Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Keeping One's Way ❯ Gamble ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Daxemon 
Anime/Manga: Fake Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Police / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 08.24.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.2K | Visits: 293 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Fake Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Police / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 08.24.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.2K | Visits: 293 | Status: Work In Progress
Title: Keeping One's Way
Author: Daxemon
Fandom: FAKE (yaoi)
Pairing/Characters: Drake/JJ
Rating: M (for later chapters)
Warning: MAN ON MAN SEX – I can't say it any clearer people if you don't like it don't read it.
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 2 - Gamble
'Why do criminals always want to make things so hard.' Drake thought as he drew his weapon and took cover behind the door jam in the dim hallway of the dilapidated apartment building. JJ would not be happy if he got shot tonight, with their anniversary coming up, if Drake got stuck in the hospital for it, let's just say being shot would be the least of Drake's worries.
“I JUST CAME TO TALK! CAN'T WE JUST TALK?!” Drake yelled into the apartment as he prayed for back-up to get there soon.
“SURE!” yelled the voice from inside, before a barrage of gunfire erupted from inside the apartment splintering the wood near where Drake stood, forcing him to duck for cover.
“Shit!” Drake swore as he was dusted with bits of wood.
“STINKING PIGS!”
Drake really wondered what his luck was to be working the one night that the Chief needed someone to bring in Chuck. Chuck a.k.a. Charles Michaelson was wanted for two counts of first degree aggravated assault. It seems that Chuck had a bit of a temper and didn't really know how to reign it in at times. Chuck was well known down at the 27th, he'd been brought in dozens of times for being involved in more than one bar brawl or another, which was more than likely started by him. It seems that Chuck chose the wrong people to assault that night and those people who were attacked by Chuck, had decided to press charges and it was up to Drake to bring in Chuck. Although now it now seemed it's not going to be as easy as past arrests.
“COME ON CHUCK! YOU KNOW YOUR JUST MAKING THIS WORSE FOR YOURSELF!” Drake said trying to defuse the situation.
“NO I'M MAKING IT HARDER FOR YOU....COP!” Chuck spat just before he let off a round.
'Was that a shotgun blast?' thought Drake as he took cover. 'He didn't have that before. Shit how many guns did he have in there?' Drake realized that if he didn't calm this guy down before things got worse the situation would spiral out of control and quickly, there were kids in the neighboring apartments.
“Chuck....look it's me, Drake. You know from the 27th?”
“SO WHAT?!”
“You know me, you know us at the 27th. Have I, we ever steered you wrong? I just need to talk....seriously. So why don't you just let me come in there and we could talk?” Drake tried.
“I'M NOT STUPID! I KNOW WHY YOU'RE HERE! THOSE TWO FAGS THAT I GOT INTO A FIGHT WITH TONIGHT! THEY PROBABLY WENT RUNNING TO THE POLICE, HUH?! AFTER I TAUGHT THEM A LESSON?!” Chuck half screamed.
“Well I don't know about that, I just wanted to talk to you that's all.” Drake lied.
“BULLSHIT!” Chuck yelled and stood from his prone position behind his battered coffee table, which he had turned on it's side for cover. Chuck prepared to let off another round when the shotgun suddenly jammed. “SHIIIIT!” he screeched in frustration as he tried to unjam the gun.
Drake saw his opportunity and launched himself into the tiny apartment and prayed to God and all that was holy that the gun didn't unjam before he got to Chuck. Suddenly it was like time stopped and everything was moving in super slow motion. He saw, in the seconds before he reached Chuck the muzzle of the shotgun raised to fire after it had been successfully unjammed. It was too late now to stop. Drake launched himself at the suspect full throttle and prayed that God was on his side when he felt his body slam into Chuck's and the shotgun go off not but a few inches from behind his head.
As they slammed to the floor together Drake heard the shotgun hit the floor and skitter off to his left, even through the incessant ringing in his ears that the shotgun had caused and from the angle his head was turned as he gulped in the air that was knocked out, back into his lungs he saw that luckily the hand gun that Chuck was initially using was still on the ground by the coffee table. It took Drake all of a few seconds to ascertain the situation before he sat up and while Chuck was disoriented, quickly flipped him onto his stomach cuffed and mirandized him.
“You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and may be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you do not have an attorney one will be provided for you.” Drake panted. “And if your lucky you'll get one that's not a complete moron.” he added for good measure as he stood up and grimaced in pain. His entire right side was hurting like hell and he felt light headed. As Drake steadied himself he heard sirens in the distance and thought, 'well better late than never' and promptly passed out.
“.... six bruised ribs and a mild concussion, but he should be okay. He'll be in a considerable amount of pain, but I'll prescribe something. We'll be able to release him tomorrow morning, but he needs to stay tonight for observation until then.”
