you a thing or two!" hissed the lanky man as he slammed his foot against the bars, causing them to shake.
"Yeah! Bring that little sh-t of yours too! You think we're murderers well we'll prove it right now!" the fat man bellowed and hit the bars with his friends.


Without proof, you'll never catch me.