Deadly Connections (2/25)
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vigorliTitle: Deadly Connections (2/25)
Authors: Alex ( rangergirl0301@gmail.com ) and Carol (ambrelin2@yahoo.com)
Rating: PG – NC17 (PG this chapter)
Characters: Viggo/ Orlando/ Sean B/OMC/Various others
Beta: The wonderful Namarie120, whom we would be totally lost without
Disclaimer: We know no one in or associated with this. It is purely fiction. No harm intended.
Warnings: AU, Minor character death, Violence, M/M sex,
A/N: A large thanks to our artists-Cat (dreamerswings42) for the icon, and both Cat (dreamerswings42) and Tina (belil_gaviel) for the lovely banners
Sean went back home to crash for a few hours before going out to try to track down some of the suspects Pennyworthy had gathered, leaving "the kid" to sniff out addresses and other contact information. The boy never seemed to need rest, so it suited Sean just fine to let him do the often monotonous work.
After a quick shower, he headed out the door to his partner's car, slipping into the seat silently and taking the cup of coffee and the bagel with cream cheese offered to him, thanking him begrudgingly.
After the first few bites of the still warm food--sometimes he wondered if his own partner would be a good target for the killer considering the care he took in kissing Sean's ass--he set the food back in the bag. "Who's our first stop?"
"Someone in the crowd pointed me to a couple who live about a half-mile from the beach. People walk by their house at all hours to get there, so it's possible they've at least seen either the victim or our mystery man in the crowd."
"What are we doing still sitting here, Pennyworthy? Daylight is wasting, get moving," Sean growled through his mouthful.
As they pulled up to the small house, they noticed the area. Clean, older, and a bit shabby. The yard had a wooden fence in need of paint, and an older sedan sat in the drive. Walking to the door, Sean straightened his jacket and tie and looked for a bell. Not seeing one, he opened the screen and knocked, closing the door again, and waited.
He could hear someone shuffling towards the door, and tried to put a smile on his face before whoever was there answered.
As the door creaked open, he was met by a very cautious looking older woman.
"Good morning, Ma'am," he said, pulling his badge out," I'm Detective Bean with the Santa Cruz police department. This is Officer Pennyworthy. We'd like to come in and ask you a few questions."
"Margaret, who's at the door," they could hear an older man call from inside.
"Police, Henry. They want to come in and talk to us."
Stepping back, Margaret opened the door and let the officers into the house.
"Margaret, you didn't walk out of the dressing room with clothes that hadn't been bought yet again, did you?" Henry muttered, coming out of the kitchen to peer at the officers.
"Henry, please. I haven't been shopping in weeks. Of course, not that you notice when I do wear new clothes."
Sean glanced at Pennyworthy before clearing his throat. "Sir, ma'am, it's not about clothes. We're just looking for some information, that's all."
"We don't have anything to do with those queers being murdered." Henry slowly moved to an arm chair by the television, sitting down in it. "This used to be a nice family neighborhood. Not so anymore."
"Sir, we don't suspect anyone right now. We just want to know if either of you could give us a lead," Pennyworthy said honestly, a bit too honestly for Sean's liking, but sometimes it worked.
"We don't know anything. Those kids were probably in the places their parents warned them about and they didn't listen and now they're dead." Margaret winced at Henry's coarse words, but the man paid no heed. "Probably got what they deserved. Now in my day-"
"Sir! I'm sorry we wasted your time. If either of you think of anything though, we would appreciate a call. Those boys' families deserve the small amount of comfort that they would get from knowing who the killer is." Sean handed the woman his card, his instinct telling him that she had more to say than Henry was letting her.
Glaring at her husband, Margaret took the card and showed the men to the door.
"Thank you for your time, ma'am," Sean said, "if you think of anything, maybe someone strange in the area or any noises that aren't common, anything at all, please give us a call."
Looking up, Margaret promised him that if she did, she'd let them know, and shut the door.