“Thank you Doctor.”
“No problem. If you need me you can just have the nurses station page me.”
“Will do. Thanks again.”
Drake heard the tail end of the conversation through a fog of pain and painkillers, he couldn't even identify the voice that was talking to the doctor, but he knew it sounded really familiar. It seemed the little run-in he had with Chuck put him in his current predicament, but he wasn't shot and that was all pluses across the board as far as he was concerned.
Soon Drake heard footsteps coming closer and he slowly opened his eyes to see who it was and regretted it, when the light in the room caused his head to spin and his already abused stomach to lurch. It felt like daggers were being stabbed into his eyes, pulling a groan of pain from him, which caught the attention of the person in the room.
“Drake?”
“Ryo?” Drake murmured as he raised his right hand towards his face and felt his ribs protest the movement in turn making his roiling stomach make up it's mind that keeping food down was the last thing it wanted to do. “I'm gonna hurl.” Drake said before he leaned over the bed and emptied the contents of his stomach onto the floor.
“Nice.” Dee grimaced, entering just in time to see Drake throw up. “I'll go get a nurse.” Dee said backing out of the room looking a little green around the gills himself.
“Here.” Ryo said going around to the other side of the bed and handing Drake a cup of ice chips. “The doctor said that you might be a little nauseous and disoriented when you came to.”
“He did, did he?” Drake rasped, his throat now dry and raw, gratefully accepting the cup Ryo offered. Slowly Drake's eyes adjusted to the bright lights of the room and soon was able to open his eyes completely without feeling like the world was going topsy turvy. “Thanks.”
“You gave us quite a scare there when we came on the scene. We heard the call come in and couldn't believe it was Chuck.”
“Well believe it.” Drake grunted, as he felt his abdominal muscles twitch, aggravating his damaged ribs. “Shouldn't you be at home Ryo. You and Dee have been on the clock all night, right?.”
“Yeah, but when Dee heard it was you.....well he kinda insisted we come back you up. We were practically out the door on our way home when the call came.” Ryo informed Drake.
“Sorry, I guess what I did was pretty stupid, not waiting for back-up.”
“You got that shit right!!!” Dee shouted entering the room with one of the maintenance crew right behind him to clean up the mess Drake had made of the floor. Within minutes the floor was cleaned up and it was just Ryo, Drake and Dee. “If you didn't already have a concussion, I would hit you so hard in the head that you would definitely get one. Don't ever go into a situation like that alone.....ever again or you'll have to not just deal with me-”
“But with me.” said JJ from where he was standing in the doorway, looking furious. “Drake. Emanuel. Parker.” JJ said stalking into the room stiffly, eyes on fire.
Dee could sense when JJ was about to blow his stack and from the way his eyes glittered, concussion or no concussion, Drake was about to get it, but good. Although it would be highly amusing seeing JJ completely lay into Drake. Dee thought it best to make a hasty exit, stage right with Ryo in tow, so that they didn't get caught in the cross fire and anyway he was freaking exhausted. “See ya guys.” Dee said as he grabbed Ryo by the wrist, dragging him out the room. “Later.”
“Dee!” Ryo yelped in shock as he was forcibly dragged from the room. “Bye Drake.” Ryo exclaimed just as he was dragged completely out.
After Dee and Ryo left, the room was silent for a while before Drake decided to break the silence.
“JJ-” Drake began, but was cut off by JJ murmuring something, but Drake didn't quite catch what he'd said. “What JJ, I didn't hear that?” Drake said trying to see JJ's eyes, but his bangs were obscuring them completely with the way he had his head angled downward.
“HOW COULD YOU?!” JJ shouted, looking up with tears streaming down his face, fists clenched at his sides.
'It's a good thing this is a single room.' thought Drake as he flinched from the sheer decibel level of JJ's reaction.
“How could you do something so incredibly stupid?!”
“JJ-”
“I come in for my shift and the first thing I hear after showing up is that your in the hospital after having a run in with a gun toting Charles Michaelson, which to me is fucking baffling, but then I go and find out that the reason you ended up here is that you didn't wait for back-up, but went in on your own after the fact! Luckily on my way here Ryo contacted me and let me know that you weren't riddled with bullets and that.....and that......you would be fine.” JJ said finally petering out as his emotions overtook him and he wrapped his arms around himself and started sobbing.
As Drake watched JJ fall apart, it finally occurred to him that JJ may have thought that he had been shot or worse and that in his haste to get to the hospital he hadn't been fully informed until Ryo had taken it upon himself to inform JJ as to the real situation. 'I'll have to thank Ryo later.' thought Drake as he pictured JJ's sprint to the hospital.
