The Maze Runner Imagines: Newt (Thomas Brodie Sangster) Book 2

PI Y/n

I sauntered down Penny Lane, my black Hell's mirror kitten heels clanking violently against the cracked and broken paths that lined the poorly painted penny lane streets. The flickering of the street lamps was almost enough to strain my eyes, The early sun hidden by the morning mist that loomed over every inch of the world in front of me. A few plumes of smoke rising from the odd chimney above the little houses that line penny lane, as well as a lit window here and there for the few awake at this hour. I turned at the meeting of penny lane and wallows way heading down the much more populated street of wallows way. Seeing a car of two heading in their various ways to get wherever it was they themselves were going, their lights bringing an odd artificial glow to the street. The sweet melody of the engines, the music playing from the little shops, the hum of the lights on the wallows way theatre sign as I saw a familiar sight at the top of the ladder putting on the little letters to spell out this week's shows.

"What's the story, Fry?"

He jumped a moment turning to me with a smile before he almost jumped down to the street level cleaning his hands off on the grey rag that so often hung from his overalls pocket, I adored Fry in that friendly little boy kinda way, his grey and blue tattered clothes in need to some repairs, his hair cut to barely anything at all, sweat across his dark chocolate skin from the busy work of his morning so far "Morning Ms' Y/n" He smiled to me with a tip of his hat "Beautiful one today"

"It should be when the mist goes in, any new's back?" I asked him

"Here, have a nice day" He smiled handing me the paper from his pocket and going back up his ladder

"You be careful up there you hear me" I laughed before tucking the paper under my arm and heading the rest of the way down wallows way crossing over the painted lines to corsia dei morti doing my best to avoid a puddle or two left on the path from last nights rains. I turned to spot the little place I knew so well number twenty-six, I stepped up the little stone steps pausing a moment at the grey half rusted post boxes I grabbed the ones for twenty-six B as well as A pushing open the glass door with sweet gold paint most of it flaking off and broken I stepped inside and immediately saw the light on inside A the tall glass doors with the sweet name 'Teresa's Coffee and Tea' written so sweetly on the glass, I smiled going over opening the door and instantly hearing the record spinning away in the corner, the chairs all up on the tables, the little bar empty with a few glasses and plates across it, the lights on low. Teresa stood sweeping the floor a little spring in her step as she slightly danced to the music in her little red dress, her red flower hair comb sat perfectly in her fiery hair, her little white tennis shoes dancing with her broom on the wooden floor, freckles across her face hidden slightly by her smile she looked up as she saw me and she giggled

"y/n!" she smiled taking my hand and giving me a little spin across the shop floor to the bar "I've missed you"

"I missed you too Teresa" I smiled putting my things on a barstool and taking her broom from her so we could have a little dance until we both jumped as we heard a record scratch and stop we both turned and saw at the record player a very unhappy looking Thomas barefoot, jeans to his waist an old cotton button-down loose off his body, his dark almost black hair a mess a little dryed drool on his cheek he looked unamused turning the music off

"Girls. I am trying to rest of this fucking hangover" He sighed

"Sorry Thomas" I laughed

"Sorry, darling" she smiled he went back and sat behind the bar making himself a coffee so I went and sat at a stool as Teresa finished up "You know how you wouldn't have such a bad hangover Thomas?" Teresa asked him as she came around putting her little apron on to finish making him his coffee "Don't drink so much" she smiled pinching his cheek

"Yeah yeah" He battered her off taking his coffee

"Drink y/n?"

"No thanks, here," I said handing her the post from the box she took a glance then handed most of them to Thomas

"So what's new with you?"

"Newman's done, and paid-up so rents sorted for this month" I explained

"Aww it's all so exciting up there" she sighed "why don't we get excitement anymore Thomas?"

"We have excitement, just last week I took you to see that film didn't I?" he argues knifing and flipping through the post

"Any messages?" I asked

"Ohh yes a boy came around earlier asking for you but I said you were here, he said he'd pop around and do some bits and bobs and be back in a bit" she explained "and a parcel came for you, I'll go" she smiled hurrying into the back room to look for the parcel

"What's the news Thomas?"

"Bills, bills and more bills" He says "Nothing out the ordinary sal"

I rolled my eyes a little looking at the bar a moment "You taking care of her?"

"Course I am" He laughs

I chuckled a little going into my jacket pocket getting my little purse counting out a few bucks folding them up and tucking them into his shirt pocket "Take her to the wine bar up on Marley street she needs a day out" I smiled with a wink

"Alright" He nods "Can I have a hint?"

"I don't think you need a hint"

"You'd be surprised how many hints I need" he sighed

"Red with striped," I said

"On sixteenth?"

"Yep"

"Yeah, thought so"

"Here we are!" Teresa smiled bringing me a box over I smiled taking it from her

"I'll leave you too, you have work to do," I said getting up and heading out again I climbed the little wooden stairs up and to my usual frosted glass door, unlocked it and headed inside to my office the blinds pulled and dust across the office. I put my post on the desk and went opening my blinds letting the misty light cascade in, I dushed off my desk from the layer of dust that had gathered there making myself a cup of tea. I took it to my desk sitting down and opening my mail sorting it into the various things I needed it to be in, getting my parcel open and putting the little box of ammo into my drawer. I started working on sending things out to the various people watching the clock on my wall spin around and around until I heard a little tap on my door I looked up and saw an outline of a figure in the glass.

"Come in" I said putting my work away,

The door creaked opened and in popped a fluffy blonde head, I took in everything about him as I often did. He stood nervously in my doorway seeming to hide protectively behind the door he had fluffy blonde hair with dark roots and highlights, he had a youthful face with chocolate eyes, he had a grey unpressed shirt, a blue tattered old undone waistcoat with a cigarette box in his top breast pocket he had baggy blue jeans and some little sneaker style shoes a little watch on his wrist he saw me and had a little blush in his cheeks.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for the private investigator"

"Yeah come on in" I said