Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Usual Energy ❯ An accident of time ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter One: An accident of time

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JJ hummed softly as he stared through the scope, shifting slightly to dislodge the rock that was pressing into his stomach. He hated laying across a rooftops, they were always littered in things. Empty windows…always much easier to hide in for long periods of time.

He leaned forward again, checking his shot line through the scope, watching the hostage and her 'care taker' again…well, as much as he could. He drew his eyes away from the view as the captor smacked the poor girl again, his gaze instead falling down to the cops on the street who were working on a plan to get her out unharmed…although it was too late for that. Right now they were shooting for un-dead.

A small smile crossed his lips as he caught sight of a dark head of hair moving through the crowd, shirt unbuttoned and flapping slightly in the breeze that had kicked up. The only thing keeping the shirt on that frame was the black shoulder holster which saved the detective from being chewed out for in appropriate work attire but it really was a pity from JJ's point of view. The sight would have broken his boredom quite well.

He returned his gaze to the scope and cursed loudly. In the short time he had looked away, his entire shot had been screwed up. "Fucking pigeons." he grumbled before grabbing his radio.
"Problem on the south roof, my shot is screwed by a bird." He released the button and examined the window across the street carefully, cursing more.

"Any way you can adjust the shot?"

"Negative, his head is directly behind the bird. I can still use the shot but I can't be sure."

There was the sound of a curse coming over the air. "McLean, what's your line?"

"Unless you got a thing against Art Deco prints I have nothing. They're still near the bed."

"Then it's yours, Addams, don't shoot unless you have to with that bird in the way."

"Will do," JJ said before tossing the radio to the side, checking his scope again, cracking his neck slightly as he did. He watched his magnified view of a pigeon cleaning it's feathers, growing bored yet again.

He was just about to take a sneak peak at Dee again when the pigeon flapped it's wings twice before taking off, clearing his view. He mentally cheered, then cursed. The suspect now had the
hostage by the hair, a knife starting to slide along her throat.

JJ's eyes narrowed slightly and he squeezed down on the trigger, bracing himself as the riffle and stand moved back slightly. His eyes widened just as the shot went off, speeding through the air.

The hostage had moved.

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JJ stared at the liquid in his half empty beer bottle, his gaze foggy and out of focus. He had spent the past three days on his couch 'enjoying' his temporary suspension. IA was still trying to figure out what exactly had happened; there was only one witness and that was JJ himself. Ryo couldn't
see the events in question and the other sniper, Kingsley or something like that had been adjusting his scope.

Three days he had spent staring at these same walls. Three days he had replayed the incident in his mind. Three days he had listened to the hostage's family scream at him through his answering machine.

Two days ago he had cut ties with the only ones willing to sit with him, by screaming at them until they had fled. Even in the midst of his outburst he hadn't missed the looks Drake and Dee had shared. They didn't understand. They didn't see her face every time they closed their eyes. Only Ryo came close to understanding. He had been there, seeing the same scenes through
an open doorway. But he still hadn't squeezed down on that trigger. He hadn't fucked up.

JJ let his head fall onto his arms, cursing softly. The week had been so promising when he woke up Monday morning, bright and shiny, with no thoughts beyond getting coffee and teasing Drake. By noon, coffee and sexual innuendo were the last things on JJ's mind as he laid his gun on Rose's desk.

JJ blew a lock of lavender hair from his eyes and sat up slowly, hissing as his spine locked up. He really had spent too much time on that couch. He needed to get out, needed air, needed a release. The stress was going to kill him.

Standing, he bent backwards to pop his back before flicking the remote absently at the muted television, making the screen go black. He stared at the dying picture, then shook his head, heading for the bathroom. It had been three days since he showered.

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Music blared, it's beat being felt through the floor and walls. Lights flashed across the club, illuminating the writhing, pressing mob in strange bursts before leaving them in darkness.
Smoke curled across the floor up to the knees, causing some of the less talented to stumble when they glanced down to gain their barrings. Drinks flowed freely from the bar, only a handful actually paying, the rest mooching off their partners, friends or complete strangers.

