Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Dee ❯ Chapter 10

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Walking into the commissioner's office was one of the worst ideas he had ever had. Staring straight at Rose, Drake felt a new wave of sympathy for Ryo sweep through him. The man dealt with this every day; he was probably used to it. Rose was most likely just superimposing Ryo on him.

 

A muscle jumped under his eye. How was he supposed to handle this?

 

“Can I help you, Drake?”

 

Drake. Not `Detective', not `Parker', Drake.

 

Just like Ryo.

 

When did he start hating his own name?

 

“I would like to request a few days off. I believe I have three accumulated.” Rose stood up from his chair, and Drake tensed closer to the door. He rested his hip against the table and took his glasses off.

 

Sign number one of impending assault.

 

“Is something wrong? You look tense.”

 

Really? No shit.

 

“I'm experiencing some difficulties right now, sir. We're making headway on this case, so I believe you can spare me for a few days without any inconvenience." Rose was moving closer again.

 

Drake felt for the doorknob behind him.

 

“You may have been a detective for longer than the others at this precinct, but you're still so inexperienced. Has no-one ever hit on you?” A hand rested on the door next to Drake's face, who glanced at it in panic.

 

“This is harassment. Let me go.”

 

“Harassment? I'm not doing anything to you Drake.” That sultry smile was still in place; Drake felt trapped. “I'll see you back at work on Wednesday.”

 

It happened too fast. The pressure against his lips was gone and he was left frozen against the wall. Berkeley reached for the door and held it open for him.

 

“Good day, Drake.”

 

That smile. That god-forsaken smile that had him wake up in shivers at night.

 

Slowly finding his footing, Drake stood up straight. He refused to look at Rose as he walked through the door, but as the commissioner was about to close it, he reached out a hand to stop it. Smokey eyes met lush brown in challenge.

 

Then, Drake left.

 

~$~

 

JJ stared at Drake's empty desk for nearly a full fifteen minutes. He kept being distracted by it. As much as he wanted to deny it, Drake had looked hurt when he had peeked into the office.

 

Was there really a chance that the older detective might fancy him?

 

He had to admit, Drake was handsome in a rugged sort of way. He may not have a pretty face, but you felt comfortable in his presence. Safe.

 

Wanted.

 

Or was that just him?

 

He sighed.

 

So far they had the suspects narrowed down to three people, two of which were missing. It was highly unlikely that the one remaining was the perpetrator, but they had to make sure. No further bombing incidents were reported either. It was assumed that their criminal was on the run.

 

But he couldn't concentrate on it.

 

Damn that empty desk.

 

Would Drake mind if he went to visit?

 

~$~

 

Mary was all smiles at work that evening, even though the bar was empty. A fire was a big issue after all; the police couldn't ignore it.

 

Thus, with the threat of cops on the street, only the innocent, the brave and the stupid were about. And none of them were going to drink.

 

“See what I mean? Cops are trouble. They chase all my business away.” James was complaining loudly, slouched over the bar with a pout. Ryo kicked his knees lightly.

 

“You're just upset that Lilia turned you down. If you had someone to fool around with, you'd be all smiles.” James mock-glared in Ryo's general direction.

 

“I'd bet you'd even give us off.” Mary hopped onto the bar, knocking the glass out of Ryo's hand. It spun on the table before he caught it. She smiled apologetically.

 

James just sighed. “Then have the night off. I'm not paying you to sit here and do nothing.”

 

Mary squealed in excitement. Now she and Ryo could spend some quality time together, maybe even indulge in a little bedroom activity…

 

“Say, Alex, you don't have anything planned for tonight, do you?” Ryo shook his head.

 

“Not that I know of. Work, sleep, eat,” he counted on his fingers. Mary's grin could put the Cheshire cat to shame.

 

“To get home I have to cross the police buzz, and I don't want to do that this late at night. Could I perhaps spend the night at your place?”

 

“I suppose. I only have one bed though, and the place is a little small.” Mary was quick to defend.

 

“Oh, I don't mind sharing! I'd even-“

 

“Oi! Go flirt somewhere else, I'm depressed here!” James glared over the counter again. Mary stuck her tongue out at him before she hopped of the table.

 

“I'm just gonna grab my stuff! Wait for me okay?” She disappeared into the back.

 

Ryo dropped onto a stool next to James. “We're not flirting, just so you know. She's half my age.” The barman leaned back in his chair and started laughing. Ryo quizzically looked at him, and shook his head as Mary collected him.

 

As they left The Talisman, James could only stare with a lopsided grin.

 

“Boy, you are in for such a surprise.”

