Adventures in Homeownership with Sunny Skies and Dusky Sparks: Dragnet
This is the city, Manehatten, Equestria. It’s a decent enough place, filled with decent enough ponies. But not everypony is decent. Someponies think they can take whatever they want. That’s where I come in. I carry a badge.
It was a Thursday, warm; the flower gardens just starting to show some real color. We were working day shift out of the larceny division. My partner was Chill Cannon, my name’s Friday.
We got the call late in the afternoon, more toward evening. A house in the Crescent Terrace suburb, west of the city, had been robbed. It was odd that we were being sent out there. Normally, my partner and I stick within the city limits, but we go where we are needed.
By the time we had arrived, the techs were just finishing up, the sun near the horizon.
I knew the case would be an odd one the moment I laid eyes on the house and it’s owners.
The house was a cottage. The owners were a couple, white pegasus mare with a soft pink mane and a sun cutie mark and a dark purple unicorn mare with a lighter violet mane and six white stars for her cutie mark. There was something oddly familiar about them, but I couldn’t put my hoof on it.
The responding officer met us at the gate. He was flummoxed. Apparently one of the victims was causing a bit of a stir with the crime scene techs.
He informed us that it was a standard smash and grab, probably only lasted five minutes. Looked as though there were two perps. They entered through the front door, kicking the door in and breaking the jamb. From there they ran through the house, grabbing anything that looked valuable, filling their saddlebags before leaving.
Without witnesses, there wasn’t much we would likely be able to do but wait until they tried to move the goods. In order to do that, we needed to know what was taken. Approaching the house, we were met by the two techs and the owners.
The unicorn, one Mrs. Dusky Sparks, was trying to speak with the techs, held back only by her wife, Mrs. Sunny Skies.
“Good evening ma'ams,” I said as I approached, garnering their attention. “My name is Sergeant Friday. This is my partner, Officer Cannon. Do you mind if we ask you some questions?”
“Of course, Sergeant,” said the pegasus, motioning for us to step back, away from the techs, pulling her wife along with her.
I noted how little they appeared to be distressed by the situation. Most ponies did not react so well. Mrs. Skies was calm and collected, seemingly at ease with the entire situation. By contrast, Mrs. Sparks was energetic, almost manic, I soon learned why.
“Now,” I started, “which one of you arrived first.”
“That would be me,” replied the unicorn. She then produced a scroll, presenting it to me in her magic field. “I’ve got an entire report written down of exactly what happened.”
I blinked at that, having never seen something quite like it before. Opening the scroll, I scanned its contents. It had everything, even timestamps down to the exact second. I passed the scroll to Cannon to look at. Before I could speak, she continued.
“If you’d like, I know quite a few spells that could probably help catch them. I—”
“That won’t be necessary, ma'am. Our boys know what they’re doing.”
“But I—”
Here, Sunny interrupted. “Honey,” was all she said, giving Mrs. Sparks a hard look which cowed her.
“We’ll be canvassing the neighborhood to see if anypony saw—”
Another scroll appeared. “I already did that. Two stallions were noted on the premises by our neighbors across the way. I couldn’t get a detailed description…”
I only half listened to her as I scanned the second scroll. Everything she was saying was presented in more detail there, anyway.
“We appreciate your assistance, ma'am, but you should really let us do our jobs.” She seemed to take that a little hard, but the truth was that we would have to verify all of the information either way and her interference could cause as much damage as it helped. “Do you think you can provide us with a list of—”
A third scroll, of course.
“Yes. Everything they took is here, along with the resonances matrices for a few of the more expensive items. If you give me a few days I can probably work up another list of likely places where they would try to sell them.”
“Have you considered a career as a police officer?”
...Mama?
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Hehe... oops
5143724 The Villain Autocorrect strikes again.
Twil... ahemm, Dusky strikes again
Dusky Sparks, the extremely intelligent but annoying police consultant, with her practical but exasperated sidekick, Sunny Skies. Together, they fight crime
Ha! I need more of this.
Brilliant job, criminals. Break into the house owned by the single most neurotic creature ever born on Equestrian soil.
Oh bloody hell, if they let her keep going much longer she'd likely b able to tell exactly the size and weight of the intruders along with their races and possibly even personality records. I think she just sees this as a chance to finally do SOMETHING.
LOL LOVE IT so douse this mean that twilight will be getting a job now
5143905 and a disguised alicorn to boot
The Pony's name is Friday.
and Twi
I think the tense is incorrect.
Realy, realy love this fic.
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It's the narrator's fault....
It's funny, because my major is Criminal Justice. At least, that's why I assume you made this chapter.
Just for me, of course.
GO SPARKLE.
Detective Twilight Sparkle...I like it.
5145025 Is it the narrator's fault that velvet becomes a color instead of a texture, or was he actually touching Twilight's hair?
I do like the cop idea.
If only you could fav a fic more than once
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Dusky Sparks, consulting detective. "The game's ahoof, Sunny!"
Well, it can't get any better than this. ...And I stand corrected.
Okay, Twilight is now going to be a cop. After what happened before, there is no way even Celestia can talk her out of doing this. This is going to be good.
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I did write velvet didn't I... totally meant violet.
5146806 Part of me is intrigued by the idea of her hair taking on a somewhat velvety sheen to it because reasons or magic or whatever.
You know, when it's all brushed really really straight and that slight curve it has leaves it hanging in a uniform sheet in just the right lighting?
Maybe because a certain mare has a fondness for brushie brushies.
Awesome!
This chapter.. i like it.
*sounds like a mug hitting the floor*
ANOTHER!
DO IT!
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Dusky Sparks, as a consulting detective, would keep herself marvelously busy…
…right up until she decides to go proactive, and uses Pinkie Pie and two of her mirror-pool clones to develop pre-crime detection.
I'm just sayin'.
Dragnet Bumped this off my read later list to my favorite list... I am more surprised that Twilight does not have a tracking enchantment cast on all their belongings for just such a situation. Although Twilight Detective is kind of a given... Love it though, keep going!
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ok I will say I am impressed this is funny and vary well written and a vary nice slice of life.
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I think that's more Star Kicker's thing: Trackers on her stuff, trackers on her family, trackers on her marefriend, trackers on her....
You know I don't think Dusky needs any more of a confidence boost, considering how she and Sunny.... enjoy themselves.
Sunny's going to like it though.
YES. I think Twi has found her niche.
As Monk. Or Sherlock Holmes. Or.. Ooh, maybe Poirot. Tia can be her Miss Marple.
Yay!! Loved it!!
i know i commented on this chapter before and i am sorry to bug you i was just wondering if by any chance you know when you might post next chapter i understand that life can get in the way and i don't want to rash you or anything i just asking if you don't know that is okay and take your time on making a grate chapter happy holiday
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Wow, I definitely appreciate your enthusiasm for my story. However, this isn't exactly what I would call a continuous work. There is no particular direction, plan, or goal. It's just bits of story that use the same base premise. As such, I don't really 'work' on it, so much as add to it when insperation strikes. That is to say, the next chapter will happen when it happens, which is as likely to be in the next half-hour as it is to never happen at all. Sorry.
5386999 that is okay i understand and thank you for letting me know