Will woke up with a massive hangover, his head throbbing unapologetically.

For some reason, he couldn't recall anything at all from last night. He couldn't even remember what he drank or how he had turned up in Nico's bed and in his work suit no less.

Will didn't normally drink but he would indulge himself from time to time. He couldn't remember the last time he had drank this much though.

He tried to get up but a wave of nausea rolled over him and he flopped back down onto the soft mattress.

He groaned and reached a hand upwards to try to massage away his headache.

Instead, his hand made contact with a hard object.

Rubbing his eyes, he raised his head slightly and looked at it wearily, figuring that it must've been his phone or something.

It turned out to be a gun.

"SHIT." He shouted, scrambling backwards and falling into someone who was apparently lying next to him.

His boyfriend, Nico di Angelo, raised his head slightly and turned towards Will.

"Whattimeizzit" he muttered drowsily.

Will opened his mouth to answer but his reply was drowned out when his eyes fell on another anomaly in the room.

A dead body.

With a gunshot wound in his forehead, and a bullet embedded in it. A bullet that was most likely one shot by the gun beside his head.

Holy mothercracking shit balls.

Nico followed Will's gaze and all traces of sleep left from his face.

Will's doctor reflexes took over, even though his head made him want to crawl down and die.

He carefully approached the body, and felt for a pulse even if he already knew the answer.

There was none.

"Shit." He breathed again.

Nico was staring at the gun in the bed.

"Will... where did this come from?"

Will stood up shakily, "I don't know" he answered truthfully. "I don't remember anything that happened last night."

Nico stiffened.

"Did you kill them, Will?"

Will recoiled, repulsed that Nico would even suggest such a thing.

"I don't who they are or how they got in here. I don't even have a gun Nico," he tried to keep his voice as even as possible as Nico moved away from him to stare out the window. "Even if I did, you know I would never kill anyone."

Nico sighed softly. "I do know, but they don't."

Will went to Nico's side to see who he was talking about and received a shock to his system when he saw three police cars tearing down the lane.

"How did they know to come here!???" Will asked, panicking sLiGhTlY. "NICO, YOU KNOW HOW THIS SEEMS RIGHT?"

Nico now sprang into action just as the cars pulled up outside Nico's apartment.

"Will, you have to go hide in the closet. Take the gun and stay there until the police leave."

Will stared at Nico as if he had gone crazy. "What the fuck?? Then they'll think I killed that person."

"They already do" Nico answered grimly.

Thunderous sounds of footsteps came pounding up the stairs and Will was painfully reminded of the headache he still had.

A wave of dizziness went over him once more and he thought best to comply.

He grabbed the gun and retreated into the cabinet.

The last image before he was left alone in the darkness was Nico's back retreating out of the room to greet the police officers.

His breath hitched in his throat as the police entered the room, Nico's muffled voice was deep in conversation with another unknown person.

Their footsteps drew closer and closer until they stopped. Nico promptly asked "do you have to search the place?"

Will stiffened. Why would Nico sell him out like that?

The offices said something else that was lost to Will and their footsteps panned out around the room.
Will was trapped in the closet, (queer pun?) and just as expected, the lights suddenly came flooding in and he was face to face with three people in police uniforms.

He hadn't realized he was still holding the gun and quickly dropped it.

"This isn't what it looks like." He hurriedly tried to explain.

Half an hour later, he was sitting inside the interrogation room (hmm sound familiar?)

"Right, so, Mr. Solace, let's go through this again shall we?" The guy cleared his throat. "The victim's name was Magnus Chase, he died at approximately 11 in the night from a gunshot wound from the gun which only had your fingerprints on it. In the morning at 5:58, Mr. di Angelo phoned the police to tell them that there was a dead body in his house and that you, his boyfriend, who were spending the night over had disappeared. That seems like plenty of incriminating evidence already."

"I'm telling you, I didn't kill him. I don't remember anything that happened last night at all." Will said exasperatedly, trying to recall when Nico had called the police.

The officer merely nodded politely. "You don't know how many times that line has been used." 

"No! you're not listening. I woke up this morning hungover next to my boyfriend and we just found the body there and the gun next to me, I swear I did not kill him. My prints were only on that gun because Nico told me to-" he trailed off.

"Fuck" he exclaimed. He had finally figured it out.

"It was you wasnt it?" He asked, as the figure opposite him took a seat.

Nico shrugged coyly and smiled, putting both his feet on the table.

Will would've reached out and strangled him if not for the Handcuffs securing his hands to the table.

"It was easy." Nico confessed with a cocky smile.

"All I had to do was slip you a little something in your drink and you were knocked out like that." He snapped his fingers, the sound vibrating around the room. "And then all I did next was invite Magnus to my home, and then shoot him. I had gloves on of course but they're already disposed. When I knew the effects on you were wearing off, I phoned the police, then pretended to go to sleep and wait for you to wake. I barely had to waste time convincing you to hide in the closet with the gun. Thanks for making it easier for me by the way."

Will gritted his teeth together (tsk tsk tsk unhealthy) and clenched his hands into fists.

"I trusted you, Nico. I loved you."

Nico smiled and Will flinched. "Too late for that now love, have fun in prison."

Nico stood to get up but Will grabbed his arm to prevent him from going anywhere further.

"They'll know the truth you know? They're going to get you."

Nico laughed. "So, it's your word, a highly intoxicated guy who barely remembered anything and who was found with a shit load of drugs in his system against a perfectly sober well respected member of the economy?"

Nico grinned from ear to ear.

"You forget, William, how much power my dad has over the law industry."

Will cursed under his breath. Nico's father was one of the people in the high Supreme Court. It was hopeless.

Nico leaned over and pressed a kiss to Will's forehead.

Will drew back and tried to put as much distance between them as possible.

"You're a fucking psychopath."

Nico pondered that for a moment and then beamed. "Thank you."

"Fuck you." Will spat putting as much anger in those two words as he could muster.

"Oh, but I already did."

And he was gone.