Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Dee ❯ Chapter 8

~ 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!

 

 

 

 

JJ swore under his breath as his eyes traveled towards Drake's seated figure once again. For some absurd reason, he felt annoyed as hell.

 

Was Drake really so desperate to get a girl?

 

He couldn't believe his eyes when the man had first walked in. He considered himself Dee-exclusive, but that didn't stop him from noticing the other fish in the sea.

 

And oh, what a catch had walked in.

 

Instinctively he had known that it was Drake, but his eyes didn't make the connection at first. He wanted to believe that Drake's smoky eyes had sought him out where he stood gawking against the wall, but JJ knew that it was probably due to a different reason than the one his mind had first supplied him with.

 

Dee's cursing from the corner had broken him from his trance as he watched the hot liquid spreading on said person's pants. Running to the bathroom to sort out his thoughts as well as retrieve a wet cloth, he escaped the room.

 

The cloth he accomplished, but the soul searching was taking a little longer.

 

Drake turned his head in the younger man's direction, and JJ lowered his head, lest he be caught staring.

 

He still hadn't figured Drake out. The man's odd behavior had him stumped for the better part of the week already. He knew what he wanted it to mean - and he also saw it as selfish behavior on his own part.

 

He wanted Dee, right?

 

~$~

 

When enough time had passed to be safe enough to take a break, Dee, Ted and Marty stormed into Drake and JJ's office. JJ looked up from his computer search, eager to join in the interrogation, but their luck was cut short as the door opened again and commissioner Rose walked in.

 

The look he gave Drake wasn't lost on anyone.

 

JJ snapped his pencil's lead.

 

“What are you doing here?” Dee had his hands on the desk, but his eyes were glaring at Rose. His temper had taken a turn for the worst again, and Berkeley sighed.

 

“Well? What did you want to see me about?” He directed his gaze at Drake, who blinked dumbfounded back.

 

“Actually sir, I wanted to discuss it with JJ first. I didn't expect you to show up immediately after I sent the mail.”

 

“Well, something seemed different about you today. Call me curious.” Rose effectively covered up his mistake. Folding his arms, he asked, “so what did you wish to discuss?”

 

Drake scooted back to face his computer. “Actually, I believe I have a possible motive behind the bombings. If you look at the first case,” he typed a command on the keyboard, and a new window opened, “you'll notice that the person was involved with a detective J. Connor. A seeming unrelated fact, but look - he transferred out of the first precinct that this case was assigned to.

 

“Then here, the ninth case - again a person this Conner fellow knew.”

 

Drake turned his head to look at his fellow detectives, but pulled back suddenly when it was the commissioner's face that was right next to him.

 

“Interesting theory, but out of twenty-six victims, only two sharing a connection isn't enough Drake. You're supposed to know that.”

 

Drake clicked his fingers. “Exactly. Tell me, commissioner, if you wanted to take revenge on the police, how would you go about it? Considering you know precisely how the law operates.” He watched as Rose's brows furrowed.

 

“But, seeing as Connor was personally involved in this case, he would never have been assigned to it. And you said he transferred out - it doesn't fit your theory.” Drake looked at Ted.

 

“Does it? Connor left his previous girlfriend to hook up with his partner, a Miss Andrews. She was the first to receive the case.”

 

“So this person is keeping Andrews occupied as well as killing off people Connor knew. Enough to keep him miserable, I'd say. Plus it's on the news every night - and they are blaming the police for their incompetence.”

 

Drake smiled his most charming smile at JJ. He couldn't have said it better himself.

 

Dee thought for a while, then dejectedly stated, “So we're looking for a woman with a grudge against cops. Cute.”

 

~$~

 

Tracking down Conner was no easy task. It took the detectives a total of five hours to locate him - only to find his dead body swinging from the rafters. The flies had infested his body, and it was a disgusting, swirling mass of black.

 

Ted blanched as he watched a team of four attempting to bring the body down. A rope snapped and a glob of blackish goo landed on an unfortunate CSI. He turned away to see similar expressions of revolt on Dee and Marty's faces.

 

Rose had commandeered Drake as soon as they found the body - a superior somewhere had caught wind of what was happening and had demanded the detective responsible should make a statement to the media. In reality it was just a publicity stunt to show that the police force weren't as incompetent as the media claimed, but Drake was flustered.

 

His only comfort was that he was actually looking good for a change, especially since he was due on TV in a few minutes. He had struggled with the decision to share the glory with JJ, but couldn't find a reason to. He had been the one to do JJ's share of the work most of the time, since JJ was more interested in Dee than anything else.

 

And he was iffed that JJ still hadn't said anything about his appearance that day. He had dressed up for the guy for god's sake!

 

Not that JJ was supposed to know that, of course. But he had to justify the anger he was feeling somehow.

 

He slumped forward in his chair as the purple haired detective rounded the corner with two cups of coffee, and sat next to him in silence.

 

Not a word was spoken.

 

~$~

 

Finally, Friday arrived. Ryo stretched his aching arms and legs - his discomfort due to the strange position he had fallen asleep in. Yawning, he watched his alarm clock and waited for the numbers to seize blurring.

 

3pm.

 

Slowly sitting up, he went through his mental day planner.

