//------------------------------// // Case of the Golden Tea Pot part 1 // Story: The cases of Mystery Mare // by Mystery Mare42 //------------------------------// It was another day in my office. I had to do some cleaning of everything since I have been working a lot lately. I haven’t had no time to clean it and I haven’t felt like asking my butler to do it. I had just finish dusting one of the bookshelves when a dashing brown unicorn entered. My door was always open so I expected a case. I lead him to my office and I sit behind my desk. He took a seat in the chair across and spoke as I set up my typewriter. “You see, a golden teapot was recently stolen from a friend's house. I need help from someone to find it. I'll pay well.” “hmm I see. Who is this friend?” I ask as I started to type. He's called Dark Blade, but I call him Pitchy. However, I think it would be better if he didn't know our involvement on the case.” He said calmly. I raised my eyebrow at the last part,finding it interesting that the stallion didn’t want this Mr. Dark Blade to know. I decided to ask why he would not want this. “Why is that?” “I don't know what are we going against, and I don't want him to get in danger. “ He tells me and I nodded. “I see. Why would somepony steal the teapot?” I asked as I typed. “Well, it's golden. That's a start.” The stallion tells me. I looked up from the typewriter “what else?” “It also has engravings. It was made by a famous jeweler, I think.” He adds as the sound of my typing played again. I nodded as he continued. “Definitely something one would want to steal. Anyways, I have some suspicions on who it was…” “Who may that be? “ I asked. “An unicorn by the name of Cinnamon Heart, he's a long-time rival of ours.” The stallion answered quickly. A question rose to my head as quickly as he answered. “Why are you rivals.” “Different ways of seeing life. We believe on the common good, while he only cares about self-gain.” He said simply. “I see. So where was this pot stolen from?” I said as I asked my next question. :His house, on Monday night. He keeps it inside a vault.” He replied. “I see.” Hearing that made me wonder who could have the code for the vault. He nods. “I can even tell you the exact place if we get there.” I liked the idea of heading to the scene very much. “Then lets go sir” “Not now... he's probably at home. Plus, we'd be seen as robbers, ourselves.” He tells me before I have the chance to rise up from my desk. “Tonight, at 2 AM. Okay?” “Got it sir” I replied wondering why at this time. Would his friend be out or would he be asleep. He hands me a map telling me to be there. I told him I would and with a smile, he left and only after he left did I realize I had no clue what his name was. That night I pack up my red saddlebags as I always do once I get a case. I set in my crime scene tool box in there. I don’t bring it often but I figured this may come in handy. I look up at the clock, it was eight and with me getting up to be there at two in the morning I would need the sleep. I whistle for my cat and she curls up by my feet. Hours later I awoke and silently get out of bed and head down the stairs. Once I closed the door behind me, I started to follow the map I was given and start flowing it. It was a beautiful night, the moon was out and the stars were shining. After some time of walking I saw the mysterious stallion standing in front of his friend’s home. I walk over. He nods and motions me to come closer, which I do immediately. He takes a few steps towards me, and we meet exactly at the house's entrance. "We're here. I have keys to the entrance." he says, opening the door. "Then open the doors if you please." I said watching him open it. He takes a step back and lets me inside. "Don't make a noise." "I won’t." I whispered as we walked in. I understood the importance of being quiet. If we weren’t we could possibly be getting arrested and I couldn’t bare to think of how my reputation would be shattered if that happened. The stallion nods, he calmly walks over to a spot behind the stairway where I followed him. He points at something. "This is the safe, can you pull out hoofprints or anything from it?" I nod. "Yes I can. I figured we may need to do something like that." I open my saddle bag and pull out my crime scene tool box. He sits at my side, watching as I take out some powder and puts it on the safe and starts dusting for prints. After I work for a bit I see a print, I turn to him. "I believe I have something" "Oh?" he asks, his voice sounded eager I point to the spot on the safe where a hoof print could be seen. "Yes it seems I