Today is WISHFULSHIPPING DAY! :D Woot! So I wrote this in honor of it.

It's an AU, so keep that in mind.

Enjoy~
-RD :)

Interrogation

Tell me, sir: are you a real detective?

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Iris was sure this was a mistake. It just had to be.

He was someone she had never seen before. She hadn't seen him at the crime scene, she hadn't seen him at the police station, and she hadn't even heard of him until earlier that day when he had called and asked her to come down to his office for some questioning about the case.

She certainly hadn't expected his office to be in the back of a five-star restaurant.

The detective had green hair and eyes, and on top of that hair was a tan cap that looked almost like something out of a 1950s mystery movie. He looked more like an actor than an actual detective with his trench coat and a magnifying glass set before him on the table. He had a refined air about him and was wearing a suit, making Iris feel somewhat underdressed in her pink peasant shirt and jeans.

He was scribbling on a notepad when Iris was thinking through the strange situation. He soon finished whatever he was writing and lifted his green eyes to meet her brown ones.

"So, Miss Shaga-"

"Please. Call me Iris."

"Iris," he said slowly. She felt a grin tugging at her lips when he said her name. "Can you please tell me what you know about the robbery?"

"Well, I'm not sure I know much," she began, not sure how much information she should really entrust to this man. "I was there when it happened, but it was all kind of a blur, you know?"

"I understand. But any information you can disclose would be very useful."

"Um, well, one of the men was wearing black. And the other one, green. They were tall and looked pretty strong. And I don't think they were from Team Plasma, which is a relief."

"That's good," sighed the detective. "Those Plasma maniacs have been cooking up a nasty recipe lately."

Iris arched an eyebrow. "Excuse me?" Everything about this man was a bit off. What was this about a recipe?

"Do you know what the men stole?" he asked, not seeming to have heard her.

"Wasn't that in the news? We're missing some valuable artifacts and an air conditioner. I have no idea why they stole the air conditioner, though."

"Ah, I see. I wonder what they could be cooking up?" he mumbled as he wrote on his notepad. Honestly? More food talk? Iris was getting more and more puzzled by the second.

"Tell me, sir," she began, leaning toward the green-haired man. "Are you a real detective?"

He simply glared at her. "I'll ask the questions, ma'am."

"Well, can you at least tell me who you are? Other than Detective Chevalier?"

"My name is Cilan," he said, eyes sparkling. "Now, let us continue this interrogation."

She sighed, placing her elbows on the desk. It didn't sound like she would be leaving anytime soon. But, if Iris had to get stuck with a weird, possibly phony detective, she was glad he was at least cute.