Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Dee ❯ Chapter 2

~AN~ This story is set not long after volume 7 of the manga. More details of the precise setting will be revealed in later chapters. Enjoy!

 

~ Disclaimer ~ I do not own FAKE, or any of it's characters - they belong to Sanami Matoh. I would not object to them being donated to me though. I also do not have a beta - these chaps are all me. You see a mistake, you NOTIFY me! Please!

 

 

 

 

Ryo stared down at the paper in his hands. The more he read, the fishier the entire business seemed. Oh, it was obvious that something was going on - coincidences like these didn't heap up as they were apparently doing.

 

The problem was just what?

 

He flipped the file close as the door opened, and Bikky slouched in. He unceremoniously dumped his bag on the table before heading towards the kitchen, but did a double take when he saw Ryo on the couch.

 

“Hey Ryo! I thought you were working double shifts today?” He sauntered over. “Whatcha doin' home?”

 

Ryo lifted the file above his head and slapped it with an off-hand gesture. “New case. And we have to talk about it, but I'll wait until Dee gets here first.”

 

Bikky dropped down next to Ryo. “Don't tell me it's another `stay off the streets, the bogeyman's out again' kind of talk. 'Cause you really don't need the perv to motivate me for that.”

 

“No, nothing like that.” Ryo ruffled Bikky's hair. “If anyone should be on the receiving end of a warning, it's Dee. He's fits the victim profile for this case much better than you Biks.”

 

Bikky frowned as he absorbed the new information, absentmindedly digging his hands into the couch.

 

“I'm going to buy a few things for dinner. Want to tag along?” The young boy looked up into pools of black as Ryo smiled down on him.

 

“Huh? Sure.”

 

~$~

 

Dee trudged up the stairs to Ryo's apartment, cursing JJ, Rose, the chief and whoever the perpetrator behind the parcel bombs was under his breath. When he thought of Ryo stalking out of the precinct, he cursed him as well.

 

When realization dawned on him on what he just did, he paused and shot a little prayer up to whichever deity fancied him at the moment.

 

A snort and a chuckle sounded behind him and he whirled around.

 

“Gimme your cell, Ryo. I have to call the nuthouse about a missing patient.”

 

Behind him on the stairs stood Bikky and Ryo, their hands full of packages. Dee's detective mode scanned the packages and aptly formed a conclusion.

 

“Give it up, brat. Not even the mental ward would want you. Now, what's the occasion? I see lasagne in the making.” He swiftly scooped the bags out of Ryo's hands as he protested. Bikky huffed indignantly, aiming a kick at Dee's shin.

 

“Oi! Do you want to spend your evening picking food up from a staircase? You got some weird fantasies dude.” Dee skillfully hopped up a few stairs to miss the next attack at his legs. Ryo just smiled and huffed, dug his keys out of his pocket and headed towards the apartment door, his makeshift family arguing on his trail.

 

~$~

 

That night tensions ran high in the MacLean residence. Bickering between Bikky and Dee expectantly interrupted dinner, but the cause was more substantial than usual. What Ryo desired to be a good last evening before setting out on assignment, turned into him slamming the bedroom door on the noise in the dining room.

 

As he sank into the bed with his hands in his hair, his composure deserted him and he let out a strangled sob.

 

This was NOT how he expected it to be.

 

~$~

 

Dee stumbled into the office with a pounding headache. His first night of uninterrupted sleep was spent mauling the previous evening over and over in his head.

 

When Bikky and he registered Ryo's absence, they had glared at each other until Bikky threw the salt shaker at his face and went to his room. Big was his surprise however, to find it locked.

 

Now, neither Bikky nor him are strangers to the ways of the street. They have both picked many a lock, but the policeman inside the lock let them both know that it was more than deliberate.

 

The same with the master bedroom.

 

Guilt set in then, and the duo found themselves reconsidering their argument on the couch.

 

When they both woke up in their respective beds (how Ryo managed to that without either of them waking up was beyond Dee) and an hour late, they knew they were in DEEP trouble.

 

Of course, Ryo was nowhere to be found. A note had been taped to the front door - a note Dee now had crumpled in his hand.

 

Bikky, Dee

Since you were both SO mature about the issue last night, I suppose I should let you settle it between yourselves. If I don't see you, this is goodbye.

Be safe, I love you.

Ryo

 

Dee sighed. Ryo could be such a catty bitch.

 

But oh, how they deserved it.

 

~$~

 

“So, in layman's terms, we still don't know shit.” Ted was staring down at the latest crime scene pictures. The remains of what was supposed to be a two-year-old girl and her twenty-seven-year-old mother stared right back at him. Again, the evidence was destroyed in the blast.

 

Ryo sorted through the pile in his arms to hand Ted the next crumple of paper. “I was following up some of the chemicals we found at the scene. If you look here,” he pointed to another page with a coffee stain on it, “you'll see that these two mixtures aren't very popular in your everyday pharmacy. These,” he dropped the rest of the paperwork in his arms on the table, “are the results for that research. I was going to organize it today, but it seems like you get the honour of doing that.”

 

Drake pulled the coffee stain out from the avalanche of paper. “Are you sure this is part of YOUR paperwork?”

 

Ryo stared at the paper with a blush that faded into a frown before digging around in his briefcase. “Dee… he, uh…” he produced a new sheet that was obviously a duplicate of the ruined one. “Here.”

 

Ted mentally shook his head. Trust Ryo to re-do paperwork because of a stain. It may be protocol, but it was also double work.

 

Something everyone but Ryo and Drake were allergic to.

 

Drake just hid it better…

 

Ted frowned at his thoughts as he replaced the report. His attention went back to Ryo as the dark-eyed man spoke again.

 

“I'm going to find Dee. I need to apologize for something. Think you can handle things here?”

 

“Sure I can!” Ted dragged his hand through his hair. “But man, I can't imagine you doing anything that would warrant an apology to Dee. What went down?”

 

Ryo lowered his eyes to study the floor. “I asked him to look after Bikky while I'm gone. It wasn't the best idea I've had in a while.” Sad eyes glanced back at the work he was leaving behind. “So long Ted. Good luck!”

 

And with that, he was gone.

 

~$~

 

Ryo never received the chance to locate Dee. He was roughly pulled into the commissioner's office to go over the details of the case as he was passing by.

 

He never saw the pained expression on his lover's face when Dee found their office empty, or the guilt that flashed through his eyes as Ted told him of the pending apology.

 

By the time they were done, he was scheduled to leave.

 

He left Rose with a salutation and a punch to the gut.

 

~$~

 

 

 

 

 

~AN~ I had to rewrite this chapter three times before I was happy enough to post it. I know it is not very long, but I felt that I had to end it here. To think I'm writing this because of a picture. HA! Anyway, Kita, Subu-chan, I love you two! Thank you for always being so supportive. And I love your stories! Expect a DrakexJJ element in this story…

 

~Me~