have a print, good sir." "Awesoooome." he says. "Let's get out of here before somepony finds out." "Give me a second." She lifts the print and puts it away for safe keeping. He nods and waits. "Don't make a noise." "I know." I said sounding slightly angry, I hated being reminded about anything. We both tiptoe out of the house, looking at the floor to avoid stepping on anything. If we did it would risk us getting caught. Once we got out the stallion slowly closes the door and locks it making it seem we were never there. "Let's go." He said. I nodded "Where to?" "Anywhere. But I think your office is the best option." He says. I nod and head in the direction of my office. "Alright" He follows me and we continue walking. I notice that he was looking around carefully. "See anything?" I asked. "Fortunately not. Wait..." H e notices a figure moving behind a tree. "Wait here." He runs after it. I nod at first letting him go but I slowly walk over to where he went and took out my notebook prepared to take notes. I watch as he tackled the suspect. I barely hear the stallion say the figures name and learned it was the suspect, Cinnamon Heart. I write down what they were saying. "What are you doing here?" The stallion asks. Cinnamon Heart replied as he tried to get the stallion off of him."Nothing of your business." "Oh, really? Why are you following me?" The stallion said glaring at him. Cinnamon Heart shook his head. "I'm not." "Then why are you in such a hurry?" The stallion asks. "Umm... because it's late at night.” Cinnamon Heart replied to him. I look at him thinking that would be a reasonable reason why he would be in such a hurry. I yawn and continue recording their transaction. "You're always around late at night." He notices something shining on his coat and takes it off. "This is one of the jewels of the teapot." "What teapot?" Cinnamon Heart said. The stallion replied sternly. "You know what I'm talking about." "No, I don't. I bought this coat at the market." He looks in the coat's pocket. "Here, I have the receipt right here." He shows it to the stallion He looks at it. "Hmm." "This is getting interesting" I said getting my voice heard for a moment as the stallion let Cinnamon go. "This gem is from a teapot that belongs to Dark Blade. It was stolen recently." Cinnamon scoffs as he dusted himself off. "No reason to tackle me like that." "I know you too well. Now give me that coat." "Of course not, I paid for it and now it belongs to me." Cinnamon Heart said in a whining tone. The stallion points his sword at Cinnamon's neck, why I didn't notice the sword before I had no clue. It was probably because it was dark. "Fiiine." Cinnamon takes off the coat and gives it to him, before running away. "Thats one way to get what you want." I said, watching the suspect leave. "He usually does the same to others. But he knows I'm stronger. Let's go." The stallion says, grabbing the coat. I nod as we continue back to my office. He walks after me. "It's a nice coat. Shame it has stolen components." "Real shame indeed" I said looking at the coat. "So, more evidence." He adds as we get to the office, he opens the door for me. I say my thanks as I head in first and he trots after me. We arrive in the living room, he puts the coat down, taking the receipt out of its pocket. I watch as it goes on. He sits down on one of the couches and looks at it. "Canterlot Market, huh... bought a few days ago. "So its new.” I said as I took a seat of my own. "Yes. Therefore, this is indeed one of the teapot's gems." He keeps reading. "Sold by... Fancypants?" "Interesting looks like we have a suspect." I said with a nod. "Yes. The Canterlot Market opens at 8 AM." He tells me. I look at the clock, it was now around three thirty. "Then lets take the train there." I said trying to remember the train schedule. The stallion seemed to have know when the next train was before me. "If we take it now, we'll arrive around 6 AM... giving us enough time." I nod and takes my hoof. "Wait." He lets go. "Make sure you have anything you might need." "My bag is always ready." I said. I look over and see my pet cat. I go and pet her. "’Ill be back soon girl." "Cat!" He smiles and gets closer to the feline. "What's her name?" "Nancy. She was a stray that I found in Manehatten." I said. Nancy meowed. "She's a cutie. I love cats."He said as I watch him pet Nancy before getting up and walking to the door. "So, ready?" I nodded. "Yes, I am good sir.” He smiles and opens the door for her. "After you." I thank him as he opened and walk through, together we head for the train in full gallop not wanting to be late.