Drake sat forward and slowly reached out to grasp JJ's left wrist, even though his poor bruised ribs protested the movement. He gently pulled JJ toward him and enfolded him in his arms even though it hurt like hell. “Sorry.” He apologized softly into JJ's silky hair.
It took JJ a few minutes to pull himself together and by the time he was done, Drake's hospital gown was soaked on the right side and JJ's eyes were red and puffy.
“Feel better?” Drake asked as he gingerly scooted over and made some space for JJ.
“Yeah I guess.” JJ replied after he sat on the edge of Drake's bed. “How bad is it?” he asked.
“Well the concussion is not severe, but my ribs feel like they might as well have been broken.” Drake explained.
“Well at least you're better off than Chuck.” JJ stated, while reaching out and taking Drake's hand that was resting on the bed next to him.
“What do you mean?” asked Drake confused.
“You gave him four broken ribs and he still hasn't regained consciousness, last time I checked.” JJ informed Drake as he pulled out a handkerchief from his pants pocket and blew his nose gustily with his free hand.
“I guess I kinda overdid it, huh?” Drake said sheepishly.
“You shouldn't have been in that apartment in the first place. You should have followed procedure and waited for back-up in a situation like that Drake.”
“I know that JJ, but you didn't hear the screams and cries of the kids in the apartments next door. I just wanted to keep the situation from escalating and an innocent bystander getting hurt.”
“I understand that, but what about you? You could have been injured a lot worse than you were. If Chuck had gotten lucky.....” JJ said not being able to finish.
“I know. I'll try not to take unnecessary chances in the future, but I'm not making any promises JJ. You know for yourself that the job sometimes asks for us to take some risks right?” Drake said as he ran the thumb of the hand JJ was holding in a soothing motion along the back of JJ's hand.
“Yeah. I know that, but it doesn't make it any easier when you hear that your partner in more ways than one, is in the hospital after coming face to face with a gun wielding lunatic.” JJ said looking up at Drake with a somewhat resigned look on his face. “I better get going, the Chief is not going to be too happy when he finds out I ran out on my shift.” JJ said as he slid off the bed, noticing the yawn that Drake had fought back.
“Do you really have to go?” Drake asked finally loosing the battle with yawning.
“Your tired and need some rest to recuperate after what you've been through. I'll be back to check on you tonight.” JJ said as he slid on his sunglasses to hide his reddened eyes from his earlier bought of tears.
“Fine, but.....come here.” Drake demanded as he yanked JJ forward kissing him soundly, but not without aggravating his bruised ribs.
JJ raised his hands and placed them on both sides of Drake's face and deepened the kiss. The kiss held all the relief and fear that JJ had felt, it also held all the love that he felt for the man in the hospital bed before him. He felt Drake slide his right hand into the silky strands of hair at the nape of his neck and slowly began pulling JJ forward and further onto the bed. It seemed that Drake's libido was none the worse for wear given what he had just been through, but he needed rest and JJ needed to get back to the office before the Chief sent out a search party for him.
“What do you think you're doing?” JJ asked breaking the kiss and stopping his forward progression with a hand to Drake's chest.
“Nothing.....well I thought that since I did have this room all to myself.”
“You're incredible, you horn dog.” JJ said pulling out of Drake's grasp and stepping back out of his reach. “Goodbye.”
Drake knew JJ was right and his ribs did feel like they were on fire, but that kiss was just to inviting to pass up the opportunity. 'I guess I am a horn dog.' Drake thought, but JJ was the only exception to that rule.
“Get some rest and I'll come back tonight.”
“Okay.” Drake agreed as he settled down and pulled the blankets up, within moments he was asleep, even before JJ had left.
JJ quietly walked over and placed a tender kiss on Drake's forehead before he adjusted his sunglasses and headed out, back to the office a most decidedly irate Chief.
After a couple of days the mystery as to why Mr. Charles Michaelson was in said possession of a handgun and a Sawed-off was resolved. It seemed that Mr. Michaelson had a friend who didn't have anywhere else to leave his property when he was to spend some time upstate as a resident of the penitentiary system and decided they didn't need anymore problems and directed their friend, Mr. Michaelson, as to where to find the weapons and to keep them safe till their return to civilian life.
Being as inebriated as he was Chuck actually thought it was a good idea that since he had the guns in his possession that he could use them, since he was sick and tired of spending nights in police drunk tanks and he wasn't going there that night after he'd just done everyone a favor and beat up those two “fags” for just being in the bar, with regular everyday folk.