Getting back in the car, Sean waited for Pennyworthy to start the engine.
"She knows something, I'm sure of it. The nervous way she acted, and the looks she kept giving her husband, she's either seen or heard something."
"I'm sure she'll call us, Sir, soon as she has a chance to think about things a little."
"I hope you're right. Let's head back to the station. I'd like to talk to an artist about that man we saw last night. I've seen him before, at the last murder site. I'd like to see if we can find him, maybe see what he might know."
"Do you want me to run up a few of these address while you're doing that?"
Sean only gave him a sour look before returning to what was left of his breakfast. Pennyworthy sighed and started the car. "All right then. Stay in the station. Got'cha." the younger man mumbled under his breath, pressing his foot to the gas.
Once they got to the station, Pennyworthy watched as Sean weaved his way through the crowded desks and other officers easily, moving towards the back offices where the artists and profilers worked. He sighed and headed back to his desk and the mound of paperwork that was stacked there.
Walking to his office, Sean was stopped by the medical examiner, Cate.
"Sean, I have some initial reports back. I thought you might want them as soon as possible."
"Sure, Cate. Come in, have a seat, and let's see what you have."
The M.E. handed the folder of copies to Sean, giving him a quick summary as he flipped through them.
"Preliminary shows no signs of sexual assault. He has some fresh bruising and scrapes, showing that he put up a fight with the attacker. Cause of death was a punctured aorta. He bled to death rather rapidly. We checked for any signs of tissue under the nails, but they were cleaned out after the attack, just like last time. We did some scraping anyway, just in case he missed anything."
Sean sighed and rubbed his forehead. "So it's pretty much definite that it's the same guy. Wonderful. I was hoping you would have some good news."
"Well, I do have something."
Sean immediately perked up a bit at the teasing in Cate's voice; she always got an I-know-something-you-don't-know inflection in her tone when she had something, whether it was significant or possibly not.
"And that is?"
"This." She took out a small baggy, where one dark fiber was tucked inside. "We're not sure yet where it's from. Could be from the victim, could be from the killer, could be from someone earlier in the night that's not remotely connected to our case. But it's something."
Taking the bag from her hand, Sean held it up to the light. Hard to tell exactly what color it was, but he was guessing it was going to be a dark green.
"Cate, this may not seem like much, but it's a start."
Standing, he gave her back the bag and asked her to run whatever tests forensics could think of to get them any help. After she left, he went back to his desk and picked up the phone.
"Yeah, this is Detective Bean. I need a sketch artist in my office."
Sitting down, he got out a stick of gum, unwrapping and shoving it into his mouth.
"All right, I heard that grumpy needed a sketch," came a much too cheery voice a few moments later, as Elijah Wood swung himself into one of the chairs in front of Sean's desk. "What's up? Have you finally given in to my desire to draw you naked?"
Sean actually chuckled, shaking his head. There was just something about Elijah that was as endearing as Pennyworthy was annoying. Maybe because Elijah was sincere, while Pennyworthy was just trying to get past the hell of being Sean Bean's partner. "No, sorry Elijah, not today. I look like shite, anyway."
"But that's normal for you. I like the look."
"Oh, ha. Funny. No, I'm afraid that this is strictly business. I need you to construct a face for me."
"All right. Lay it on me." Elijah smiled and got his pencil ready.
Sean leaned back in the chair, hands clasped behind his head, thinking.
"All right, male, I'm guessing mid-forty's, high cheek bones, deep set eyes, cleft in chin."
Elijah scribbled on his pad for awhile, asking questions as he went about little details.
"What about his hair, Sir. Long short, bald?"
"Longish, and lighter. Can't tell you much about the eyes, It was dark out. Oh, and a scar-ran from below his nose through his upper lip. Right about here," he said, pointing to a spot on his own face.
Elijah drew a little more and turned the page for Sean to see. "Something like this?"
Sean sat up in his chair. Staring back at him was a very good likeness of the man he'd seen at each of the murder scenes. Now he just had to find him.
