Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Im Falle eines Falles ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

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The Case of the Missing Exchange Student

Part 5

“Someone is coming.” Milliardo moved to put himself between the door and his fellow `cell mate', ready to defend the younger man if necessary. “Stand back!”

“Forget it,” Wufei snorted. “I have been waiting for this moment a lot longer than you. He is mine!”

The blond detective blinked, surprised, but there was no time to argue, because the door was already being unlocked. The moment it was pushed open then younger man flew, quite literally, into action.

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Treize Khushrenada knew that he had no time to waste. Before too long Catorce's men would realize that somebody was sneaking around in their basement, and that he alarm that he had set off was only a fake. Luckily the guard he had picked up to guide him, was smart enough not to try to be a hero. He had led the detective down here where he claimed his boss was occasionally keeping `unwelcome guests' locked up. He also had told Treize about a young, Asian teenager who had been kept captive by Catorce for several days, but he wasn't sure if the teen had already been taken somewhere else.

With any luck, Treize thought with satisfaction, he might be able to find and free both, his partner as well as their target.

After a job well done, the guard was now taking a well-deserved, and hopefully long, nap. Sooner or later he would wake up with little more than a headache and a bump on his head where the detective's gun had struck him.

Treize eyed the metal door in front of him. Luckily it was not locked, but only secured with two heavy bolts. As he pushed the bars aside to open the door he wasn't sure what he would find, but he certainly did not expect an attack. So, he was completely caught off guard when something suddenly came flying toward him. A kick to the midsection threw him backward against the wall, temporarily knocking the air out of his lunges. Sensing another blow more than seeing it come, he managed to jerk his head away, and the fist that had been aimed for his chin only grazed the side of his face. Still the punch had enough force behind it to make him see stars for a few moments.

“Treize?!” Milliardo's astounded voice reached him through a haze. Moments later the blond was at his side. “Treize, are you alright?”

Treize shook his head, trying to clear his mind. “I'm fine…I think.” He grimaced as he gingerly prodded the left side of his face. “This was not the kind of welcome I expected. Did you have to hit so hard, you almost broke my jaw.”

“Sorry, but that wasn't me.”

The tawny-haired detective turned his head, and only then he noticed another person; a young man who he instantly recognized as Wufei Chang.

Chang eyed him suspiciously. “You know each other?” he asked.

“You could say that,” Milliardo confirmed. “He is my partner. - However, I didn't expect to see him here?'

Treize gave his lover a surprised look. “And why is that?”

“I thought you would be cuddled up somewhere with that green-eyed bimbo by now. He looked like he was going to pounce at you right in the club in front of everybody.”

His partner's expression turned from surprised to offended. “Did I ever give you any cause to mistrust me?” he asked. “Besides, if I remember right, this whole thing was your idea, so you have no reason to get jealous on me now.”

“Jealous, me?” Milliardo snorted, “At someone like him…?”

Wufei felt his ears burn. I did not just hear that… He cleared his throat, hoping to stop the conversation. As far as he was concerned he already heard more than he ever wanted to know about the two detectives. “I hate to interrupt, but maybe we should leave this place?”

“Right,” Treize agreed. “By the way, my name is Treize, Treize Khushrenada.”

Wufei nodded. “I'm Chang Wufei, but I guess you know that already.”

“How did you find us anyway?” Milliardo wanted to know.

“A Good Samarian pointed me in the right direction,” Treize gestured at the unconscious guard. “Shall we go now?”

“Wait! How are we going to get past Catorce's men?” the blond asked. “I counted at least a dozen of them upstairs.”

“Don't worry about them. They are probably still scrambling, trying to figure out who triggered the alarm even though there are no cops in the club.” his partner replied smugly. “Besides, this corridor leads right to the backdoor. Just follow me.”

“Not so fast!”

The voice, underlined with an Italian accent, caught the three men by surprise. Treize went instantly for his weapon, but froze when he realized that Catorce was not alone. A second man, tall and with shoulder-long, dirty-blond hair was aiming a large caliber gun at Wufei.

“Look at that, not there are two of them. There must be a nest somewhere.” Even in the dim light Treize could see the smug grin on the Italian's face. “I'm glad I came back when I was informed that the alarm went off in the club. I have to say, I'm impressed. Not many people would have managed to get this far. You must be either quite skilled, or extremely lucky. Unfortunately, your luck just ran out.” With a gesture of fake sympathy he turned to Treize as he ordered. “Now pull out your gun and drop it to the floor, slowly. Alex here has a very nervous index finger; and he had never missed his target…”

Treize hesitated, not quite ready yet to surrender. Milliardo gazed at Wufei. His eyes widened when he noticed the younger man tensing.
Fuck it! Is he crazy or something? Don't tell me he is planning to… The blond detective wasn't even able to finish the thought, because Wufei suddenly exploded. With a fierce cry he lunged at the man with the gun. A well-aimed kick sent the pistol flying; a second one threw Alex backward. Milliardo, used to acting on cue, reacted instantly. His fist connected with Catorce's chin, knocking the man out cold in an instant. It was only a small payback for what the Italian had done to him earlier, nevertheless it felt good.

Alex cried out in surprise and rage. For a moment it looked as though he was going to try to get a hold of his weapon again, but Treize quickly stopped him by aiming his own gun at him. “I wouldn't do that,” the tawny-haired man warned. “Not unless you would like to take a ride in the back of the coroner's van.”

There is no saying what was going on in the blond's mind; maybe he thought that Treize was just bluffing, or perhaps he thought that he was faster than a bullet. He was wrong, on both accounts.
He leaped forward, reaching for his gun as he rolled up over his shoulder. The detective fired. The bullet hit Alex's right hand, and this time the man hollered in pain. He dropped the gun, and it hit the ground with a clattering sound.

