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Prison Rose

 

by Mori Ryoshi

 

 

 

Disclaimer: I do not own FAKE or Sanami Matoh's wonderful characters.

 

Summary: A murder investigation requires an undercover assignment in New York City's Sing Sing prison. The job requirements include: knowledge of weapons, blond or light brown hair, and a protective personality. Ryo would be perfect; but, he arrested the suspect in the first place. Enter Commissioner Berkley Rose, tall, blond, violet eyes, and perfect for playing the part.

 

Dee's warning bells are set off when the events begin to unfold. Will his predictions be correct or is his internal radar off this time? How will a cop deal with one of the most difficult situations a person can be placed in? And, what the heck is wrong with that guard?

 

 

Rating: NC-17, adults only

Warnings: Yaoi, violence, racial hatred, mature themes, loving sex, and rape (chapters will be clearly marked)

 

Pairings: Ryo/Dee, J.J./Drake, Berkley/?, OC's/OC's

Timeframe: The present

Series: None, standalone story

 

 

Prison Rose

 

 

Prologue

 

“Um, Dee?” Ryo prompted softly from across their desks.

 

“What?” Dee looked up from copy of the report he'd been reading. “What's wrong?” He asked when he saw Ryo's expression.

 

“I can't do this assignment.”

 

“You can do it. Heck, you've handled things more difficult than this. Remember when you went undercover in that strip club? Geez, if there was anything you couldn't do, that was it.” Dee gave his partner a lopsided grin. “This should be a cakewalk for you. You know all about guns and stuff. You've done the military thing; so, you must know about bigger stuff like missiles, grenades, etc.” As Ryo shook his head, Dee's confusion deepened. “What? You don't know that stuff?” He tried using his humor to diffuse the situation. “You're telling me, you've been faking all this time? That you don't know about guns?”

 

Finally, Ryo grinned and chuckled softly. “That's not it at all.” He paused and sighed. “I arrested this guy. I even handled his interrogation and testified at the trial. He knows me.”

 

“Oh.” For once, Dee was speechless.

 

“Exactly.”

 

The two men sat in silence for several minutes before Detective Adams came bouncing into the office. His lavender hair seemed even brighter when combined with his massive grin.

 

“Well, he's happy. Must have just been laid,” Dee muttered under his breath.

 

“Behave, Dee.” Ryo's warning whisper made the raven-haired detective frown before he plastered a saccharin smile on his face. With a shake of his head, Ryo turned to J.J., who was oblivious to their little exchange. “What's got you so happy, J.J.?”

 

“Drake is so romantic! He surprised me with breakfast in bed after the most wonderful wake up call,” J.J. answered in words that seemed to stumble over each other.

 

“Okay, too much information,” Dee started as he covered his ears and shook his head.

 

Ryo grinned and shook his head. “At least, he isn't glomping you anymore,” He thought. He looked at his partner and grinned even more widely before blushing madly as he remembered how he was awakened that morning.

 

“Oh, you had an interesting alarm clock to, Ryo,” J.J. said as he accurately identified the underlying cause of Ryo's reddening face. He flopped into the chair at the end of Ryo's desk and switched into `serious J.J.-mode'. “So, you ready to go to prison?”

 

Having put his hands down when J.J.'s lips had stopped moving, Dee frowned at the young detective's question. “He can't do the assignment. He arrested Gideon in the first place.” He frowned and looked at Ryo. “I thought the 27th was your first assignment?”

 

“It was my first assignment as a detective. I handled the arrest before that. It's the case I earned my promotion on.” When he noticed the questioning looks on the other two men's faces, he started to explain. “The case was being handled by one of the detective units at the 10th where I was assigned. I'd overheard them talking about it in the lunchroom and realized that I knew the guy they were talking about. He'd been in the military when I was and we were even on the same base assignment. There'd been talk then that he was involved in some scheme to sell military weapons to criminals and other governments. We never had any solid evidence that he was involved; even though he worked in the weapon's depot and had access to weapons that subsequently went missing.”

 

“Why wasn't that enough?” J.J. asked.

 

“Because the government can't keep track of anything. If you can't be certain that you had something in the first place, you can't be certain it was stolen. Most of the weapons that ended up `missing' were lacking proper documentation: purchase orders, inventory forms, placement records, etc. Without that paperwork, you couldn't prove the weapons hadn't been properly transferred to another facility or even if they were destroyed because of budget cuts. Remember, this was in the 1990's when Clinton was making massive cuts in the military budgets. We just didn't have the personnel and budget to handle the `little things' like handling paperwork or keeping proper track of inventory. Also, weapons and ammunition were regularly being gathered for destruction.” Ryo paused for a moment and sighed. “That was the reason I got out of the military when I did.”

 

“Yeah, I understand that.” J.J. nodded and frowned. “I wanted to go into the military; but, I couldn't meet the minimum height requirements.” He shrugged. “Oh, well, they missed out on a fantastic shooter.”

