"Get the cat. It might stop her from rolling around the damn floor."

He’s totally forgotten about his torn pant leg. "Have you ever dealt with spirits or possessions?"

He comes across the 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 in a halloween costume. What are they wearing?

He’s never been to a ballet recital. Oddly enough, the chief had some spare tickets.

"𝓝𝓸 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓯𝓮𝓪𝓻. 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓹 𝓲𝓽." ♡ + ⇄

"That's not a real answer. I'll be paying another visit to Mr. Rosewood."

"Has there been a paranormal sighting?" This is news to him.

He crosses his arms. All this for a muffin. "Did he say that? What do you know about my investigation?"

"I've never been unkind to Mr. Rosewood."

"How's 5 bucks sound?"

???

He has never met a son of Aphrodite and he hates Love. "I call it like I see it kid."

He doesn't date crazy.

"No." He grumbles.

"I don't work on Tuesdays!" he shouts from down the hall, placing a pillow over his head to block the flashing lights.

"Can you tell the spirits to knock it off! I'm trying to sleep "

"Alright let's hear it."

"He'll sleep it off."

He's a detective, not a therapist.

Instantly regrets asking. "Uhh—"

"What's your problem?"

"Good. Unless it's in self-defense."

Adult mun- Percy jackson - mdni- selective ships Written by Danny

Staring right back.

Slides into the picture. "A theory you say? About?"

"Got any left?"

How did he end up surrounded by romantics? "Sounds like you caught the jealousy bug. Nice to meet you by the way. I'm Detective Everett."

"Nothing beats homemade food."

He hears a theft in progress.

𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝘽𝙤𝙖𝙧. His jaw clenches for a moment. He hasn’t heard that in a while. "Call me Detective. Are you well acquainted with Mr. Rosewood?"

"Whatever"

"Technically, ONE shoulder."

Racked up a hefty bill on the company dime.

He quirks a brow and replies without hesitation, "Detective Everett. Did you know your nose can remember 50,000 different scents?"

They better not compromise any missions.

"Excuse me miss. Id like to ask you a few questions." Flashes badge.

How many romances are going on in this ghost school?! He hates it. Its always messy.

He did, though he doesn't answer Adrian's question. Coincidentally, he ended up with this case while following a lead from another demigod's murder. "...I'd heard Percy Jackson was the only son of Poseidon. Didn't know he had more hidden sons."

He felt for the man, he did. There wasn't any evidence here to tamper with. He'd been assigned a cold case. No suspect, no motive. Other than the rope used to tie the victim, there was no reason to set foot in the shop. +

Don't. Move." He warned. With his free hand, he rummaged through the man’s wallet for any identification. Found it. "Adrian Rosewood," he sighed, his shoulders loosening their tension. +

"You think this is a joke? You're currently trespassing on an active investigation. Put your hands behind your back and walk backwards — slowly!" he barked out.

He pulls back the trigger. Its clicking mechanism loud against the silence of the shop. He steps behind the man. "Hands where I can see them."

“A what—?” The strawberry fruit stand he’d planned on buying from was suddenly replaced by several cabins, and in the distance was an eerily familiar big... blue... “…house…” he whispered softly.

"Good morning. I'm Detective Everett. Don't mind me; I just happened to overhear your advice."

Taking notes.

🌿 𝑰𝑽𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹 🌿 Daughter of Demeter.

He met her gaze, tired eyes shifting to alertness. Although her words seemed casual, the way her eyes flickered down to his badge made him pause. He glanced down at the bill in his hand, then back at her. +

son of Aphrodite by literature- adults only and multiship