IM BAAAAACK. This is pretty short, but I'm doing a challenge where I will write one short story for every day of June for Pride Month. I will do my best to post something every day, but they probably won't be amazing as they will not be edited. Fandoms will vary, but this is going under PJO/MCGA as that's what most of the stories will be from, but other than that will include, the WaterFire Saga, Harry Potter, Six of Crows, The Lunar Chronicles, Carry On, and Star Wars. I'm very neutral on ships, so please don't criticize my choices or request anything, as I already have everything planned.

A/N: all my other stories: all bets are off and I don't plan on continuing my oneshot series because I've had very little writing motivation for a while now.

Disclaimer: saying this once, I don't own the characters, just the situations I've come up with.

(PJO)

In which Will and Nico are a tired doctor and detective respectively.

Will rubs his hand tiredly over his face as he sets the file on his desk. Reassignment. This is the sign. He's officially lost control over his life. He's a doctor, for goodness sakes, he's not supposed to be in the investigation division. But nooo, one of the higher ups apparently had seen it fit to have him moved into the detective department of Paranormal Investigations And Solutions and out of his comfy infirmary where he could yell at the stupid idiots who thought it was a good idea to go looking for the Elder Fae armed with salt. For minor faerie, perhaps it would work, but to ensure the Elder Fae didn't just rip off a limb immediately, you needed at least an iron sword, or bullets.

"I have no idea what I'm going to do," Will mumbles into his desk, "there is literally nothing that I could do for investigation."

"You'll be fine," Lou Ellen says cheerfully. She was one of the idiots who thought salt with magic would on the Elder Fae, but hey, she'd at least taken an iron dagger with her and had only lost a hand this time. Last time though… "I'm sure there's something they need you for."

It turned out there indeed was something investigation needed him for. Nico di Angelo, one of the lead detectives, had met him at the door and was debriefing him on the situation. Nico di Angelo, unfortunately, was another one of those idiots, except he frequently overexerted himself while tracking down the ghosts of people who died in events involved with the paranormal, rather than the Elder Fae and salt.

In fact, Will notices, he was flickering slightly, his form temporarily becoming insubstantial for a few seconds at a time. Will sighs resignedly, and crumples up a piece of paper. Even more unfortunately, he'd been dealing with Nico di Angelo's particular brand of idiocy since the day he'd saw it fit to befriend the other boy in high school.

Will throws the wad of paper at Nico, and it passes right through the man's chest.

"So our problem lies in wha—hey! What was that for?" His ball of paper cuts Nico off right in the middle of his explanation.

"You're overworking yourself. Again. I've told you this how many times and you still don't listen to me? You'll never be able to accurately do anything, unless you stop for at least five minutes." He exhales, frustrated. Nico is no good at knowing when to take a break in anything, let alone an ongoing investigation. "At this rate we'll never get anywhere with this."

Nico squints at him, the dark circles under his eyes becoming even more pronounced."Do you even know what's going on here?" he says, in favor of ignoring Will's more important question.

Will rolls his eyes. That was a surprisingly quick return to their old style of banter for not interacting for three months. He supposed that should be a good thing, when really, it is the exact opposite.

"What I'm doing here? No freaking idea. What's going on with the investigation? There's a bunch of people that are being killed by some sort of monster. Other than that, no. Why don't you ask the ghosts of the people who died?"

"Because there aren't any!" Nico turns to a nearby desk and starts furiously rifling through a file folder lying on top.

"We have no idea what's going on! Other than people are dying mysterious, bloody deaths, and for some inexplicable reason, their ghosts are no longer on this earth!" he finishes a bit hysterically, apparently not finding anything in the folder, because it returns to the desk.

"That's—certainly strange." Will's never heard of something like this happening ever.

"Yeah," Nico agrees, "that's why Director Chiron wanted you to work with me. He's hoping you can figure out what is killing the people, because we haven't been able too. Also, have you been avoiding me? I feel like we haven't spoken in months."

"No," Will lies through his teeth, "Anyways, I'm not looking at anything tonight. Or doing anything related to this," he glances at the clock, and it's certainly late enough to leave for the day, "If you want, we could go to my appartement, to watch movies and catch up?"

Why. Why did you say that. There was literally no reason to say that. This will end badly.

Nico blinks, startled. "That—that'd be great. Also I'm broke, so you better hope you have popcorn, because I'm not buying any."

"Why are you broke? I thought you're paid like - a lot for this type of thing."

"I am I guess," Nico shrugs and smiles slightly at him, and okay, Will'd like to go die now. "I blew off most of my last paycheck with stuff to prank Jason and Percy with."

"I've known you for over 10 years and will never understand your prank war with those two."

"Be glad Valdez isn't involved this time, I think he's too busy setting stuff on fire."

"That sounds scarily accurate."

As they exit the doors of Paranormal Investigations and Solutions, Will takes a moment to get the pounding in his chest to stop. Because heading into a case that will definitely end up being complicated, is no time to fall back in love with your best friend. Again.

The case ends a bit of a mess, because once they've got all the details which mainly just involve Will being able to take a look at the bodies and nagging Lou Ellen for obscure monsters, the trail seems to take off.

That lead however went nowhere, and their investigation collides with Piper McLean and Percy Jackson's, and eventually they figure out that the trail leads to a dark sorceress who goes by the name Medea.

Somehow, movie nights with Nico become a regular thing, which was relatively peaceful until Piper literally crashed onto his fire escape screeching "SHE'S AT MACY'S" over and over again. Will has no idea why or how a sorceress managed to build a lair under Macy's department store, and accessible using the store's public elevators, but that's sorceresses for you.

Using some sort runic array, Medea'd managed to trap the souls in a sort of limbo, that she'd been planning to use to test her potions on, because somehow she'd managed to get the ghosts partly corporeal. Will has no desire to know what would need to harm ghosts, who can only very mildly affect the living world, other than that it's bad and probably worse on humans.

After that discovery, both cases wrap up fairly quickly with relatively good turnout, and the ghosts are able to say goodbye to their families before moving on, though a young girl is very determined to stay until her younger (living) brother also goes, which will be an interesting relationship for the family, as one of the potions Medea used on her spirit have rendered her mostly corporeal and visible.

Will still thinks his ending was better, as one movie night, as the opening credits rolled, Nico leaned over and kissed him.

He's really psyched about that. What he's less psyched about however, is the fact that Piper and Percy and Jason (and Lou Ellen, how did that happen?) were betting on when he and Nico'd get together, because apparently, it was obvious. That's a lie. If it was obvious, Will would have made a move sooner… probably.