Once Mr. Charles Michaelson regained consciousness and revealed this information. He was then informed that he wouldn't have to worry about spending anymore nights in a precinct drunk tank. He would most likely be joining his “friend” upstate as a guest of the state for aggravated assault, as well as attempted murder of a police officer. On top of that the weapons found in his possession were highly illegal and he would be doing an extra bid for having them. Chuck would be going away for a while. Those four broken ribs that Drake gave him were now the least of his worries, by far.
“I actually feel sorry for the the idiot.” Drake said as he nursed his one beer allowed for the day, since he was still on painkillers, as he lounged on JJ's couch watching TV, propped up by a thousand pillows that JJ insisted on piling up to make sure his ribs didn't ache. He actually wasn't in as much pain as he was a few days ago, but it seemed his concussion was having a hard time saying goodbye. He still got dizzy if he stood up, whether it was quickly or slowly. The world tended to tilt to the side for a second or two.
“Drunk or not, idiot or not, he still tried to shoot you Drake and you are a police officer of the great state of New York.”
“Don't do the crime if you can't take the consequences.” Drake stated draining the last of his beer and looking at the bottle mournfully, knowing that was it for the day even though he wanted another.
“Exactly and isn't it “Don't do the crime if you can't do the time”?” JJ asked from where he sat on the other end of the couch with Drakes feet on his lap.
“Same ol', same ol'.” Drake said yawning. It was actually pretty early in the day, Saturday actually, so JJ was thankfully home, but the painkillers were doing a number on his energy reserves. He couldn't wait till his ribs healed enough that he didn't need to take them anymore. He hadn't gotten to see JJ even after they had released him from the hospital. Dee and Ryo were the one's who'd shown up to get him from the hospital, with specific orders from JJ that he was to be taken directly to JJ's place, no arguments.
Because JJ had run out on his shift the other day, the Chief was on the rampage and made it clear to JJ that the only reason he was to leave the precinct until his next day off was if he was sent out to a crime scene or the building was on fire, and maybe not even then. So since he had gotten to the apartment, Drake had only seen JJ during the evening and not long because the painkillers would knock him out as soon as he would take them.
Now they finally had some time together and here he was trying not to fall asleep.
Soon JJ noticed that Drake was doing his best to keep his eyelids from drooping, but was quickly loosing the battle. “You know what I'm really tired. I'm gonna head in and take a nap, you okay?” JJ asked getting up and putting Drake's feet back on the couch where he'd been sitting.
“Actually I think I'll join you. These damn pills.” Drake said as he gingerly stood with JJ's help, his hand pressed lightly against his tender right side. “I think their more meant for you to sleep through the pain than actually to stop the pain.”
“I know what you mean.” JJ agreed, remembering when he had to take similar pills when he had been shot in the shoulder about a year ago.
After JJ had gotten Drake comfortable in the oversized bed with more than enough pillows he climbed in and placed another longer body pillow between him and Drake, allowing him to be as close to Drake as possible without bumping his still healing side, which held quite an interesting collection of dark purple bruises.
“JJ you might as well not be in the bed.” Drake stated eyeing the profusion of pillows around and between him and JJ.
“Trust me you'll thank me later. Until your side stops looking like someone took a baseball bat to it, the pillows will remain. Until then get comfortable.” JJ stated snuggling into the body pillow.
Drake understood that JJ was just trying to make him comfortable, but not feeling JJ curled up to him was something that he was not used to at all. He loved waking up to his nose buried among platinum strands in the morning and to hear JJ's steady breathing, while he was still deeply asleep. Although he did have his own apartment still, Drake stayed over at JJ's more than he did his own, so the feeling of not having JJ next to him while he slept was very foreign.
Also the fact that they hadn't had sex in about five and a half days and yes he was keeping track, was driving him up the wall. Since he and JJ started going out, their sex life had never waned, but seemed to get progressively more intense, so being unable to physically be with JJ because of his injury, as well as the Great Wall of pillows preventing him from even being able to touch the man he loved........he basically felt like screaming, but between his medication and the wonderful fluffy cotton cocoon that JJ had created for him was quickly making him fall asleep.
“You better get your rest too.” Drake said stifling a yawn. “Because once I'm completely healed I will be making up for the last five days.” Drake said just before he fell off to sleep.
JJ frowned not understanding what Drake meant, but just shook his head and settled down to take a well deserved nap.
A/N – Hey everyone well here is chapter 2. For all those of you who wanted this and is still following this wonderful couple into their growing relationship. Thank You.
I have some good news or bad news, depending. I'm starting a new job, actually in about 8 hours after this post and I don't know how it will affect my updating schedule or for that matter if my muse will abandon me completely. Hopefully not, but I'm just putting that out there just in case.
