Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Finding One's Way ❯ What Ifs ( Chapter 4 )

Title: Finding One's Way
Author:  Daxemon

Fandom:  Fake (yaoi)
Pairing/Characters: Drake/JJ

Rating:  M

Warnings:  M/M affection
Disclaimer:  I don't own Fake, but if someone was willing to steal it for me, I wouldn't mind. Otherwise it belongs to Ms. Matoh.

 

 

Chapter 4 - What Ifs

 

`Why did they always have to run?' thought Drake, pelting down the alleyway after their fleeing suspect.

 

He and JJ had gotten a lead on where to find their suspect, one Daniel Murray, for the current case they were working on, this was his third strike. Of course the address they were given wasn't in a very desirable neighborhood and the element of surprise was moot as soon as they stepped out of their car. Their suspect, who was conveniently or inconveniently standing within a small group in front of the building spotted them and took off at a sprint.

 

Now here they were ten blocks later. Drake praying that his poor abused lungs wouldn't give out as he started to feel the beginnings of a stitch in his side. JJ on the other hand, he noticed, hadn't even broken a sweat and was pulling ahead of him and gaining some ground on Murray.

 

Drake looked up and noticed that they were now in a semi-abandoned part of town, where a majority of the buildings were warehouses. `Perfect.' thought Drake bitterly. `If he decides to duck into one of these warehouses there's more than a good chance of us loosing him.' Just as Drake finished this thought and rounded the next corner, he spotted Murray scrambling over a dumpster into an open window of one of said warehouses.

 

“Just great!” groused Drake when he noticed JJ already scrambling up the same dumpster with a determined look on his face. “JJ wait!!!” he yelled, but it was no use. Drake had seen JJ like this a few times, where his mind was so locked into one single-minded goal that nothing else came into play. This was not a good thing. They didn't even know if Murray was armed and from what Drake remembered from his rap-sheet, he most likely was, to the teeth.

 

Drake pulled himself up to the window JJ and Murray had just gone through. “JJ?!” Drake called as loud as he dared without alerting every living thing within the building to his location, especially a killer who may or may not be armed.

 

`Damn you JJ, if you get me killed.' Drake thought as he gingerly climbed in and dropped to the cement floor. `Where were they?'

 

The warehouse they were in was full of crates and with the way sound was bouncing around it would make it almost impossible to find them easily. Drake glanced up and noticed a catwalk above him. He glanced to his right and then his left looking for a way up. He spotted a ladder on his left and conveniently two huge shipping crates were right in front of him, giving him ample cover as he scaled the ladder.

 

When Drake got to the top he remained in a low crouch while he scanned the lower level of the warehouse. `No need to make myself a target.' he surmised.

 

Soon Drake spotted JJ, making his way along a far row of crates with his gun drawn. Upon seeing this Drake was a little relieved, happy that even through his doggedness, JJ had the sense of mind to think that the suspect might be armed. `Now where was that pain in the ass - ` Drake's thought was cut off when he spotted Murray. He appeared on top of a crate not but a few dozen feet from JJ, who had no idea the danger he was in at the moment. Drake noticed that Murray now had a gun in his hand and was aiming at JJ.

 

Drake's heart was beating so fast it felt almost like it was in his head and not in his chest. Time seemed to slow down as he came to his feet, training his own automatic on Murray and yelling for him to freeze and put his weapon down. Drake out of the corner of his eye saw JJ's head snap up to his perch. Murray, Drake realized had no intention of dropping his gun, but was very intent of putting a bullet into JJ.

 

To Drake's horror the piece of filth didn't even pay him any attention. When Drake spared a glance in JJ's direction he noticed that he was backing away from his initial position. Drake at first considered this to be a good thing, but soon noticed that JJ was just making himself and easier target since he had no idea where Murray was at all.

 

When Drake brought his attention completely back on his target, he soon understood he either had to take this guy down or it would cost him JJ, which was a price way to high to pay.

 

“Hold your fire!” Drake yelled.

 

When Murray glanced over to Drake with a sneer on his face, Drake knew it was now or never, that this guy figured that he could go out in a blaze of glory, that he was going to take a cop down before they got him and be the talk of his neighborhood.

 

Mind made up Drake pulled the trigger, simultaneously he heard the report of another gun and sickeningly came to the realization that their suspect was able to get a shot off just as Drake's bullet slammed into him, ending his life.

 

Drake spun to look at where JJ was standing and nearly felt his legs give out from under him with what he saw. “JJ!” Drake screamed, trying to climb down the catwalk ladder as fast as he could without killing himself. `JJ'.

 

When Drake reached JJ's prone form he had to do everything in his power to keep it together. Drake had already called in code 10-0, officer down, into dispatch and prayed that they got their soon.