 

“One of the best,” Ryo agreed. After he and Dee had gotten together, J.J. had done the right thing and backed off on his pursuit. Once Dee was out of the way, the two snipers had become friends, pushing each other to greater accuracy with their weapons, and even allowing them to work together on several investigations that required extensive knowledge of weapons for various undercover assignments.

 

“So, how did you end up catching this guy?” J.J.'s question brought Ryo back on track.

 

“Well, since I hadn't gotten the chance to catch him when I was an MP, I decided that I would get him this time.” Ryo leaned back in his desk chair and smiled slightly. “I still had my personal notes from the base investigation; so, when I went home that evening, I dug them out and started looking through them to find something that might give me an in with the guy. I'd noted that he'd had contact with several individuals who had previous convictions on gunrunning and that one of them worked out of New York City. I continued working through the notes and came up with several points that might help identify his base, where he might be hiding out, and how I might be able to make contact with him. I contacted one of his old Army buddies and made up a story about how I needed to get in touch with him, that I might have a source he could use to expand his business. The buddy assumed I'd been involved with Gideon's enterprise on base and gave me a pair of contact numbers, a cell phone and a pager. I made contact and was up front about being a low-level cop and made it sound like I was disillusioned with my work. I took it a step further and mentioned that I worked in the property and weapon's rooms and that I'd been the one to `lose' some important paperwork from the military investigation.” Ryo laughed softly. “He bought it. It turns out one of the military investigators had told him that the only reason he hadn't been caught was that someone had misplaced some documents in the case. I didn't find that out until later.” Ryo leaned forward and tapped the case folder. “He wanted to know what I had and we set up a meeting time and place.”

 

“You didn't have those documents though, right Ryo?” J.J. didn't think Ryo would have hidden documents. He was one of the most upstanding and ethical investigators he'd worked with. Over the years, he'd met many detectives who were wiling to take shortcuts or bend the rules when the situation demanded. With Ryo, the only time he bent the rules was when Dee, Bikky, or one of his fellow officers was in danger.

 

“I didn't. But, I was familiar with the types of documents that would have been needed to prove what he'd been doing on base. Over the next several hours, I put together a large envelop of documents that would have been more than enough to have arrested and convicted him. The next day I met him on my lunch break, just as we'd planned and I showed him the forged documents. That convinced him that I'd been the one to keep him out of prison. I told him those were copies and the originals were in a safe place, complete with orders of their coming to light in the event something happened to me.” Ryo tapped the folder again. “There should be a copy of that information in the evidence locker. We used them in court to show why he was willing to trust me in the first place.”

 

“What happened next?” Dee asked with a wide grin. He loved it when Ryo went a little rogue during an investigation. It didn't happen often; but, he loved it when it did happen.

 

“I explained that I wanted a cut of the action in exchange for feeding him weapons, explosives, and just about anything else from the property and weapon's rooms.”

 

J.J. shivered a little as he thought about his friend, Max. A lot of what Ryo was talking about doing, Max had actually done.

 

Ryo noticed J.J.'s discomfort and immediately identified the reason for it. “I'm sorry, J.J.. I'd forgotten about Max.”

 

“It's okay. I'm starting to realize what might have tempted him into doing it.”

 

“Yeah,” Ryo agreed. “I would have never followed through on things; but in setting things up, I realized how easy it would have been to have done it.”

 

“So, what was he interested in?” Dee asked, impatiently.

 

“We set up a meet that Saturday. With the meet two days away, I had to come up with something that would hold his interest. He wanted me to bring a sample of the type of merchandize I could get and if it passed muster, we had a deal. I went to one of the detectives and told him that I was an old friend of the guy they'd been discussing. After explaining that I'd been in the military with him and briefly going over the investigation and such, I dropped the fact that I had a meeting set up with him and needed something to hook him.” Ryo chuckled. “They didn't know if I was bluffing or not. That was when I showed them the documents that I'd worked up and their significance. One of the detectives wanted to turn me over to the chief and have me disciplined; the other wanted to run with it. It turns out; they both wanted the guy arrested more than the one wanted me disciplined. They set me up with a case of AK's, a rocket launcher, and most importantly, a case of C-4. It's amazing what you can find in our evidence rooms.”

 

J.J. chucked as he thought about some of the things they'd confiscated over the years. “That's an understatement, Ryo.”

 

“I wore a wire to the meet. He never even checked me, which was stupid. The detectives and a SWAT team were waiting down the road and when he said, `It looks great. You've got a deal; here's your first cut,' they moved in. By the time they got into the warehouse, I had him cuffed and had read him his rights. As we were driving back to the house, Donald commented that he wasn't sure if I should be disciplined, have my badge taken away, or if I should be promoted.”

