Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Dee ❯ Chapter 9

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Barely eleven o'clock that evening, the first sign of trouble made itself known. Ryo was mixing a drink behind the counter, Mary waiting anxiously in front of it. James exited from the back room, his hair a disheveled mess, obviously with the intent of taking a little bit of the merchandise with him.

 

That's when the newcomer had walked in. Dishwater blond with murderous green eyes, heading straight for James.

 

“We've got activity.” Ryo perked his ears. James sighed a heavy sigh and rolled his hands on the counter. Mary marched off with her order.

 

“What is it now? I swear, I'm too old for this shit.”

 

“No, no. Nothing tedious this time.” The man waved his hand absentmindedly in front of his face. “Just keep your eyes open. Apparently there's a cop on the loose in these parts.” He leaned in closer to James. “Undercover on some bullshit assignment.”

 

Ryo nearly choked on his own spit. He had to force himself to concentrate, but kept one ear on the conversation.

 

“What the fuck would a cop want here?” James narrowed his eyes. “It's not because of these shooting is it?”

 

The other man hauled his shoulders up. “Dunno. That's all I heard. He's supposedly a pretty one. He should be easily recognizable though.”

 

“Why do you say that?”

 

“They say he's part Japanese. Trust me, an Asian dude would stand out. But I wouldn't put it past these uptown boys to try to shut us down here for small stuff. I mean, this guy must have some guts to come down here into this shit-hole.” A cigarette was produced and lit. “Just report any suspicious people, okay?”

 

James nodded his assent, and with that the man left. Sighing, the owner of the bar ran a hand through his hair and pointedly dropped his head on the table.

 

Ryo's own heart was beating in his chest, but outwards he remained calm. He was thankful that no one was currently ordering anything, for he was sure he would mess up. How did they know? Only Rose - and whomever he was reporting to - was supposed to know about the case. Even in the official records he was signed up on something different. And he had only reported in nine hours prior! Was his apartment tapped? The line? But why?

 

Why would they suspect him? Had he slipped up?

 

What exactly was he messing with?

 

Somewhere in the back of his mind he thanked the gods that he had inherited his father's looks and not his mother's.

 

A movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention, and he turned to see James wave him over. Panic struck him then, but his fear was short lived as the man opened his mouth and spoke.

 

“You heard most of that right? Keep your eyes open. I know you come from a white picket fence family, but cops spell trouble in these parts. I'm not much of an expert on looks, but I suppose this guy would be a new face, either a loner or someone who fits in too well. They often make that mistake.” He slowly stood up, stretching. “Damnit. Tina's probably mad at me for staying out here so long.”

 

He grabbed a bottle and disappeared through the back room again.

 

“What's wrong?” Ryo turned to see Mary behind him.

 

“A man was just here. He told us to keep our eyes open for an undercover cop. Apparently he's part Japanese.”

 

“Shouldn't be too hard to spot then.” Mary shrugged it off, but continued to stand in front of him, fidgeting slightly. Ryo was about to ask when she seemingly scraped her confidence together and blurted,

 

“Will you go on a date with me tomorrow?”

 

~$~

 

Dee swore as his cigarette landed tip first on his thigh. Drake had just dived into the office, and was standing behind the closed door breathing heavily. The blonde's hair was tousled and windswept - he must have been running like hell. Dee had burst out laughing at the spectacle, which had resulted in his burnt leg as he sat atop Ted's desk.

 

JJ, who was also in the room, rushed forward.

 

“Drake? What happened? Are you okay?”

 

Drake blinked at his surroundings, pulling himself together.

 

“Yeah. I'm fine.” He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. “It's nothing.”

 

“Bullshit. No one tackles air like that for fun.” Ted's eyes followed Drake as he moved away from the door. Dee went to pat his friend on the shoulder in mock sympathy.

 

They were all shocked however, as Drake violently flinched away from the touch as if burned. The latter stared back in horror, his focus switching between detectives and finally resting on JJ, before he bolted out the door.

 

“What the fuck?”

 

The silence lasted for all of five seconds, then Dee, being closest to the door, was chasing after him.

 

~$~

 

“I should have known to look here first.”

 

Drake turned his head, accepting the cigarette Dee offered him. The raven-haired man lit up his own, and together they smoked in silence.

 

“Sorry. I didn't mean to react like that.”

 

Dee slowly inhaled the smoke, opting for silence.

 

“I've had some trouble lately with the media. And other shit's been happening too.” They were silent for a while, Drake contemplating whether he should tell Dee about the commissioner. As sympathetic as Dee was being, he knew the man would laugh at him.

 

He wasn't sure he could deal with that.

 

Hell, it wasn't Dee he wanted on the roof there with him.