 

“JJ?” Drake asked as he gingerly tried to turn him over so he could get a better idea of where JJ'd been shot.

 

He finally got JJ partially onto his back and found that he was, to Drake's relief conscious, but in a great deal of pain as he clutched his injured shoulder. Drake knew that the injury wasn't life threatening, but if JJ didn't get medical attention - and soon - he would lose enough blood for it to become a problem.

 

“Drake?” JJ said breathlessly.

 

“Yeah, I'm here. It doesn't look to bad.” Drake stated, sounding way more calm than he really felt. In truth he was holding the real beginnings of a panic attack at bay. If he hadn't found JJ conscious and injured more seriously, he would have been hard pressed to answer that he would have been able to hold it together.

 

“Says you.” JJ replied with a grimace of pain.

 

“The bullet went straight through.” Drake stated, inspecting JJ's shoulder.

 

“Fuck - this hurts!” JJ swore colorfully.

 

“Nice JJ. Turning into a potty mouth on me?” Drake joked, honestly not feeling like it, but doing it just to keep his mind from screeching at him where the hell the ambulance was already.

 

“Well sorry. I've never been shot before. Shot at, but not shot.” JJ retorted, his voice showing a lot of the pain he was feeling.

 

“Well that'll teach you to just go running into a situation half-cocked.” Drake admonished JJ.

 

When he didn't get a response back, Drake looked up from inspecting his shoulder and became aware of the fact that JJ'd passed out. Drake's almost forgotten panic attack came flaring back into life.

 

“JJ! JJ!” Drake snapped, desperately resisting the urge to shake the unconscious blonde. “Come on don't do this to me, you better wake up. JJ!” Drake begged. Drake knew that JJ was going into shock. He wasn't a very large guy and the amount of blood loss so far was most likely enough to endanger JJ's life.

 

Thankfully Drake heard sirens approaching. Soon he heard a loud crash, the doorway being breached, he figured. He yelled out so they could easily find them. When he saw EMT's, along with Dee and Ryo turn the corner, he could have easily cried with the relief that flooded through him.

 

“I think he's going into shock.” Drake informed the EMT's as he stepped out the way so they could work.

 

“What the fuck happened?” Dee asked Drake, not looking away from where the EMT's were stabilizing JJ. “Drake?” Dee asked again when he didn't get an immediate answer and looked over to see Drake looking like he had been hit with a sledge hammer to the gut.

 

Dee became aware of the fact that Drake had JJ's blood all over him and seemed to be shaking. He needed to get Drake outside, before he completely fell apart. He looked over at Ryo who'd already noticed and nodded at Dee, understanding.

 

Drake didn't even feel Dee and Ryo walk him out of the warehouse, before he knew it, he was outside and sitting in the passenger seat of Dee and Ryo's car. When he saw the EMT's come out with JJ on a stretcher, he stood up ready to get into the ambulance, but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

 

“Drake, you'll only be in the way. We'll follow them. Okay?” said Ryo in that soft soothing voice of his, but said in such a way that it brooked no argument, all Drake could do was nod and sit down.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ryo sat with Drake as they waited patiently for the doctor to come out with news on JJ. Ryo's cell vibrated suddenly, it was a call from Bikky. `Probably calling to see if he could stay over at Carol's.' thought Ryo. “Drake I have to go take this, will you be okay?”

 

“I'll be fine.” Drake said sounding eerily calm although the slight tremor of his leg as he sat was a dead give away to his lie.

 

“Okay. Dee will be here soon.”

 

“I said I'll be fine. Just go.” Drake said looking up at Ryo with a somewhat forced smile. Ryo hesitated once more and then decided that it would be a bad idea to push Drake about staying, like he said Dee would be there soon.

 

“Alright.” Ryo said as he walked away towards the exit of the emergency room.

 

Drake's hands began to suddenly shake and he felt like he was having a stroke. He could barely catch his breath and suddenly his stomach rolled. He bolted for the exit and made it to a cluster of bushes just in time before his stomach emptied itself.

 

`What the hell?' Drake wondered. His practical mind knew that JJ would be okay, but his heart seemed to have a set of different priorities, it was freaking the fuck out. Flashes of JJ lying on the floor prone and bleeding kept running through his head, he couldn't seem to keep himself from thinking what if's. `What if JJ had been shot in the chest, what if help hadn't come in time, what if he had lost him today….' That finally thought caused Drake's poor stomach to take another roll. `He nearly lost JJ today. Daniel Murray could have easily killed him.' He thought with dread.

 

It slowly started to dawn on Drake that just the thought of not having JJ in his life, but even worse loosing him outright, was just something he couldn't deal with. He was starting to finally own up to himself, although grudgingly, that if he had really lost JJ today there would have been many things he would have regretted not doing or saying.

 

Drake wandered back into the waiting area of the emergency room just in time to see the doctor walk out.