Hope you enjoyed this latest installment and I will be dragging the story back to it's original plot of the infamous party soon, once Drake heals up enough to get back to work.
Later
P.S. Please don't forget to Read and Review, it would be much appreciated. I am a review whore after all. LOL
Byeeee
Author: Daxemon
Fandom: FAKE (yaoi)
Pairing/Characters: Drake/JJ
Rating: M (for later chapters)
Warning: MAN ON MAN SEX – I can't say it any clearer people if you don't like it don't read it.
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 2 - Gamble
'Why do criminals always want to make things so hard.' Drake thought as he drew his weapon and took cover behind the door jam in the dim hallway of the dilapidated apartment building. JJ would not be happy if he got shot tonight, with their anniversary coming up, if Drake got stuck in the hospital for it, let's just say being shot would be the least of Drake's worries.
“I JUST CAME TO TALK! CAN'T WE JUST TALK?!” Drake yelled into the apartment as he prayed for back-up to get there soon.
“SURE!” yelled the voice from inside, before a barrage of gunfire erupted from inside the apartment splintering the wood near where Drake stood, forcing him to duck for cover.
“Shit!” Drake swore as he was dusted with bits of wood.
“STINKING PIGS!”
Drake really wondered what his luck was to be working the one night that the Chief needed someone to bring in Chuck. Chuck a.k.a. Charles Michaelson was wanted for two counts of first degree aggravated assault. It seems that Chuck had a bit of a temper and didn't really know how to reign it in at times. Chuck was well known down at the 27th, he'd been brought in dozens of times for being involved in more than one bar brawl or another, which was more than likely started by him. It seems that Chuck chose the wrong people to assault that night and those people who were attacked by Chuck, had decided to press charges and it was up to Drake to bring in Chuck. Although now it now seemed it's not going to be as easy as past arrests.
“COME ON CHUCK! YOU KNOW YOUR JUST MAKING THIS WORSE FOR YOURSELF!” Drake said trying to defuse the situation.
“NO I'M MAKING IT HARDER FOR YOU....COP!” Chuck spat just before he let off a round.
'Was that a shotgun blast?' thought Drake as he took cover. 'He didn't have that before. Shit how many guns did he have in there?' Drake realized that if he didn't calm this guy down before things got worse the situation would spiral out of control and quickly, there were kids in the neighboring apartments.
“Chuck....look it's me, Drake. You know from the 27th?”
“SO WHAT?!”
“You know me, you know us at the 27th. Have I, we ever steered you wrong? I just need to talk....seriously. So why don't you just let me come in there and we could talk?” Drake tried.
“I'M NOT STUPID! I KNOW WHY YOU'RE HERE! THOSE TWO FAGS THAT I GOT INTO A FIGHT WITH TONIGHT! THEY PROBABLY WENT RUNNING TO THE POLICE, HUH?! AFTER I TAUGHT THEM A LESSON?!” Chuck half screamed.
“Well I don't know about that, I just wanted to talk to you that's all.” Drake lied.
“BULLSHIT!” Chuck yelled and stood from his prone position behind his battered coffee table, which he had turned on it's side for cover. Chuck prepared to let off another round when the shotgun suddenly jammed. “SHIIIIT!” he screeched in frustration as he tried to unjam the gun.
Drake saw his opportunity and launched himself into the tiny apartment and prayed to God and all that was holy that the gun didn't unjam before he got to Chuck. Suddenly it was like time stopped and everything was moving in super slow motion. He saw, in the seconds before he reached Chuck the muzzle of the shotgun raised to fire after it had been successfully unjammed. It was too late now to stop. Drake launched himself at the suspect full throttle and prayed that God was on his side when he felt his body slam into Chuck's and the shotgun go off not but a few inches from behind his head.
As they slammed to the floor together Drake heard the shotgun hit the floor and skitter off to his left, even through the incessant ringing in his ears that the shotgun had caused and from the angle his head was turned as he gulped in the air that was knocked out, back into his lungs he saw that luckily the hand gun that Chuck was initially using was still on the ground by the coffee table. It took Drake all of a few seconds to ascertain the situation before he sat up and while Chuck was disoriented, quickly flipped him onto his stomach cuffed and mirandized him.
“You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and may be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you do not have an attorney one will be provided for you.” Drake panted. “And if your lucky you'll get one that's not a complete moron.” he added for good measure as he stood up and grimaced in pain. His entire right side was hurting like hell and he felt light headed. As Drake steadied himself he heard sirens in the distance and thought, 'well better late than never' and promptly passed out.
“.... six bruised ribs and a mild concussion, but he should be okay. He'll be in a considerable amount of pain, but I'll prescribe something. We'll be able to release him tomorrow morning, but he needs to stay tonight for observation until then.”