“That was a stupid move,” Treize told him. “Consider yourself lucky that I have never missed my target either.”

Without taking his eyes of the injured thug he reached into his pocked, pulled out his cell phone and tossed it to his partner. “Milliardo, call the police, and an ambulance for Mister Intelligent here.”

Alex, still kneeling on the ground, cradled his bleeding limb. From the way it looked he was probably never going to fire a weapon again with that hand.

 

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Treize had just finished reading over and signing his statement, when Detective Otto walked back into the interrogation room. After the events at the Risqué, the police had taken him, Milliardo and Wufei Chang `Downtown', separated them and questions them for nearly two hours. If there was a bright side to this whole situation it was probably the fact that Detective Bonaparte was out of town, working on a different case, which left his partner in charge of this investigation.

As far as Treize knew Catorce had been taken into custody as well, in spite of protests and threats.

“Can I get you some more coffee?”

“Coffee?” the tawny-haired detective eyed the cup that was standing on the table in front of him and raised one eyebrow. “That's what that is supposed to be? It looks more like something that was left over from cleaning the dishes.”

Otto chose to ignore the sarcastic comment. Instead, he walked over to the table. As he picked up the papers Treize that had signed, he said: “I've just read the statements given by your partner and Mister Chang as well. They pretty much reflect what you have been telling me. It seems like you have been clearly acting in self-defense. I don't think that any charges will be filed against you or Mr. Peacecraft in this case.”

“Does this mean that we are free to go now?”

The detective nodded. “Your partner is already waiting for you upstairs. We offered to have him taken to an emergency room to have his injuries tended to, but he refused.”

That didn't surprise Treize the least bit. Milliardo could be as stubborn as a mule if he wanted to. “What about Mister Chang?” the tawny-haired man wanted to know, as he rose from the uncomfortable, wooden chair.

“We called his host family; they came to pick him up about half an hour ago,” Otto explained. “They asked me to let you know that they'll get in touch with you tomorrow.”

Treize nodded in acknowledgement. “How about Catorce, did his lawyers roll in already?”

“They did,” Otto confirmed with a grimace. “He is still insisting that you and Mister Peacecraft broke into his club to rob him, and that you shot his `bodyguard' when they surprised you. But with Mister Chang's testimony and what we found at the club, not even an army of lawyers will be able to save him this time.”

“I'm glad to hear that. And…Just a little suggestion… If I was you I would take a very close look at this so called `bodyguard' of his.”

Detective Otto gave the other man a questioning look.

“When I checked his hand while we were waiting for paramedics to arrive, I noticed a tattoo on his arm and happen to recognize it. He was a member a special forces, sniper group called the Tigers. Someone with sniper training could easily blow off a man's head from a considerable distance. You are still looking for a suspect in the Brook murder, are you not?”

“Are you saying that the murder is connected to this case?” Otto frowned.

“Who knows?” Treize shrugged nonchalantly. “I already gave you a hint; I have no intention to fully do your job. If that's all, I'd like to go now.”

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Milliardo braced his left side and grimaced as he kicked off his shoes and settled gingerly onto the soft couch in the living-room.

It was nearly five o'clock in the morning; the sun had already started to rise, when the two detectives arrived at their house. On the way home Treize had insisted on taking his partner to an emergency room, and he hadn't taken NO for an answer.

After some examinations and x-rays, the doctor there had only told them what Milliardo had already known; namely that he had some bruising on his ribs due to repeated blows to the chest.

“Are you alright?” Treize asked sympathetically.

The blond shot his lover an irritated look. “I felt a lot better before you dragged me to that emergency room and had that so called doctor poke and prod me. Where the hell did that guy get his medical diploma anyway; a veterinarian school?”

Treize chuckled softly as he walked into the kitchen to fetch a glass of water. If Milliardo still could bitch like that he couldn't be feeling too bad.

“I'm glad that at least one of us finds humor in my misery.” The blond glared at his lover as he returned with the water.

“Here, take these.” Treize handed him the glass and two of the painkillers the doctor had prescribed for Milliardo. “They'll make you feel better. I'm going to take a shower, and then I'm going to draw a bath for you.”

“I don't want a bath; I want to take a shower too.”

“I know,” the older man replied patiently. “But you are supposed to keep your movements to a minimum for the next few days, remember? So, you are going to take a bath. I'll help you with your hair.”

The blond pouted like a stubborn child. “Why is it that you always keep telling me what to do? The last time I checked I was a legal adult who can make his own decisions.”

“But of course you can, Dear.” Treize agreed innocently. “Now be a good boy and take your medicine.”

With a half annoyed, half amused snarl Milliardo grabbed one of the pillows from the couch and hurled it at his lover. “You…!”

Treize gave a low, bubbling laugh as he dodged the projectile and fled the room.

Milliardo smiled softly as he swallowed the two small pills and washed them down with the chilled water. Truth was that he really didn't mind being mothered like this. It wasn't the first time that Treize was taking care of him. And back when his lover first had taken him in, he had been in far worse condition too; just released from the hospital with several broken rips, a fractured wrist and a concussion. One would never guess that Treize had such a soft and nurturing side to him. But the man had cared for him and spoiled him rotten at a time when he was desperate for affection.

He grabbed another pillow and propped it under his head as he stretched out on the couch. A few minutes later a shower was turned on upstairs. Milliardo could hear the water running. His smile turned into a wide smirk. The thought of his lover in the shower, naked and wet, never failed to turn him on..

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T.B.C.

 

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