~tbc~
Link to previous chapters
Authors: Alex ( rangergirl0301@gmail.com ) and Carol (ambrelin2@yahoo.com)
Rating: PG – NC17 (PG this chapter)
Characters: Viggo/ Orlando/ Sean B/OMC/Various others
Beta: The wonderful Namarie120, whom we would be totally lost without
Disclaimer: We know no one in or associated with this. It is purely fiction. No harm intended.
Warnings: AU, Minor character death, Violence, M/M sex,
A/N: A large thanks to our artists-Cat (dreamerswings42) for the icon, and both Cat (dreamerswings42) and Tina (belil_gaviel) for the lovely banners
Sean went back home to crash for a few hours before going out to try to track down some of the suspects Pennyworthy had gathered, leaving "the kid" to sniff out addresses and other contact information. The boy never seemed to need rest, so it suited Sean just fine to let him do the often monotonous work.
After a quick shower, he headed out the door to his partner's car, slipping into the seat silently and taking the cup of coffee and the bagel with cream cheese offered to him, thanking him begrudgingly.
After the first few bites of the still warm food--sometimes he wondered if his own partner would be a good target for the killer considering the care he took in kissing Sean's ass--he set the food back in the bag. "Who's our first stop?"
"Someone in the crowd pointed me to a couple who live about a half-mile from the beach. People walk by their house at all hours to get there, so it's possible they've at least seen either the victim or our mystery man in the crowd."
"What are we doing still sitting here, Pennyworthy? Daylight is wasting, get moving," Sean growled through his mouthful.
As they pulled up to the small house, they noticed the area. Clean, older, and a bit shabby. The yard had a wooden fence in need of paint, and an older sedan sat in the drive. Walking to the door, Sean straightened his jacket and tie and looked for a bell. Not seeing one, he opened the screen and knocked, closing the door again, and waited.
He could hear someone shuffling towards the door, and tried to put a smile on his face before whoever was there answered.
As the door creaked open, he was met by a very cautious looking older woman.
"Good morning, Ma'am," he said, pulling his badge out," I'm Detective Bean with the Santa Cruz police department. This is Officer Pennyworthy. We'd like to come in and ask you a few questions."
"Margaret, who's at the door," they could hear an older man call from inside.
"Police, Henry. They want to come in and talk to us."
Stepping back, Margaret opened the door and let the officers into the house.
"Margaret, you didn't walk out of the dressing room with clothes that hadn't been bought yet again, did you?" Henry muttered, coming out of the kitchen to peer at the officers.
"Henry, please. I haven't been shopping in weeks. Of course, not that you notice when I do wear new clothes."
Sean glanced at Pennyworthy before clearing his throat. "Sir, ma'am, it's not about clothes. We're just looking for some information, that's all."
"We don't have anything to do with those queers being murdered." Henry slowly moved to an arm chair by the television, sitting down in it. "This used to be a nice family neighborhood. Not so anymore."
"Sir, we don't suspect anyone right now. We just want to know if either of you could give us a lead," Pennyworthy said honestly, a bit too honestly for Sean's liking, but sometimes it worked.
"We don't know anything. Those kids were probably in the places their parents warned them about and they didn't listen and now they're dead." Margaret winced at Henry's coarse words, but the man paid no heed. "Probably got what they deserved. Now in my day-"
"Sir! I'm sorry we wasted your time. If either of you think of anything though, we would appreciate a call. Those boys' families deserve the small amount of comfort that they would get from knowing who the killer is." Sean handed the woman his card, his instinct telling him that she had more to say than Henry was letting her.
Glaring at her husband, Margaret took the card and showed the men to the door.
"Thank you for your time, ma'am," Sean said, "if you think of anything, maybe someone strange in the area or any noises that aren't common, anything at all, please give us a call."
Looking up, Margaret promised him that if she did, she'd let them know, and shut the door.
Getting back in the car, Sean waited for Pennyworthy to start the engine.
