~Try to Detect My Love: Unmasked (Quackbur)~

Wilbur's POV: 

It was raining. It was like the sky was crying. Q and I were on our way to New York.

We had just gotten news yesterday that a next dead body was found, decapitated. But that's not all. It was found at C's house. Yep, Agent C. Found dead. Or that's what we think. The body looked like his. But his head was missing. Completely gone from the scene. It also didn't look like the murder happened at his house. That's what Q said anyway.

Q was distraught. Him and C seemed really close.

I was really upset. C was practically my best friend while I was in custody at the base.

After we discussed the murder file, we didn't talk. We couldn't. Q was muttering to himself in his office while I just slept, it was all I felt like doing. Then we went on the plane.

It was pouring rain as I watched the tiny droplets fall and splatter on the small plane window. It was calming. I needed calm. I glanced at Q. He was staring vacantly at a random book. The cover was made of brown leather. It looked frequently used even though I never saw him read it. Weird.

We landed safely in the private airport. It was hushed and quiet.

We walked with a slow pace to the airport building, the rain drops beating our heads and  shoulders. Q didn't bother to put the handcuffs on me. I think he didn't notice. I didn't move from his side anyway.

Q suddenly stopped walking. I looked back at him. He was looking at a small picnic area. It looked like a cute fairy garden. I sighed. The small beads of rain trickled down our faces like tear drops. Or maybe Q was crying. We both walked into the abandoned garden.

Loads of pink shining flowers were blooming out of the bushes. They looked vibrant compared to the gray skies and our dark mood. I picked two blossoms. I gave one to Q. The flower was freckled with small red dots. It had slight tints of purple and magenta at the edges of the petals. Q looked kind of shocked, but he took the flower. The look in his eyes told me he was thanking me mentally.

The other flower was for C. I went to a pretty spot next to a small tree and dug a tiny hole. I laid the flower inside. I knelt down next to the tree, feeling the rain hit hard against my back. I felt Q stand next to me. He was humming a slow song. It sounded like a funeral song. My eyes pricked with tears.

I started to cover the already wilting flower with dirt, filling the whole. My heart hurt. Even if we couldn't go to his real funeral, at least we could celebrate his life here. He would've liked that.

I heard Q whimper. This had to hurt him more than me. I stood up. I put my hand behind his back.

"We should go."

Q nodded. He held on the pink flower tightly. I smiled sadly.

We walked inside the building, sudden bitter coldness hitting us both like a brick. We were drenched. Soaking wet.

And the only thing bright in that scene was the drooping rosy bloom, dripping with rain water

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A/N: this is a really sad chapter... I promise the next one will be a bit more happy! (And by happy, I mean bloody :D)

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