We All Bleed

Leave Me Alone

3rd Person

*One Month Later*

Conan got out of the taxi and stood in the pouring rain. Another murder had happened. Apparently, it was very similar to Madeline Stark's. No weapon, no trace of a killer. There was nothing but a dead body with a strange marking on the forehead.

Conan knocked on the front door to Gavin's house. There was no answer. He rang the doorbell.

"Detective Reed?!" Conan called.

Conan turned the doorknob and was shocked that it opened. On the other side of the door was Gavin Reed. He looked far too happy to be seeing Conan.

"Niiiiinneesss!" Gavin slurred. "S' good ta see ya!"

Conan analyzed Gavin and realized he was drunk, very drunk.

"Detective Reed, are you alright?" Conan asked.

"Ne-never better!" Gavin hiccuped. "Come on in!"

Although Gavin being seemingly nice was a good change, it didn't get rid of the fact that Gavin was drunk. Conan wasn't overly fond of the idea that Gavin was only nice when drunk.

Conan walked into the house and messaged Captain Fowler that Gavin was in no state to work. Then, he messaged Connor and Hank to ask for advice. Hank said to smack the shit out of Gavin or throw him into the shower. Connor said to make him drink lots of water and splash a little cold water into his face.

Conan looked over to Gavin, who was cooing to a tuxedo cat that had a very impressive mustache pattern on his face. Gavin kept insisting the cat was very sweet and kept muttering something about extra cuddles. Conan almost smiled. Almost. He didn't feel emotions, he told himself. There was no need to smile.

Conan looked around Gavin's small house and saw a few other things. A cat tree with a second cat resting in it, four automatic feeders full of cat food, a filled bookshelf was in the corner, there were a couple of pictures hung on the light gray walls, there was a couch and a coffee table set in front of a TV (which was playing a show called "Spongebob Squarepants" Conan realized), and there was a large fluffy gray rug under the couch. Close to the bookshelf there was a hallway with a set of stairs shoved to the side. From where he was standing, Conan could sort of see into the kitchen. He couldn't see much besides the normal appliances. All in all, he was impressed with how nice Gavin's house actually was. If he was being honest, he had assumed Gavin lived in a literal dumpster with raccoons.

Conan looked at the drunk detective, who now had a third cat by him. The tuxedo was was still in front of him, the orange tabby cat was still in the cat tree, but now a sphynx cat had silently made it's appearance by laying on Gavin's back.

"How many cats do you have, detective?" Conan asked

"Four," Gavin said, still smiling. "Ed's in the tree, sphynx 's Elijah, th-there's a munchkin named Abyss," Gavin then proceeded to break out into a fit of hiccups and giggles. "And this lil g-*hic* girl is Yosemite Sam." Gavin drug out the "m" on same, which then turned into more giggles.

As much as Conan would've liked to listen to Gavin go on and on about his four fur babies, he knew he had to make Gavin sober up.

Conan sighed and bent down to scoop up Elijah off of Gavin's back. The cat started purring as Conan carried it over to the cat tree with Ed. Then, he walked back over to Gavin and helped him up.

Conan scanned around again, looking for any sign of a bathroom. Conan held onto Gavin's arm to guide him. He wasn't sure where it was so he just started walking upstairs, hoping that Gavin's bedroom had a bathroom attached to it.