Thread: Case Closed: Case of the Shrinking Detectives

Woah hey, no no, you get back up from that couch, Eli scrambled after his friend and started pulling up on his arms. You always complain that thing gives your neck and spine a crick when you fall asleep on it. By the look on your face you do not need to sleep off your migraine on that on top of it all. He began trying to pull and shove the now larger boy off the couch and towards the steps. To your bed you go. Eli himself wasnt feeling the best, but the pounding in his skull had receded mostly. The Tylenol helped with the vague worn sensation of his muscles, and his mild meditation hed been doing while absently watching Anthony at work helped more. While those pills the other teen had taken would probably get rid of the now softer playing drum in his head, the brunette liked to stay away from pills if he could help it. Especially the stronger kind. Anthony liked to poke at him occasionally for using more homeopathic methods, but prescription drugs were part of the reason why he ended up in his older brothers custody instead of his mothers. Or really the abuse of them. The boy simply didnt want to tempt fate to end up anything near the mess the woman he used to know ended up in before he was finally taken in to custody away from her. He didnt lecture Anthony on his own use though. So far by what hed seen the guy had a handle on things. He hoped. Still bed, or at least resting for their poor, overwhelmed heads, sounded like a good idea. Hed never been inside of Anthonys room, just knew generally where it was on the second floor, but he figured it would have a bed. There was probably a guest room or two around here somewhere for him too. Hopefully. You take some time out and give that big brain a rest, man, he said softly in a way he knew occasionally broke through the dark haired teens stubbornness. The dudes in black think were dead, so I think we have some time to adjust for a moment. Dont break yourself just yet. Who knows, maybe your dreams will tell you something? Eli himself was now more concerned about taking care of the teen or were they now pre-teen?.. No.. teen bodies didnt account for years lived because he was probably their best hope for figuring out what the hell had happened to the both of them. Just... go rest. The paper will still be there later, he gave the other boy one last shove towards the door he guessed his bedroom was behind. Then he went back downstairs, joints feeling a little brittle, to get a glass of water. Hydration would be good for Anthony to help battle the war going on in his skull when he woke up. As Eli passed the dining table he paused, looking at the seemingly chaotic staging of events on the pages of paper. Damn.... that was... a lot of stuff. He didn't understand most of it because it was in chemicals and scientific jargon. One thing became clear while looking at it all though. He ripped off a peice of paper from the back of the notebook as to not disturb the geniouses notes on top. With a pen he quickly scrawled Men in Black Involved with Change Men involved with illegal drugs? Check for new product or suppliers on the streets. Somehow. Would have seen or heard of them before if they were already set up in town. Perhaps deal in mostly higher end stuff. Maybe the cache we found were simply additive supplies to something strongernewdesigner? Men obviously have money to develop the kind of tech to do whatever this is to us. Need to find men in black to figure out what happened, or at least find their trail. Not enough evidence at hand. Description of the individuals ... and he began tying to list off what he could remember of the two at the scene, but he couldn't seem to see anything clearly about them. Just grey and black shadows in his memory. Maybe it would come back in time? Anthony perhaps remembered more... Eli honestly hadn't been focused on them other then getting the wiggins. Maybe he could ask his brother for the... no.. wait... he couldn't talk to J.J. Not like this. Fuck. Maybe there was another way to get a copy of the police report on witnesses? He tossed the pen down in fustration, now at a dead end. Anthony had been tied up simply looking at what was at hand to figure out what had been done to them, but they, for once, were rather lacking in clues and comparisons. They would have to, unfortunately, look at things from a more basic sluething angle, thus his own notes. His head was hurting again. Maybe it was time for himi to go lie down again to. Hopefully when he got up the stairs he'd see Anthony had made it to his bed. Eli didn't know if his old, younger, smaller body had the strength to pull the others larger form off the floor.