“Thank you Doctor.”
“No problem. If you need me you can just have the nurses station page me.”
“Will do. Thanks again.”
Drake heard the tail end of the conversation through a fog of pain and painkillers, he couldn't even identify the voice that was talking to the doctor, but he knew it sounded really familiar. It seemed the little run-in he had with Chuck put him in his current predicament, but he wasn't shot and that was all pluses across the board as far as he was concerned.
Soon Drake heard footsteps coming closer and he slowly opened his eyes to see who it was and regretted it, when the light in the room caused his head to spin and his already abused stomach to lurch. It felt like daggers were being stabbed into his eyes, pulling a groan of pain from him, which caught the attention of the person in the room.
“Drake?”
“Ryo?” Drake murmured as he raised his right hand towards his face and felt his ribs protest the movement in turn making his roiling stomach make up it's mind that keeping food down was the last thing it wanted to do. “I'm gonna hurl.” Drake said before he leaned over the bed and emptied the contents of his stomach onto the floor.
“Nice.” Dee grimaced, entering just in time to see Drake throw up. “I'll go get a nurse.” Dee said backing out of the room looking a little green around the gills himself.
“Here.” Ryo said going around to the other side of the bed and handing Drake a cup of ice chips. “The doctor said that you might be a little nauseous and disoriented when you came to.”
“He did, did he?” Drake rasped, his throat now dry and raw, gratefully accepting the cup Ryo offered. Slowly Drake's eyes adjusted to the bright lights of the room and soon was able to open his eyes completely without feeling like the world was going topsy turvy. “Thanks.”
“You gave us quite a scare there when we came on the scene. We heard the call come in and couldn't believe it was Chuck.”
“Well believe it.” Drake grunted, as he felt his abdominal muscles twitch, aggravating his damaged ribs. “Shouldn't you be at home Ryo. You and Dee have been on the clock all night, right?.”
“Yeah, but when Dee heard it was you.....well he kinda insisted we come back you up. We were practically out the door on our way home when the call came.” Ryo informed Drake.
“Sorry, I guess what I did was pretty stupid, not waiting for back-up.”
“You got that shit right!!!” Dee shouted entering the room with one of the maintenance crew right behind him to clean up the mess Drake had made of the floor. Within minutes the floor was cleaned up and it was just Ryo, Drake and Dee. “If you didn't already have a concussion, I would hit you so hard in the head that you would definitely get one. Don't ever go into a situation like that alone.....ever again or you'll have to not just deal with me-”
“But with me.” said JJ from where he was standing in the doorway, looking furious. “Drake. Emanuel. Parker.” JJ said stalking into the room stiffly, eyes on fire.
Dee could sense when JJ was about to blow his stack and from the way his eyes glittered, concussion or no concussion, Drake was about to get it, but good. Although it would be highly amusing seeing JJ completely lay into Drake. Dee thought it best to make a hasty exit, stage right with Ryo in tow, so that they didn't get caught in the cross fire and anyway he was freaking exhausted. “See ya guys.” Dee said as he grabbed Ryo by the wrist, dragging him out the room. “Later.”
“Dee!” Ryo yelped in shock as he was forcibly dragged from the room. “Bye Drake.” Ryo exclaimed just as he was dragged completely out.
After Dee and Ryo left, the room was silent for a while before Drake decided to break the silence.
“JJ-” Drake began, but was cut off by JJ murmuring something, but Drake didn't quite catch what he'd said. “What JJ, I didn't hear that?” Drake said trying to see JJ's eyes, but his bangs were obscuring them completely with the way he had his head angled downward.
“HOW COULD YOU?!” JJ shouted, looking up with tears streaming down his face, fists clenched at his sides.
'It's a good thing this is a single room.' thought Drake as he flinched from the sheer decibel level of JJ's reaction.
“How could you do something so incredibly stupid?!”
“JJ-”
“I come in for my shift and the first thing I hear after showing up is that your in the hospital after having a run in with a gun toting Charles Michaelson, which to me is fucking baffling, but then I go and find out that the reason you ended up here is that you didn't wait for back-up, but went in on your own after the fact! Luckily on my way here Ryo contacted me and let me know that you weren't riddled with bullets and that.....and that......you would be fine.” JJ said finally petering out as his emotions overtook him and he wrapped his arms around himself and started sobbing.
As Drake watched JJ fall apart, it finally occurred to him that JJ may have thought that he had been shot or worse and that in his haste to get to the hospital he hadn't been fully informed until Ryo had taken it upon himself to inform JJ as to the real situation. 'I'll have to thank Ryo later.' thought Drake as he pictured JJ's sprint to the hospital.
