Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover Lovers ❯ My name is what ( Chapter 69 )

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Chapter 69: My name is what?

 

Rufus Shinra sat behind his desk he was new to this job having been Captain for about six months replacing the last one who had transferred to a different department. He had never been the type to take anything at face value and was getting ready to interview Squall Leonhart's fellow officers. He had read the young mans file earlier that week to find out more about him and why he could possibly have a sexual harassment suit filed against him. And he mustn't forget that IA was also investigating him because of his connections with the mafia.

 

He ran his fingers through his short blond hair in exasperation. His eyebrows furrowed deep into his forehead above bright blue eyes that were sparkling with anger, what the hell was going on? Squall Leonhart was a phenomenal detective and had a sterling reputation and there weren't any black marks in his record.

 

As the morning wore on the headache that had started to build behind his eyes progressively got worse as he interviewed each of the people that came in he was straightforward wanting to know if the allegations that Juan Ramirez was making against Squall were true.

 

The last person that he saw that morning was Fujin Nacnomiri she said, “You wanted to see me Captain.”

 

“Yes. Please sit down.” He said and pointed to the chair that was sitting across the desk from his own. When she was seated he continued, “What do you know about the allegations surrounding Squall Leonhart and Juan Ramirez?”

 

Fujin cocked her head slightly to the side and raised an elegantly arched eyebrow and questioned, “Excuse me?”

 

He answered bluntly, “Ramirez has filed a sexual harassment claim against Mr. Leonhart.”

 

Not able to stop it laughter erupted from her lips, but when she received an icy glare from her captain she stopped. Gaining a small measure of decorum she said just as forthrightly, “If anyone is doing the harassing its Ramirez.”

 

Rufus smiled he had heard that answer from each person whom he had interviewed. He had also found out that Squall was gay and that he was open and honest about his sexuality. It hadn't surprised him to find out that Leonhart was gay having met him on a few occasions there was just something effeminate about the young man. But he had never been one to rely on first impressions. His next question was, “Why has he never said or done anything about it?”

 

Fujin shrugged a shapely shoulder and replied, “That's something that you'll have to ask Squall.”

 

He was a little perplexed now since it had also come out during the interviews that Leonhart had just recently shown his fellow officers and detectives how to give a blowjob using a banana for visual aid. A golden brow scrunched down while it's mate shot up high and he said, “What about the banana?”

 

Fujin chuckled again and said dryly, “If you want more information on that you need to take his class at Berkley, Cock Sucking 101.”

 

Rufus raised his hand to hide the smirk that had spilled across his lips, “Thank you. That will be all for now.”

 

After she had left he kicked back in his chair and seriously pondered the situation, so far everything pointed to the fact that Ramirez was not only lying but jealous of Squall Leonhart as well. He had questioned everyone involved except for Leonhart and he knew that his answers were going to be the same as everyone else's with the exception of Ramirez. Hell even Ramirez's partner had said that Squall had never done anything to Juan, except to get laughs at the other man's expense. He had also gone on to explain that in each one of those instances that Juan had brought the whole thing on himself.

 

Glancing at the clock he saw that he had just enough time to grab some lunch before he and Sergeant Seagill were to meet with Squall Leonhart.

 

Cloud and Yazoo had left around 11:00, they needed to get to the airport and catch a plane to New York where they were planning on spending the next few days packing up Yazoo's apartment and arranging for his belongings to be shipped to the San Francisco.

 

Seifer walked into the bedroom to find that Squall had a suitcase on the bed, which he was rapidly filling with clothing for them. Over the closet door was a garment bag that had several suits hanging in it. Raising a questioning brow he asked, “Are we going somewhere?”

 

Squall turned from the bed with an easy smile for his lover and answered, “Yes. I've called and made reservations for us at The Four Seasons.”

 

Seifer grinned at him, “Does this have anything to do with that phone call you received at breakfast?”

 

“Yes. It was Cid and he suggested something that I had already planned on doing. Seifer until this case is over I can't be seen coming and going from my home. I can't put my family in danger, and I can't explain to them why I'm wearing a moustache and my eyes are brown.”

