Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Dee ❯ Chapter 12

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Another glass was deposited onto the counter, and Ryo picked it up with a sigh. Things had been disappointedly deflated the last few days since Ria never showed up for the destined meeting.

 

Oh, and Mary was being haughtily distant towards him. Even James had fled the strange tension in the air, holing up with three consecutive women in the back room. The undercover detective had no idea how he managed that.

 

The problem with his situation was unresolved as well, but he had gotten over the initial panic and was thinking clearer now. He had considered the internet, but it was possible that his entire division was under observation. Not physically, but he was sure that the information networks were being watched.

 

He wasn't sure what he was risking. The need to know more about what he was facing surfaced in his mind, and he recognized the onset of fact monopolizing. How far could he go before it was too late? Would he know?

 

He clenched the glass a little too tightly, and felt the sting of the crack before seeing it. Surprised, he glanced around to see who had witnessed his folly before silently tucking it below the counter, out of sight.

 

Even if it was the end, it was definitely one of those days.

 

~$~

 

Under the cover of darkness a single cigarette drew the eye to the figure sitting on the bed. When the lit stick was firmly clamped between her lips, she swung her hair back and felt around for her discarded piece of clothing. Finding it, she haphazardly clipped her bra back in place before slipping out of the room in search of her phone.

 

After leaving a short to-the-point message, she slumped onto the lavish purple couch and draped her legs over the opposite end.

 

She was so tired of doing this. Once again she had to thank her lucky stars that the slightly overweight man had passed out before she had to sleep with him. Truth was, since she had met that shy bartender - what was his name? Alex? - her thoughts had been stuck on him. She wanted out of this business more than ever.

 

Of course, her brother was a little against the idea.

 

Okay, a lot.

 

So she made other plans. Generally she was the first to shy away from introducing anyone into the scheme they were running, but something about Alex made her want him as her partner in crime.

 

A knock on the door jerked her head around, and she hurried over to it.

 

“Blood type O, non-smoker?” Ria nodded in assent and stepped out of the way as the three men she knew only by face stepped into the apartment to do what they did best. She offered a cigarette to the fourth man when he leaned against the doorway.

 

“I worked hard to get this one. Who's the lucky bastard?” Two liquid green eyes turned her way, but it was the sneer that curled around his mouth that grossed her out.

 

“You're going to laugh. Chief of police of somewhere. He's been in the hospital for nearly a month now waiting for a donor.” The malice infused with his voice sent a shiver down her spine. “Guess he'll have to thank you for that. Doesn't it feel nice helping the police out every once in a while?”

 

~$~

 

Steam billowed out into the frigid morning air as a well-built man, still covered in droplets from the shower, reached for his wailing cellphone.

 

“Parker.”

 

“Drake? Hey man. You're going in in about an hour right?”

 

“”Yes…” the voice dawdling on the other side made Drake narrow his eyes in suspicion. “May I ask why?” There was a short silence.

 

“Well, I seem to have a slight transportation problem…” The sentence hung in the air. The blond detective rolled his eyes in exasperation.

 

“I get your drift. I'm leaving in fifteen minutes, I'll be there in twenty.” A sudden spring of motion could be heard on the other end of the phone.

 

“Twenty? What? Why? Hell, I was counting on at least forty-five minutes!”

 

Drake barked a humorless laugh over his cellphone. “Don't make me wait Ted. Twenty minutes.” He pulled the device away from his ear as the dulled complaints continued to stream through the silence of his apartment. Pushing the end button, he scrolled through his messages before dropping it on the bed.

 

Nothing from JJ.

 

~$~

Twenty minutes later Drake pulled his five-year-old car up in front of Ted's building. As expected, there was no sign of the redhead, and he contemplated hooting the neighborhood awake.

 

Deciding against it, he slowly climbed out and glared at the intercom system. He was about to press the buzzer for 403 when the front doors smashed open and Ted, still pulling on his shirt, made his way down the stairs. He stopped short when he spied the lean detective by the wall.

 

“I'm not late, you're early!” Drake grinned and waved him over as he made his own way back to the car.

 

“Just get in.”

 

“Hurry up!” Ted floundered his way into his jacket and rubbed his arms to chase the chill away. Drake leaned over the car seat to unlock the passenger door.

 

“Patience is a virtue, you know. This central locking system has only one available arm.”

 

Ted hurried inside and shut the door with flourish. “Very funny, Parker. How was the vacation?”