Drake sat forward and slowly reached out to grasp JJ's left wrist, even though his poor bruised ribs protested the movement. He gently pulled JJ toward him and enfolded him in his arms even though it hurt like hell. “Sorry.” He apologized softly into JJ's silky hair.
It took JJ a few minutes to pull himself together and by the time he was done, Drake's hospital gown was soaked on the right side and JJ's eyes were red and puffy.
“Feel better?” Drake asked as he gingerly scooted over and made some space for JJ.
“Yeah I guess.” JJ replied after he sat on the edge of Drake's bed. “How bad is it?” he asked.
“Well the concussion is not severe, but my ribs feel like they might as well have been broken.” Drake explained.
“Well at least you're better off than Chuck.” JJ stated, while reaching out and taking Drake's hand that was resting on the bed next to him.
“What do you mean?” asked Drake confused.
“You gave him four broken ribs and he still hasn't regained consciousness, last time I checked.” JJ informed Drake as he pulled out a handkerchief from his pants pocket and blew his nose gustily with his free hand.
“I guess I kinda overdid it, huh?” Drake said sheepishly.
“You shouldn't have been in that apartment in the first place. You should have followed procedure and waited for back-up in a situation like that Drake.”
“I know that JJ, but you didn't hear the screams and cries of the kids in the apartments next door. I just wanted to keep the situation from escalating and an innocent bystander getting hurt.”
“I understand that, but what about you? You could have been injured a lot worse than you were. If Chuck had gotten lucky.....” JJ said not being able to finish.
“I know. I'll try not to take unnecessary chances in the future, but I'm not making any promises JJ. You know for yourself that the job sometimes asks for us to take some risks right?” Drake said as he ran the thumb of the hand JJ was holding in a soothing motion along the back of JJ's hand.
“Yeah. I know that, but it doesn't make it any easier when you hear that your partner in more ways than one, is in the hospital after coming face to face with a gun wielding lunatic.” JJ said looking up at Drake with a somewhat resigned look on his face. “I better get going, the Chief is not going to be too happy when he finds out I ran out on my shift.” JJ said as he slid off the bed, noticing the yawn that Drake had fought back.
“Do you really have to go?” Drake asked finally loosing the battle with yawning.
“Your tired and need some rest to recuperate after what you've been through. I'll be back to check on you tonight.” JJ said as he slid on his sunglasses to hide his reddened eyes from his earlier bought of tears.
“Fine, but.....come here.” Drake demanded as he yanked JJ forward kissing him soundly, but not without aggravating his bruised ribs.
JJ raised his hands and placed them on both sides of Drake's face and deepened the kiss. The kiss held all the relief and fear that JJ had felt, it also held all the love that he felt for the man in the hospital bed before him. He felt Drake slide his right hand into the silky strands of hair at the nape of his neck and slowly began pulling JJ forward and further onto the bed. It seemed that Drake's libido was none the worse for wear given what he had just been through, but he needed rest and JJ needed to get back to the office before the Chief sent out a search party for him.
“What do you think you're doing?” JJ asked breaking the kiss and stopping his forward progression with a hand to Drake's chest.
“Nothing.....well I thought that since I did have this room all to myself.”
“You're incredible, you horn dog.” JJ said pulling out of Drake's grasp and stepping back out of his reach. “Goodbye.”
Drake knew JJ was right and his ribs did feel like they were on fire, but that kiss was just to inviting to pass up the opportunity. 'I guess I am a horn dog.' Drake thought, but JJ was the only exception to that rule.
“Get some rest and I'll come back tonight.”
“Okay.” Drake agreed as he settled down and pulled the blankets up, within moments he was asleep, even before JJ had left.
JJ quietly walked over and placed a tender kiss on Drake's forehead before he adjusted his sunglasses and headed out, back to the office a most decidedly irate Chief.
After a couple of days the mystery as to why Mr. Charles Michaelson was in said possession of a handgun and a Sawed-off was resolved. It seemed that Mr. Michaelson had a friend who didn't have anywhere else to leave his property when he was to spend some time upstate as a resident of the penitentiary system and decided they didn't need anymore problems and directed their friend, Mr. Michaelson, as to where to find the weapons and to keep them safe till their return to civilian life.
Being as inebriated as he was Chuck actually thought it was a good idea that since he had the guns in his possession that he could use them, since he was sick and tired of spending nights in police drunk tanks and he wasn't going there that night after he'd just done everyone a favor and beat up those two “fags” for just being in the bar, with regular everyday folk.