 

~$~

 

Dee collapsed on the bed, once again going through his messages.

 

He knew he was a fool to expect Ryo to contact him again. The man was on assignment after all. In a way he felt bad too. The whole deal with Drake kept him busy at work, and he didn't have the chance to miss Ryo as much as he wanted. Only here at night, in Ryo's bed with the brat asleep in the other room, did his lover's absence leave him reeling.

 

That one night stayed with him though; it fueled his fantasies. He remembered that slick mouth working him, hands fervently grabbing his thighs and pulling him closer, enticing him to reach a peak, only to leave him hanging.

 

The brush of cool metal against his tongue as he felt himself disappear into that warmth made him breathe faster, even as the voice of the man under him screamed encouragement in his own ear.

 

That thought brought a stray idea back into his mind. For a moment he wondered what Penguin had done with the jewelry he used to have in his own ear. Maybe he could have it pierced again - Ryo and he could wear matching rings then.

 

But would Ryo keep the adornments?

 

He turned on his side, pulling the unused pillow under his chin. The scent of his lover was still present.

 

Perhaps he could ask Berkeley how Ryo was doing.

 

He wrinkled his nose in distaste.

 

Well, for Ryo he could do anything.

 

~$~

 

The doorbell ringing at eleven o'clock at night wasn't on his agenda at all. Apprehensively he peered through the keyhole, only to find that he couldn't see anything. Rolling his eyes at the impracticality of the damn thing, he hooked the chain and opened the door a few inches.

 

“Who is it?”

 

“It's me, JJ. Can I come in?”

 

Stunned Drake stood there for a moment.

 

JJ? Why was he there?

 

His hands went through the motions of unhooking the chain and opening the door. Two ice-blue eyes stared back at his frown.

 

Suddenly the world made sense again.

 

“Err, come in JJ. Is something wrong?”

 

JJ took his coat off and hanged it over the nearest chair as Drake closed the door. “Yeah. The problem is, I don't know what, and I'd really like it if you told me.”

 

Confounded, Drake stared at JJ, who stared back determined. “I'm not quite sure I'm following you JJ. Was I supposed to give you a message or something? `Cause I don't remember anything of-“

 

The dam seemed to break and JJ spun round to face him, livid.

 

“NO! What's wrong with you?! You show up at the precinct looking all flashy and hot and then you FREAK out! Then you suddenly solve a case that had the ENTIRE city boggled!” JJ seemed to grapple for facts. “And how did you know that I hate onions? I've never told anyone!” He clenched his fists and narrowed his brow, Drake frozen on the spot with eyes wide open. “You have no right to confuse me like this! Damnit Drake, YOU'RE NOT DEE!”

 

Seconds ticked by as the lavender haired man stood there, breathing hard. Realization dawned on him of what he had said, and his expression changed to that of fear.

 

Drake stood in front of him, head lowered so that his bangs covered his eyes.

 

He should have known. Everything was always about Dee, and he wasn't it. Was he such a fool to believe that perhaps he could sway the kitten's attentions?

 

Did it even matter now?

 

He was at a loss of words. Slowly, he lifted his head and smiled at JJ.

 

“I wasn't trying to be, JJ. And you don't have to worry about me - I'm always fine.” He turned towards the kitchen to obscure his face from view. “Would you like some coffee? You can sit down while I make it.”

 

Biting his lip, JJ's gaze followed Drake into the kitchen. Moving to the door, he could see the blond gripping the tabletop with white knuckles. The choked whisper Drake emitted barely reached his ears.

 

“God Dee, I hate you…”

 

~$~

 

 

 

 

 

~AN~ Dee hasn't done anything, but don't you want to pound him? You can't really blame anyone now… Hehe, I'm having so much fun! The whole thing with Mary is to put Ryo in an uncomfortable situation. He's been having it easy far too long. And Ria will be back next chapter! (I hope!)

 

JJ really hit Drake in a sore spot there. Don't you just love complications? I don't - I have to write them! AAH! And it's difficult enough focussing on six different characters all the time! How does everyone else manage?

 

~Me~

 

~Daxemon~ I'm mailing you! Not gonna post a redundant message, sorry!

 

~Kita and Subu-chan~ Thank you thank you thank you! You're gonna love what I have in store for Rose and Drake. I plan to make him suffer… err, Rose, that is! *Grins uncontrollably* You guys make me so happy! I haven't done a thing today other than write this chapter. *Pats you on the back*

 

A direct result of your and Dax's reviews! I'm starting to understand why some writers beg for them… They're food for starving souls…