 

It dawned on him that he should have reported in an hour ago. Cursing under his breath, he located his cellphone and punched in the number he knew by heart. He refrained from pressing the call button though, instead reaching for his toothbrush.

 

He had decided that Rose was better off not knowing he had changed jobs. Let the man believe his precious detective was still safe and sound, tucked away in a corner market counting money.

 

His irritation made him grimace, and he swallowed, only to choke on the horrible mint flavour of his morning routine.

 

~$~

 

Ria was at the bar again that night. Her make-up looked almost heavy on her left side, but Mary passed it off. The woman was probably covering up a pimple.

 

She was also flirting shamelessly with Ryo. The man seemed to be oblivious to this fact though, and Mary saw this as both a curse and a blessing. He didn't seem to mind the attention, quite the opposite of his reaction a few days ago.

 

She narrowed her eyes. Perhaps this was her way into the conversation.

 

Striding over to where they were once again locked in discussion, she cleared her throat.

 

“You know, the last time someone showered him with attention, he ended up with two more holes in his body. And he still hasn't fulfilled the last half of the bet.” Ria raised her eyebrows as Ryo blushed red.

 

“Pray tell!” She clasped her hands in front of her and leaned forward. Mary narrowed her eyes at the display of cleavage, but plunged headlong into what she hoped would scare the woman off.

 

“He still has to get a tattoo. That's what he had to do if the woman dumped her drink in his face for telling her he's gay. Which she did.” Mary grinned triumphantly at Ria's shocked look.

 

Ryo's own mind was in a buzz. Mary might have just spoiled his best chances to get close to this mystery. He was about to clear up the misunderstanding when Ria's eyes lit up and she grabbed his hand.

 

“Really? You haven't decided on a design yet I hope? I know the perfect person, he's been training for some time now!” Ryo blinked, surprised.

 

“Excuse me?”

 

“Please consider it. His work is excellent. He's been feeling down lately, and it will cheer him up, I know it will!”

 

Ryo went over his options. This woman was the only lead he had on the case, and he really wanted to show Commissioner Rose up. He had been hoping to wiggle out of the tattoo deal though. Maybe if it were small, and easily removable…

 

“Do you have examples of his work? Photo's or something?”

 

Ria nodded. Her hopes were dashed that the gorgeous man in front of her was gay, but perhaps she could coax him back into the closet. Tim, on the other hand, would be ecstatic. Finally he would have a subject that wanted a tattoo, and not just a drunk fart that ended up dying in her brother's business.

 

“Should I bring them here, or would you like to come over to my place to meet him?”

 

Mary nearly exploded.

 

~$~

 

Drake slammed the office door, and heavily leaned back against it on the other side. Finally, he knew how Ryo felt. He refused to acknowledge that he might have been flattered under different circumstances.

 

A shudder crept up his spine.

 

He picked out his outfit every morning now. The appreciative looks he received from JJ in the mornings made the recent expansion of his wardrobe worthwhile.

 

What he wasn't counting on however, were the other appreciative glances. Especially since his appearance on TV.

 

One man in particular had him hiding in his office at the moment.

 

He swore under his breath as he vowed never to make fun of Ryo again.

 

Right now, he was disgusted. With himself, with the male species in general, and with this one man.

 

He shuddered again.

 

He hadn't seen it coming until it was too late, and there was no one around to save him. He had wanted it, but not from him. Not from HIM.

 

God.

 

So caught was Drake in his musings as he hyperventilated, that he didn't notice the other presence in the office. Clutching his shirt over his heart he slid down the door. His other hand went to press over his eyes.

 

Then warm hands were on him. A voice was asking questions far away, but they didn't register in his brain. Slowly the hands turned his face upwards, and clouded eyes met blue ones in a sea of turmoil.

 

“Drake? Drake? Breathe Drake! Breathe!”

 

His hands went to clutch at the other man's shirt as he started heaving air.

 

Fuck Rose.

 

~$~

 

 

 

 

 

~AN~ I hate my dad. It's official. I haven't spoken a word to him since yesterday afternoon. But you guys don't want to hear about me - though I do have to apologize for only updating now when I promised earlier. A lot of things happened, and I'm not over some of them yet.

 

Anyway! What do think happened to Drake? I left enough clues! And Ryo's stage is set! Yaha! Now the title of the story can finally come into effect!

 

~Me~

 

~Daxemon~ I laughed myself SILLY at your drool-drool comment! I swear, I reread it just for that! *pinches bridge of nose*

 

Thank you for all the suggestions! I plan on (everyone else - don't read this!!) JJ blowing up at Drake about his change of attitude. But in a I-couldn't-keep-it-in-anymore kind of way. (Okay, it's safe now!) And as much as I want Dee to have a moment with Ryo again, I can't. You'll see why! I'm going to build the action on that… *evil glint in eye*

 

Oh, look at what I wrote for Kita and Subu and tell me what you think about Drake and JJ…

 

~Kita and Subu-chan~ I'm playing with Rose a little more for you two! Damn, thanks for all the compliments. I'm nowhere near your level though - but I try! You inspire me to keep trying my best! I have to warn you though, this started as a Ryo/Dee fic, and will have to return to that course for a while. That either means angst for Drake and JJ, or an early happy ending…