Once Mr. Charles Michaelson regained consciousness and revealed this information. He was then informed that he wouldn't have to worry about spending anymore nights in a precinct drunk tank. He would most likely be joining his “friend” upstate as a guest of the state for aggravated assault, as well as attempted murder of a police officer. On top of that the weapons found in his possession were highly illegal and he would be doing an extra bid for having them. Chuck would be going away for a while. Those four broken ribs that Drake gave him were now the least of his worries, by far.
“I actually feel sorry for the the idiot.” Drake said as he nursed his one beer allowed for the day, since he was still on painkillers, as he lounged on JJ's couch watching TV, propped up by a thousand pillows that JJ insisted on piling up to make sure his ribs didn't ache. He actually wasn't in as much pain as he was a few days ago, but it seemed his concussion was having a hard time saying goodbye. He still got dizzy if he stood up, whether it was quickly or slowly. The world tended to tilt to the side for a second or two.
“Drunk or not, idiot or not, he still tried to shoot you Drake and you are a police officer of the great state of New York.”
“Don't do the crime if you can't take the consequences.” Drake stated draining the last of his beer and looking at the bottle mournfully, knowing that was it for the day even though he wanted another.
“Exactly and isn't it “Don't do the crime if you can't do the time”?” JJ asked from where he sat on the other end of the couch with Drakes feet on his lap.
“Same ol', same ol'.” Drake said yawning. It was actually pretty early in the day, Saturday actually, so JJ was thankfully home, but the painkillers were doing a number on his energy reserves. He couldn't wait till his ribs healed enough that he didn't need to take them anymore. He hadn't gotten to see JJ even after they had released him from the hospital. Dee and Ryo were the one's who'd shown up to get him from the hospital, with specific orders from JJ that he was to be taken directly to JJ's place, no arguments.
Because JJ had run out on his shift the other day, the Chief was on the rampage and made it clear to JJ that the only reason he was to leave the precinct until his next day off was if he was sent out to a crime scene or the building was on fire, and maybe not even then. So since he had gotten to the apartment, Drake had only seen JJ during the evening and not long because the painkillers would knock him out as soon as he would take them.
Now they finally had some time together and here he was trying not to fall asleep.
Soon JJ noticed that Drake was doing his best to keep his eyelids from drooping, but was quickly loosing the battle. “You know what I'm really tired. I'm gonna head in and take a nap, you okay?” JJ asked getting up and putting Drake's feet back on the couch where he'd been sitting.
“Actually I think I'll join you. These damn pills.” Drake said as he gingerly stood with JJ's help, his hand pressed lightly against his tender right side. “I think their more meant for you to sleep through the pain than actually to stop the pain.”
“I know what you mean.” JJ agreed, remembering when he had to take similar pills when he had been shot in the shoulder about a year ago.
After JJ had gotten Drake comfortable in the oversized bed with more than enough pillows he climbed in and placed another longer body pillow between him and Drake, allowing him to be as close to Drake as possible without bumping his still healing side, which held quite an interesting collection of dark purple bruises.
“JJ you might as well not be in the bed.” Drake stated eyeing the profusion of pillows around and between him and JJ.
“Trust me you'll thank me later. Until your side stops looking like someone took a baseball bat to it, the pillows will remain. Until then get comfortable.” JJ stated snuggling into the body pillow.
Drake understood that JJ was just trying to make him comfortable, but not feeling JJ curled up to him was something that he was not used to at all. He loved waking up to his nose buried among platinum strands in the morning and to hear JJ's steady breathing, while he was still deeply asleep. Although he did have his own apartment still, Drake stayed over at JJ's more than he did his own, so the feeling of not having JJ next to him while he slept was very foreign.
Also the fact that they hadn't had sex in about five and a half days and yes he was keeping track, was driving him up the wall. Since he and JJ started going out, their sex life had never waned, but seemed to get progressively more intense, so being unable to physically be with JJ because of his injury, as well as the Great Wall of pillows preventing him from even being able to touch the man he loved........he basically felt like screaming, but between his medication and the wonderful fluffy cotton cocoon that JJ had created for him was quickly making him fall asleep.
“You better get your rest too.” Drake said stifling a yawn. “Because once I'm completely healed I will be making up for the last five days.” Drake said just before he fell off to sleep.
JJ frowned not understanding what Drake meant, but just shook his head and settled down to take a well deserved nap.
A/N – Hey everyone well here is chapter 2. For all those of you who wanted this and is still following this wonderful couple into their growing relationship. Thank You.
I have some good news or bad news, depending. I'm starting a new job, actually in about 8 hours after this post and I don't know how it will affect my updating schedule or for that matter if my muse will abandon me completely. Hopefully not, but I'm just putting that out there just in case.
Hope you enjoyed this latest installment and I will be dragging the story back to it's original plot of the infamous party soon, once Drake heals up enough to get back to work.
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