"She knows something, I'm sure of it. The nervous way she acted, and the looks she kept giving her husband, she's either seen or heard something."
"I'm sure she'll call us, Sir, soon as she has a chance to think about things a little."
"I hope you're right. Let's head back to the station. I'd like to talk to an artist about that man we saw last night. I've seen him before, at the last murder site. I'd like to see if we can find him, maybe see what he might know."
"Do you want me to run up a few of these address while you're doing that?"
Sean only gave him a sour look before returning to what was left of his breakfast. Pennyworthy sighed and started the car. "All right then. Stay in the station. Got'cha." the younger man mumbled under his breath, pressing his foot to the gas.
Once they got to the station, Pennyworthy watched as Sean weaved his way through the crowded desks and other officers easily, moving towards the back offices where the artists and profilers worked. He sighed and headed back to his desk and the mound of paperwork that was stacked there.
Walking to his office, Sean was stopped by the medical examiner, Cate.
"Sean, I have some initial reports back. I thought you might want them as soon as possible."
"Sure, Cate. Come in, have a seat, and let's see what you have."
The M.E. handed the folder of copies to Sean, giving him a quick summary as he flipped through them.
"Preliminary shows no signs of sexual assault. He has some fresh bruising and scrapes, showing that he put up a fight with the attacker. Cause of death was a punctured aorta. He bled to death rather rapidly. We checked for any signs of tissue under the nails, but they were cleaned out after the attack, just like last time. We did some scraping anyway, just in case he missed anything."
Sean sighed and rubbed his forehead. "So it's pretty much definite that it's the same guy. Wonderful. I was hoping you would have some good news."
"Well, I do have something."
Sean immediately perked up a bit at the teasing in Cate's voice; she always got an I-know-something-you-don't-know inflection in her tone when she had something, whether it was significant or possibly not.
"And that is?"
"This." She took out a small baggy, where one dark fiber was tucked inside. "We're not sure yet where it's from. Could be from the victim, could be from the killer, could be from someone earlier in the night that's not remotely connected to our case. But it's something."
Taking the bag from her hand, Sean held it up to the light. Hard to tell exactly what color it was, but he was guessing it was going to be a dark green.
"Cate, this may not seem like much, but it's a start."
Standing, he gave her back the bag and asked her to run whatever tests forensics could think of to get them any help. After she left, he went back to his desk and picked up the phone.
"Yeah, this is Detective Bean. I need a sketch artist in my office."
Sitting down, he got out a stick of gum, unwrapping and shoving it into his mouth.
"All right, I heard that grumpy needed a sketch," came a much too cheery voice a few moments later, as Elijah Wood swung himself into one of the chairs in front of Sean's desk. "What's up? Have you finally given in to my desire to draw you naked?"
Sean actually chuckled, shaking his head. There was just something about Elijah that was as endearing as Pennyworthy was annoying. Maybe because Elijah was sincere, while Pennyworthy was just trying to get past the hell of being Sean Bean's partner. "No, sorry Elijah, not today. I look like shite, anyway."
"But that's normal for you. I like the look."
"Oh, ha. Funny. No, I'm afraid that this is strictly business. I need you to construct a face for me."
"All right. Lay it on me." Elijah smiled and got his pencil ready.
Sean leaned back in the chair, hands clasped behind his head, thinking.
"All right, male, I'm guessing mid-forty's, high cheek bones, deep set eyes, cleft in chin."
Elijah scribbled on his pad for awhile, asking questions as he went about little details.
"What about his hair, Sir. Long short, bald?"
"Longish, and lighter. Can't tell you much about the eyes, It was dark out. Oh, and a scar-ran from below his nose through his upper lip. Right about here," he said, pointing to a spot on his own face.
Elijah drew a little more and turned the page for Sean to see. "Something like this?"
Sean sat up in his chair. Staring back at him was a very good likeness of the man he'd seen at each of the murder scenes. Now he just had to find him.
~tbc~
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