 

“Donald Crater?” Dee asked. Ryo nodded in agreement. “Damn, you were lucky. He's known as a ball-buster and a stickler for everyone knowing their place. He's big on hierarchy and once busted a traffic cop for making a drug arrest. I guess he'd have preferred that she hand out the parking ticket, call narcotics for the drug bust, and hope the guy didn't drive away before they got there.”

 

“I heard about that. Maybe he mellowed in the years between that case and Gideon's.” Ryo leaned back and looked at the other two men. “Regardless, I made the arrest so I can't go undercover. He won't buy the same story twice.”

 

“Plus, it would be too dangerous since he knows you're a cop. That's a death sentence behind bars.” J.J.'s simple statement made the others nod.

 

Dee sighed. “I'd be willing to do it; I've got plenty of friends inside. I grew up with a lot of them. The problem is, I don't know about military weapons. I don't think I can get up to speed fast enough.”

 

The three men looked up at the soft knock on the doorframe. “Am I interrupting?” Berkley asked as he stepped into the office. He carried two files in his left hand.

 

“Not at all, Sir,” Ryo said immediately. “Dee, clean that chair off so the commissioner can sit down.”

 

“Thank you, that's not necessary. I just saw the case.”

 

“We've been talking about that,” Dee spoke up. He still didn't care for his boss; but, he had to admit that he did his job very well and always took care of the officers under his command. “Maybe if Ryo and J.J. work with me, I can get up to speed quickly enough.” Dee frowned as he watched Berkley's expression shift. “What is it?”

 

“You won't fit the profile, Dee.” Berkley's words drew confused glances from the detectives.

 

“Profile? We're missing something?” J.J. asked.

 

“I think you should look at this.” He laid one file on Ryo's desk.

 

The detective opened the file, read through the brief summary, and glanced over several pictures that were attached before looking up. “Is this one of Gideon's people?”

 

“Yes. We believe he's one of the low level runners Gideon was using. He's been identified from the prison visitation logs as Michael Astor.” Berkley paused a moment, then continued. “When he was in the military, did he normally associate with specific groups of people?”

 

Ryo thought a moment and frowned deeply. “He hated being around blacks, Hispanics, minorities, and women. Now that I think about it, most of the people in his crowd were tall with blond hair, blue eyes, and above average intelligence. There were a few with light-brown hair, not many.”

 

“Nordic features.”

 

“Aryan features,” Dee said with irritation.

 

“Exactly,” Berkley agreed with a nod. “I got this through Agent Spacey. Gideon is on the terrorist watch list.” He laid the other folder on Ryo's desk.

 

“Okay, he's a Nazi, white-supremacist. That really narrows down the field of people we can use for this assignment,” Ryo stated as he looked at the commissioner.

 

“Yes, it does. Further in that file, we know that all his known associates have Nordic/Aryan features. It's suspected that all his customers share his beliefs.”

 

Ryo glanced between the two files. “So what's the significance of Michael Astor, here? He looks the part. Why was he murdered?”

 

“There was a note found on the body. In short, it said, `Liars to the cause will be weeded out and eliminated.' When Michael Astor's prints were run, they came back Michael Rosenthal.”

 

Ryo shook his head over Berkley's words. “He was Jewish,” J.J. observed. “Or at least he had Jewish blood somewhere in his lineage.”

 

“And he was murdered for it,” Dee said.

 

“That's what it looks like,” Berkley said. “I got the Astor/Rosenthal case from the 15th. So far, it's unsolved but all fingers point toward Gideon's organization. We don't know who pulled the trigger.”

 

“This brings it to five murders associated with his organization?” J.J. asked.

 

Berkley nodded. “It does. The brass is riding me about this case.” He held up a hand to stop Dee's tirade before it started. “They don't care that we've only had the case since this morning. I've already received seven phone calls about it; they all want to know when we can expect to have an arrest of the shooter or shooters and the person who called for the hits.”

 

“Is there a chance there are more hits planned?” Ryo questioned.

 

“We don't know. I don't think it's going to stop here.” Berkley sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “Finish reading through those files. I want to have a meeting on this case at three, in the main conference room. Whoever goes into the prison has to fit the profile as well as have the weapon's knowledge. I've spoken to the prison and they can be ready for us as early as tomorrow morning.”

 

“That's too fast. We can't set up a cover that quickly.” Ryo shook his head and frowned.

 

“We don't have to. Diana gave me a cover.” He looked at each detective and turned to the door. “Finish reading the files and be on time.” With those last words, he left the office and headed for the chief's office.

 

“Did he say that Diana gave him a cover?” Dee asked as he turned back to the other two detectives. “Does that mean, he's going in?”

 

J.J. and Ryo exchanged confused glances before J.J. spoke up. “It would make sense. The commissioner does fit the profile.”

 

“Aryan features and weapon's knowledge,” Dee whispered. “I've got a bad feeling about this.”

 

Even though they didn't voice it, J.J. and Ryo had the same bad feeling. The trio turned back to the reports.