JJ closed his eyes as the music switched beats, becoming harder, pressing against his body in a tactile faction. He moaned softly, feeling a body press against his back and a smirk curled over his lips. He pressed back, allowing hands to run over his chest, his mesh tank top causing interesting sensations against his skin.

Lips tasted his neck, forcing JJ to moan again and press back harder, his head falling to the side. He blinked open his eyes, lashes heavy with glitter, causing him to squint for a few minutes before finally seeing clearly. He watched the dancers in front of him perform clothed versions
of sex as his own body was manipulated by the stranger behind him. As another man joined JJ, pressing against the front of his body, he closed his eyes again, giving himself over to the music.

After a few minutes of letting his mind float on a haze of sex and music, he pulled away from his partners, giving them an apologetic smile before making his way through the crowded dance floor and tables, heading for the exit.

He took a deep breath of the crisp, cool air, his head tilting back as a breeze started to cool the sweat on his body. He would have peeled off his leather pants if he didn't think it would get him arrested; he was so damn hot.

JJ started to shiver as his body cooled down, and he wished that he had remembered to bring a jacket. He wrapped his arms around his body, leaning against the brick wall, eyes closing, jaw clenching to keep his teeth from knocking together.

"If you don't cling to me like a monkey.I'll help you out." A voice said, and JJ turned his head, watching as Dee bent his head slightly, lighting a cigarette. JJ nodded at him, and Dee moved closer, wrapping his arms around the shorter man, his jacket covering JJ's arms. "You really should wear more clothes, JJ. How many bodies do we find in the winter from exposure?"

"Enough," JJ said, his eyes still closed, using the rest of his senses to get by for the moment. Although Dee's cologne was seriously fucking with his sense of smell.

The pair stood in silence, Dee's hands running up and down JJ's arms as they shared warmth, picking up the glitter that decorated the man's skin. JJ reached down and took the cigarette
from the hand pausing on his waist, taking a long drag, his head falling back slightly as he blew it out in a long slow stream.

"How come I couldn't have this when I actually cared?" JJ asked, placing the cigarette between Dee's lips, holding onto it as he took a drag.

"Because you're an annoying monkey who likes to try to send me to the hospital."

"Hmm," JJ said absently, watching the stars, taking another drag. 'It would have been nice. Having you in bed." He said, smoke spilling out with the words.

Dee leaned closer to JJ's mouth and inhaled, making a face at the smell of alcohol coming from him. 'How much have you drank, Jemmy?"

"A few beers,"

Dee raised an eyebrow and JJ smirked. "At home. Then a few cocktails here. Then a glass of wine or two."

"JJ,"

"I'm suspended from work, I'm not driving home, and I'm young. It's no worry, Dee. Don't mother me, that's Ryo and Drake's job."

Dee shrugged and pulled JJ into the circle of his arms, simply holding him. The pair looked up a moment later as the exit door opened and Ryo leaned out, looking at them. "Are you coming back in, Dee?" he asked, holding out his hand.

Dee nodded and took the cigarette, taking a final drag before handing the last bit of it to JJ. He took Ryo's hand, pulling him close and kissing him softly before looking back at JJ. "You coming, JJ?"

JJ nodded and took the last drag of the cigarette, watching Ryo stare at him. Ryo tilted his head slightly, studying JJ before shaking his head. "You know you can talk to us, JJ. We're here for you. We aren't judging you."

JJ's eyes narrowed slightly, and he pushed off the wall, moving closer to Ryo. He leaned in and kissed the other man, exhaling the smoke into the blond's mouth, smirking as Ryo choked slightly. "There's nothing to talk about." he said, flicking the cigarette side and moving past them and into the thick of the dance floor.

Dee and Ryo stared after him, wondering what was going on with their unusually moody friend.