 

It tore at his heart that his own partner had not ran after him. But what did he expect? The man was in love with the devil next to him.

 

The urge to throttle Dee made itself known in his body. Suddenly running away wasn't enough.

 

“I'm going to ask for a few days off.” He dropped the half-smoked cigarette on the floor and stepped on it, Dee staring in dismay at the wasted bud.

 

Drake tensed as though he was about to say something at the door, but silently disappeared through it. Dee sighed and tapped the ash over the side of the building.

 

What was Drake hiding?

 

~$~

 

“Shit!”

 

Ryo paced the length of his room. Every second turn he would kick the pillow that had fallen off the bed. His mind was in disarray.

 

This was the first time he was experiencing a dilemma of this kind. Rose obviously had no idea just how deep the connection into the force ran. Ryo was sure though. After taking Mary out to a late lunch - he really was too kind for his own good - they had walked past the corner market where he had been supposed to work.

 

The building was scorched black. Onlookers said that everyone inside had died in the fire the previous day.

 

Ryo was scared.

 

It had to be a superior officer. Who did Rose report to? Someone that had never seen him, otherwise the Japanese decent wouldn't have been mentioned. Should he report back anymore? Could he risk it?

 

If the station line was under observation, there was no way. Since his apartment was still intact, he was fifty percent sure that they didn't know his whereabouts exactly.

 

Or was the fire just a warning?

 

Dare he hope that they considered him dead? If so, then they were probably waiting to confirm. If he didn't report back, then he was safe, right?

 

He cursed himself. He couldn't contact Rose. Even Dee was out of the question. Now the late night traipse with the love of his life didn't seem so safe anymore.

 

Was playing dead his only option?

 

Could Rose figure it out on his own?

 

What would Dee do if he found out?

 

~$~

 

JJ was staring at a computer screen full of possible female suspects when two hands were heavily slapped down on his desk. Looking up into Dee's face, he flung himself - to Dee's horror - into said person's arms just as the door opened and Drake peered in.

 

Stunned, they gauged each other. Dee flung JJ off himself, but when he looked back to the door, Drake had left without saying a word.

 

“Fuck.” He sat down on the nearest available chair.

 

JJ crawled over to his feet, ecstatic that his god had paid him a visit.

 

“Stop it, you little shit. Something's wrong with Drake.”

 

JJ's face fell. “I know.” He bunched his hands into fists on the floor.

 

They contemplated each other in silence.

 

“Something happened yesterday, and he wouldn't tell me what. He was hyperventilating and everything, he nearly passed out.”

 

Dee furrowed his brow. “When was this?”

 

“Yesterday evening, just after end of shift.”

 

Dee pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and sucked on the unlit object.

 

“He said that he's been having trouble with the media. I don't believe him.” He toyed with the cigarette again. “Rose would probably approve his request for a few days off too. God knows, we owe him for the break in the case.”

 

“What?” JJ stared at Dee. “Days off? Why?”

 

Irritated, the green-eyed man kicked at the lavender spot on the floor.

 

“That's what I'm trying to figure out!”

 

~$~

 

 

 

 

 

~AN~ That wasn't supposed to happen!!! They wrote themselves, I swear! How am I going to fix this? Damn you Drake, damn you! Okay, Ryo's situation is coming along nicely *evil laughter *, and Drake is spinning out of my control. He has to sort himself out.

 

I have enough problems of my own!

 

~Me~

 

~Daxemon~ Aw, thanx! I so want to talk to someone about the story, {lemon is coming} but I don't want to spoil it for you! I have the major {coming} things planned out, but Drake is throwing me for a loop. I really didn't know {coming} I was going to write that. I can't wait to write the rest! I have holidays now {coming}, so expect another update soon! I should probably add that if I do the early ending there will probably be more lemons, but they'll become redundant after a while. With angst the lemons might be saucier.

 

Perhaps a combination? *wink *wink

 

~Kita and Subu-chan~ *laughs uncontrollably * Oh wow. I swear, Rose did that on his own! I wasn't planning on that, but now… Oh, the possibilities are endless!!! I'll motivate myself to write a lemon (full blown, don't worry), but it won't be coming for some time. The story hasn't even reached the middle yet! The entire concept is still hanging! I planned this around one event, and I'm still writing up to that. It gets me so excited thinking about it! Wahahaha!!!

 

Oh, PS - we say iffed as well as miffed. Is it wrong to leave it like that?

 

I'm going to mess with Rose a little more. I hope no one here loves him too much - I do belong to the `Rose deserves a kick in the nads' club!

 

~moontattoo~ Thank you! If you have any suggestions for me to draw, please share! I'm currently in a clueless stadium… Hope you like the update!