Tw: gore/descriptions of death

William Andrew Solace was having a great day. The sun was shining, his coffee was hot, and he had no injuries so far apart from the bruises on his fingers from strumming the guitar too hard while trying to work a case. It was a great day and he wasn't going to let anything convince him otherwise.

He entered the precinct which was buzzing with energy and greeted  Annabeth and Percy, the two lovebirds who were huddled over the desk.

"Tough case?" He asked, as he put his bag and coffee down on the desk next to them.

"Uhhuh" Percy answered absentmindedly.

Will leaned over and saw Annabeth's laptop propped open. On the screen were videos of puppies jumping over obstacles.

"Seems SUPER tough guys, good luck" He whispered sarcastically, rolling his eyes good naturedly.

Annabeth swatted at his head and he ducked just in time.

Thank the gods for his training reflexes.

He rummaged around in his bag for a bit before letting out a curse.

Piper raised an eyebrow at him from the kitchen area where she was nursing a hot cup of coffee.

"Something wrong, Will?"

"I was supposed to interrogate this guy today but I left my file with Chiron, do you guys have a copy?"

Piper nodded her head at Leo's desk. "Think he does."

He thanked her and grabbed the first file he saw on the desk, glancing at the clock.  He was already late and had a meeting to attend in an hour.

Maybe today wouldn't be a great day after all.

———

The figure in the room was sitting comfortably, or as comfortable as you can in a foldable chair, picking at his nails which were dyed black.

He had looked up when Will had entered and Will was immediately entranced in his chocolate brown eyes that he could just drown into.

He shook himself out of his stupor and held out an inviting hand.

"Detective Will Solace" he said, offering a friendly smile as he placed a thick file on the table and drew a chair opposite the raven haired boy.

Raven haired grumbled out a noncommittal response and continued picking at his nails, ignoring Will's extended hand.

This was going to be totally fine.

He grinned again because he wasn't going to make this awkward, and opened the file.

He scanned it quickly, going over the details and then flicked to the back pages where Leo had put the pictures taken from the crime scene.

He withdrew the pictures with as much gusto as possible and slammed it onto the table just like those FBI guys in movies did.

It ended up hurting his hand considerably but he told himself that sacrifices were necessary to make him look cool.

Raven haired (Will refused to call him the name in the file since he decided nicknames were fun) looked amused. Which was a good look on him.

It quickly faded after the looked at the pictures, holding back a gag.

Will couldn't blame him...or could he?

He had had the same reaction when he first looked at them. (Meaning he spent the next five minutes vomiting into the trash can but specifics were not important.)

Each picture was more vomit inducing than the last and the scenes were laid out in a gruesome fashion with body parts strewn across a nondescript hotel room.

There was a limb hanging on the chandelier, an entire torso draped across the sofa, intestines in the sink, you get the idea.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Raven haired all but screamed, pushing himself away from the table as if running away from the pictures.

Will's brow furrowed. He had to admit that Raven haired was an amazing actor.

"Don't act stupid" he chided "we've all but got you. You've left prints all over the room. All we need is a confession and you'll be put away for life."

Raven haired got up from his chair and moved away from Will. "There's been some misunderstanding."

"Hey calm down," Will advised. "Why don't you make this easy for both of us and just confess, Mr. Ugliano? It'll save me a lot of time."

"Wait wait wait hold up. What did you just call me?"

Will hesitated. "Mr. Ugliano?" He phrased as a question. Then it suddenly hit him.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry. Do you use other pronouns?? Like Ms or Mrs or Mx or something else? Even if you're a disgusting phycopathic murderer doesn't mean we should neglect pronouns completely. Gods, I'm so stupid. Let's start over shall we?"

Will cleared his throat. "Hi, I'm detective Will Solace. I identify as a guy and I use he/him pronouns."
He grinned. "Your turn"

Raven haired grinned as well and oh was it beautiful. "My name is Nico di Angelo. I identify as a guy as well and I use he/him too. Also, I think you're in the wrong room dude."

Will was stunned for a moment and then confuzzled. A combination of confused and puzzled which was the worst kind of combination.

"What!?"

"You were going to interrogate Gabe Ugliano right?" Nico asked cautiously "The serial killer on the news?"

Will nodded slowly.

"Yeah, they dragged him in kicking and screaming to the room next to ours." Nico jerked a finger behind him. "Could hear him cursing all the way." 

Will paused and started spluttering.

"Howdoiknowyourenotlyingrightnow?" He managed to blurt out.

Nico (who might be Gabe) rolled his eyes and reached into his pocket.

Will stiffened as his mind raced with images of a gun being produced, but instead, Raven haired placed an ID card on the table and leaned back on his chair cockily.

He inspected it quickly and he reddened as he realized Nico was telling the truth and he was acting like a dumbass for the whole time.

"Satisfied?" Nico asked looking adoringly at him.

Will handed the card back and mumbled his apologies, trying to regain his composure.

He gathered up the files and stood abruptly making to leave before he could embarrass himself further. Before he could make it very far, curiosity took the best of him and he turned back.

"What're you here for?" He asked, trying not to sound stalkerish but probably failing.

Nico grinned. "I lure cute guys out on dates and then gut them inside their cars."

Will tripped over his own feet. And he was not even walking.

Nico let loose a small angelic laugh.

"Just giving a statement." He confessed. "Was a witness to a hit and run."

Will contemplated his next words carefully.

"I might take you up on that date offer." Will said slowly, looking up to try to decipher Nico's reaction.

Nico raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?" He asked.

"Yeah" Will replied, feeling confident. "Might have to skip the gutting part though."

Nico laughed again. Twice in 5 minutes. HOORAY.

"No promises." He replied.

As Will skipped out of the room like a teenage schoolgirl, he couldn't help thinking that today was a great day after all.

And then he promptly tripped over the stairs and sprained his ankle.