 

“How's he doing?” Drake asked hurrying toward the doctor.

 

“Mr. Adams is doing fine. It was a clean shot through his left shoulder and there seems to have been no permanent damage. He's being taken upstairs to his room right now. Go to the nurse's station and they'll let you know what room he's being taken to.” The doctor informed Drake.

 

“Thank you.”

 

 

 

 

About forty-five minutes later Drake was making his way to the fourth floor to room 405. When he reached the room it took all his nerve to actually walk through the door. Drake shook himself mentally and admonished himself for being silly. When he entered he noticed first that JJ had been given a single occupancy room that was so white that it practically hurt his eyes.

 

When his eyes finally fell on JJ he saw that he was still out, his left shoulder was swathed with bandages and his left arm was in a sling, most likely to keep the injured shoulder immobile. Drake pulled a chair up to the bed unable to tear his eyes from his partners sleeping face.

 

“What are you trying to do to me JJ? I feel like a two ton semi ran over me.” Drake stated.

 

“I'm the one that was shot, how the hell do you think I feel?” A drowsy mumble came from the bed in front of Drake.

 

“JJ?”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“How do you feel?” Drake asked softly.

 

“Basically what you just described a few seconds ago.” JJ replied. “Why would you feel like that anyway, it's not like you were brought in here on a stretcher.” JJ said cracking on cerulean eye open to peer at Drake.

 

“Well watching you get shot was not exactly on the top of my list of things to happen this week.” Drake mumbled indignantly.

 

“Well getting shot, was not on the top of my list either. Shit this really hurts.” JJ said looking down at his bandaged shoulder.

 

“Still a potty mouth I see.” Drake stated with a slight smirk, a little bit of relief seeping into his tense body. It was good to hear JJ complaining, at least that proved that he was on the mend.

 

“Well maybe you can kiss it and make it all better.” JJ said turning to Drake with a slight leer/grimace.

 

“JJ.” Drake warned.

 

“What? I could have died today and you can't even do me the one small favor of a kiss.”

 

“JJ.”

 

“Drake.”

 

“Will you behave yourself and be serious. You really could have died today.”

 

“You know what Drake, I know this and I am being serious.” JJ said looking Drake directly in the eye. “I would really appreciate it if you could just cooperate and give me something so small as a kiss after having my life flash before my eyes. I care about you Drake and especially now I'm not going to hide that fact. I know that you probably would rather shoot yourself in the foot than kiss me, but maybe just once you can grit your teeth and mmmpppfff…..”

 

JJ found himself being silenced quite suddenly by Drake clamping his hand across his mouth. “You talk way to much you know that.” Drake said and then replaced his hand with his lips to JJ's surprise.

 

The kiss was very hesitant and light and JJ could almost feel the trepidation coming off of Drake in waves and he knew that if he wanted a real kiss he would have to take things in hand. JJ snaked his uninjured right arm around Drake's back and slowly deepened the kiss.

 

Drake's body tensed up for a split second when JJ managed to slip his tongue in to explore along Drake's front teeth and run it along the sensitive skin on the inside of Drake's upper lip. Slowly JJ got bolder and continued to slide the tip of his tongue more forcefully along Drake's until it drew a small reflexive moan from Drake, giving JJ the opportunity to slip his tongue into Drake's luscious mouth and slightly suck on his tongue. After a few more seconds Drake broke the kiss and pulled away slightly, leaving their faces only a few inches apart.

 

“Now was that so hard?” JJ asked, still holding Drake.

 

“You have no idea.” Drake replied dryly as he disengaged himself from JJ and put more distance between them.

 

“Be thankful that I was only shot in the shoulder. Just imagine what I would have asked you to do if I had been more seriously injured.” JJ said with a lascivious look on his face.

 

“JJ!” Drake replied in utter shock as he shook his head.

 

“What?” JJ asked staring at Drake innocently.

 

“What am I gonna do with you?” Drake wondered out loud. “Forget I said anything!” Drake said quickly when he saw JJ taking a breath to reply.

 

 

What Drake and JJ didn't know was that they were not alone during their not so quick kiss. Ryo had come back to find Drake gone and that JJ had been moved upstairs, so he made his way to JJ's room to show up just in time. When he got there he noticed them through the small window in JJ's room door and he couldn't believe what he saw at first. `Dee's gonna love this.' Ryo thought as he quietly walked away smiling.

 

 

A/N - Hi everyone, sorry if I took too long. I think I thoroughly shook Drake up. Well I live for reviews and I wouldn't mind knowing what you think of my fanfic so far. Constructive Criticism accepted and it will help me improve my writing skills…don't be afraid to say whats on your mind……just know that I'm a little mentally unstable and hyperactive human being, so criticise carefully and at your own risk. Hope you enjoyed.