 

Smokey gray eyes drooped as he turned the key in the ignition. “You can hardly call it a vacation. All I did was stay up late to watch the late night movie marathon. Not much to it anyway, I was bored to tears.” Ted burrowed deeper into his clothes as they turned into the morning traffic. Drake reached over to switch the radio on, and the younger detective voiced his complaints at the choice of music.

 

Still bickering over music and sport scores they arrived at the precinct. Drake was smiling wildly, the sudden excitement of the argument making him feel alive. He was outfitted to kill again today, but his appearance had a double purpose - a purpose that was about to be realized as Berkeley Rose met them halfway up the stairs.

 

Ted stared in surprise as the two men seemed to face each other off. The commissioner didn't even spare him a glance.

 

“Good to see you back in such high spirits, Drake.” The mentioned party narrowed his eyes, but the smile never left his lips.

 

“Good morning to you too, Berkeley. You'll have to forgive me my attitude last week; certain events had left me with a rather bad taste in my mouth.” With that said, he strode past the stunned blond and pushed the doors open. A stuttering Ted made his way after Drake, the frown already present on the redhead's face intensifying upon the sight of the victorious grin.

 

“What the hell was that? What the fuck did you just do?” The greeting from Marcus went ignored as the two headed towards the CI unit.

 

“Berkeley seems to think that we are on a first name basis. I don't want to insult him now, do I?”

 

As soon as they were in the office, Ted stormed in front of Drake and ground his finger into the latter's chest. The three other detectives in the room looked up at the commotion.

 

“I'm going to find out what's up with you. This thing you've got going with Rose now proves it. You might look all snazzy and high, but your taste in music still sucks.”

 

“Thing with Rose? Wow, this sounds interesting!” Dee licked the sugar from his fingers as he stuffed the last bit of pastry in his mouth. Drake's eyes, however, traveled to JJ first to observe the silent horror on his face.

 

Bingo.

 

“You have no idea. You should have seen him outside.” Ted snagged the last pastry off the plate in front of the black haired detective. He barely dodged a swipe to his hand, but sacrificed some of the sugar to the floor in the process.

 

“Right. Now if you'll excuse me, I need my morning coffee.” Drake dumped what he had in his hands on his desk and walked to the door. He was barely outside before Marty posed a question to JJ.

 

“Why are you so quiet JJ? Are you and Drake fighting or something?”

 

“It would explain his behaviour last week,” Dee chipped in.

 

JJ blinked, caught off guard. While he was worrying about not making it obvious that he found his partner hot as hell, he had in fact been avoiding fore mentioned detective.

 

Perhaps he shouldn't have volunteered to work last Monday with Dee. Drake had practically asked him to come over.

 

And he still hadn't figured out what Drake had meant with his comment in the kitchen. Could it have something to do with him?

 

“We're not fighting. I haven't really talked to him since…” JJ trailed off.

 

“I feel a `but' coming.” JJ glared through his bangs at Ted.

 

The problem was, he wasn't sure anymore.

 

~$~

 

“Ah Drake.” The blond groaned softly in his throat. “Just the man I wanted to see. Excellent performance this morning, I should add. Did you practice over the weekend?” Drake plastered a slippery smile on his face and turned to face the commissioner.

 

“You're not worth the trouble, Berkeley. Since you seem to enjoy your game so much, I thought I might as well play one of my own.” He stared at Rose through half-lidded eyes over his polystyrene cup of caffeine.

 

Berkeley let his own eyelids drop as his smile became almost feral. “I don't plan on loosing.”

 

Drake tipped his head to the side and leaned closer as he spoke, “Of course you won't. You're the only one playing your game.” Two cold blue eyes followed him as he brushed past. “I never said I was going to join you.”

 

~$~

 

 

 

 

 

~AN~ Happy Halloween! May your pumpkins bite back!

 

Was my last chapter really that bad? I only got one review… Well, I got two on ff.net. It evens out, I suppose?

 

~Kita and Subu-chan~ Thank you for all the praise! By the way, I LOVE `A Second Bite'. It inspired the picture I posted tonight! I tried to join AFF to leave a review, but my computer seems adamant not to let me do so. Again.

 

Hope you're happy with the new development! Ria's back too! Gosh, I can't wait to embarrass Berkeley. I figure, physical damage can get you kicked of the force, but psychological games can be just as entertaining, without the paperwork…

 

{Queue evil laughter}