(A/N:) WARNING: angst lol
If you want smut/fluff you gotta let me know cause ALL I've been writing is angsty shit lately so XD
Minicat was requested by the lovely YouTubbs4884 <3
ANywAYs- LeTS dO tHIs
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Tyler's POV:

I sat behind my desk, rolling my chair back and forth around my small work space out of boredom. A buzzing in my pocket grabbed my attention and I scrabbled to fish out my cellphone. The caller ID read 'Minilude <3' and I smiled, swiping the answer button and bringing the phone to my ear. "Hey, babe," I said, resting my elbows atop my desk.

Craig laughed slightly, "Hi, Tyler, I was just calling to ask what you wanted from the grocery store."

I leaned back in my seat, pondering this for a second, "how about cake?" I spun around slightly.

"Just cake?" Craig questioned with a chuckle. "We need to have an actual dinner, you silly, silly man." He said, making me smile slightly.

"Then just pick out whatever you'd like." I stated, switching my phone over from one ear to the other.

"Okay," he replied with satisfaction, "So, pizza it is then?"

"Pizza it is." I agreed with a laugh.

"Alright, see ya when you get home."

"Okay, love you, bye," I brought the phone down and hung up, smiling happily to myself as I thought about a warm, cheesy pizza and an equally warm and cheesy Craig.

"What have I told you about personal calls while on the job," the deep, and slightly irritated, voice of my supervisor bellowed from behind me. I swiveled my chair to look at him.

"But, I'm not even doing anything," I whined, putting my feet up on the desk.

He walked over and pushed my feet off the table, "then, I'll give you something to do. From now until nine, you'll be on patrol." He said, "and don't forget to check in with me before you head out for the night."

"I'll be late for pizza and chill!" I groaned, standing up and straightening the shiney gold badge that rested upon my chest.

"Is that my problem?" He asked rhetorically before walking back to his office and shutting the door loudly. With a sigh, I walked to the back hall and retrieved the squad car keys before heading out the back door to the dimly lit lot where several black cars lied in wait, ready to be taken for a drive. I walked to the far left car, unlocking it and getting in. Nothing about this was my idea of fun. As great as patrol may sound, it's not. It's nothing but long, drug out hours of driving around empty streets with little to no activity. I started the engine and drove off, turning onto the main road that ran in front of the station. As I drove, my mind started to drift slightly, thoughts of Craig buzzing around in my head. I smiled as I thought of me returning home to find him asleep on the couch. I probably should let him know that I'd be late and that he should put dinner in the fridge. I was really looking forward to spending time with him tonight (if you know what I mean). I could've really used the stress reliever.

Traffic lights overhead turned red and I stopped, looking around the eerily empty intersection. Looking at the small, yet oddly bright digital numbers on the radio, I realized that I'd been driving for nearly 30 minutes already. 'That was fast...' I thought. I guess that I really just wanted to return back to Craig as soon as possible. It was almost as if my whole body wanted to be near him. It was weird actually, like a magnet within. My fingers started to tingle and my heart was beating. Suddenly, it stopped and the light went green. I drove forward and glanced around through the windows, trying to spot any suspicious people that could be lurking below the dim lights of the streetlamps. I couldn't shake this uneasy feeling that reverberated in my core. I pulled to the side of the road and got out my phone, pulling up my text messages.

'I'll be late for dinner tonight, big mean boss man put me on patrol.' I typed and pressed send.
'I'll be home by 9, luv u and dont forget to put the pizza in the fridge.'

I waited to see if he'd respond and it showed that he was typing but, then the small ellipses vanished and no message came through. Was Craig mad at me for being late? With a sigh, I put my phone back into my pocket and pulled away from the curb, continuing my boring drive down the neverending city streets.

Just as I was about to zone out again, a low static came through the radio. "Officer Wilde?"

I recognized the voice as one of my fellow officers that happened to be one of the last left at the station for tonight. I quickly pick up the small radio and hold down the button, "yes?"

"We have reports of a possible homicide in the lower east part of town, if you're in the area maybe you should go investigate. Officer Brandt is already on his way there."

I smirked, 'finally! Some action!' I thought and nodded as I replied, "sure, I'll head there now. What's the address?"

He started to list off the address and to my surprise, it belonged to a house in my neighborhood. I knew this because I'd seen the numbers several times before. I wanted to believe that I was wrong, I mean, Craig and I had just moved here after I got transferred to this station from my old one but, I couldn't shake the feeling that it was very close to home. I knew Craig had a problem with forgetting to lock the doors and I instantly felt worried knowing that there was a murderer on the loose.

"Hey, uh, Tyler? You good?" the voice through the radio asked, snapping me from my thoughts.

"Oh, yeah...I'm going right now." I say and hang up the radio. Turning on my sirens, I start to speed to the address, tearing around a corner at an ungodly 50 mph. I soon found myself at the end of my street and I slowed down, looking for the address. N9143, N9144, N9145... I was drawing nearer and nearer. Further down the road, I spotted two familiar looking squad cars parked to the side of the road.

My heart instantly sunk.

I now knew why that address seemed so familiar...

It's because it belonged to my house....

I pulled up to the curb and and parked the car, hastily getting out, not even bothering to close the door behind me. Standing on the front walk was Officer Brandt. His eyes landed on me and I could see his face fall. His eyes were filled with remorse and hurt. "Tyler," he said as I stormed up the walk, fear and anger boiling in my gut. I didn't want to believe it...I couldn't. "Wait, Tyler!" Brandt put up his arms, trying to get me to stop. He gripped my arm and I yanked it away.

"Let go of me!" I spat angrily, pushing past him. Quickly, I sprinted up the front steps and barged in through the already open front door. I saw yellow caution tape flutter through the open arch way of the kitchen and suddenly realization struck me. I knew what I'd likely see if I went any further but, I needed to know for sure. Hesitantly stepping past the caution tape, I looked to my left... nothing. Slowly, I turned to look behind me and there, lying on his stomach on the kitchen floor was Craig. Crimson blood pooled around an open wound in his back and spread over the bright white linoleum floor. His arm was outstretched toward his phone that lay not inches from his still hand as if he was reaching out for help but, couldn't quite make it. I fell to my knees, tears stinging my eyes as I sobbed. My chest was tight and my body felt hollow, that gravitational pull I felt before was gone and I realized that I had felt the moment when Craig died. It's like a piece of me had left my body. It hurt so, so much. I didn't even want to think about what sort of pain and fear he felt in those last moment. It devastated me to know that I wasn't there to protect him. It hurt knowing that he was gone forever and there was nothing I could do to bring him back. My heart ached uncontrollably. I moved to his side, my shaky hands reaching out to him. I carefully lifted him into my arms, looking down through my blurred vision at his dead, pale face. I gripped his cold, stiff hand in mine, his ring catching on my ring. "I'm so sorry...." I wheezed through heavy sobs. "I-I wasn't here..." Hot tears streamed down my cheeks, falling onto his ghastly pallor. I hugged his heavy, lifeless body close to mine, rocking slightly as I held tight to him as if maybe not letting go would make him come back. I knew all too well, however, that it was too late.
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(A/N:) How do you feel? How are you? Is you good? No? Okay.

ANyway, next thing is probs a fluffy Daithidecalibre so ye

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