 

Seifer nodded his understanding and asked, “Can I do anything to help?”

 

Squall indicated the smaller piece of luggage that was sitting by the bathroom door, “Toiletries.”

 

Seifer grinned at him, “Not a problem. So am I going to be sharing the suite with you or The Angel of Death?”

 

Squall paused in pulling shoes out of the closet glanced over his shoulder and replied, “Both.”

 

Seifer leered at him and growled, “Ummm, that gives ménage à trois a whole knew meaning.”

 

Squall laughed, “That's what I love about you.”

 

Seifer continued to leer and said, “What? The fact that I'm so vile!”

 

Squall winked at him and replied, “You know it baby.”

 

Seifer strutted across the room and smacked Squall on the ass as he walked by, “You bet your sweet little ass.”

 

After the bags were packed and they had showered and dressed for the day and before they went back out to the living room Squall made quick work of locking certain things that he didn't want curious little fingers to find in the closet safe. Arriving in the living room they found that Carrie and Shauna had finally managed to get the children ready to go and see their father and husband.

 

Kneeling down Squall held his arms open and indicated that he wanted them to come over to him, when they had he gave them hugs and kisses and told them that he wanted them to be good for their mama and Carrie while he was gone.

 

They asked, “Where are you going Squall?”

 

Squall explained to them, “I have to go away for a few days on business, but I'm going to have my cell phone with me. So if you need to talk to me go ahead and call. Now just remember that if it goes to my voice mail it's because I'm in a meeting and I can't be disturbed at that time. But I will call you back as soon as I can.”

 

Giving him more hugs and kisses they said, “Okay Squall.”

 

Going out to the garage he and Seifer placed their bags in the trunk and were soon on their way to the hotel, during the drive Squall transformed once again into the Mafia Prince.

 

Squall was regretting having decided to use a moustache as part of his disguise the spirit gum was starting to irritate the sensitive flesh above his upper lip. In a moment of brilliance he realized that when they went to meet Gene Caraway and associates on Monday he could actually leave the damn thing off and if he were asked about it he could give the plausible explanation that his grandmother, who had also flown in along with his Uncle Angelo, had taken one look at it during Sunday dinner and said that it ruined his baby face and that he needed to shave it off. Ah hell, he needed to go to mass on Sunday too.

 

Checking his watch Squall groaned, “Damn it.”

 

“Something wrong Sweet Cheeks?”

 

He groused, “Yes the rest of the world is going to fast.” Pulling out his cell phone he called Cid and told him that they were running behind schedule.

 

“Yeah, I understand Squall. Why don't I meet you someplace so I can give you the rest of your presents.”

 

Squall knew what they were, Cid had come through for him and he would soon be the proud owner of a driver's license and credit card's under the name Michelangelo Valentinius.

 

“I took the liberty of doing some for Seifer too. I hope that's okay?”

 

“That's fine Cid.”

 

“I hope he doesn't mind the last name Houston.”

 

Squall laughed and said, “I hope he doesn't either. After we get done with our appointment I'll call you to let you know where to meet us with the goodies.” Still chuckling he clicked his phone shut.

 

Seifer asked, “What are you giggling about?”

 

Squall glanced over at the blond behind the wheel and replied nonchalantly, “Nothing much just your new last name.”

 

“And what might that be?”

 

“Houston.”

 

Seifer groaned, “Well that's original. Why didn't he just name me Seifer El Paso, or Seifer Austin, or better yet Seifer Alamo?”

 

Squall grinned over at him and said, “It could have been worse.”

 

Seifer stopped at a red light and turned his head to glare at his brunet boyfriend and said, “Oh, and how's that?”

 

Squall added helpfully, “Seifer Texarkana?”

 

Seifer shook his head and started to laugh as well, “You're right it could have been worse. At least I get to keep my first name. He could have named me Dallas Sherman Waco.”

 

A short while later they arrived at their preordained destination, not knowing if they were followed or not, Seifer played the heavy and got out of the car first and opened Squall's door for him.