Deadly Connections (4/25)
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vigorliTitle: Deadly Connections (4/25)
Authors: Alex ( rangergirl0301@gmail.com ) and Carol (ambrelin2@yahoo.com)
Rating: PG – NC17 (PG this chapter)
Characters: Viggo/ Orlando/ Sean B/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
Summary: There's a killer of young men on the loose. It's up to Sean to find him. But things are not quite what they seem.
Viggo's dreams were littered with disturbing images. He kept seeing a shadowy person, one he couldn't quite make out. He watched the man pace through an overly neat home; he knew what the man was thinking and could tell how scattered and disjointed those thoughts were. He watched, in an almost out of body-like way, as the man went to the pub, flirted with someone that Viggo couldn't quite see, and then took him away, only to see this person attacked and killed. He awoke with a start, knowing that the killer was already planning for his next victim.
In another part of town, Detective Bean also awoke with a start as he heard the sound of his daughter retching into the basin by her bed. The girl had been spending the weekend with her father, only to come down with a nasty case of the stomach bug.
'Sometimes I think Jennifer plans these things,' Sean thought, getting up from the uncomfortable desk chair he had nodded off in and going over to her, holding her hair gently out of the way with one hand while rubbing her back with the other. He honestly wouldn't have been surprised if his rather spiteful ex-wife was doing her very best to ruin the few hours he got to spend with their only child, Lisa.
Once finished, Sean gently eased the girl back into bed. "Do you want some more ice cubes to suck on?" he asked tenderly, retreating to the kitchen when the teen nodded tiredly.
He was just about to head back to her bedroom when the shrill ring of the phone startled him. He glanced at his watch; although it was a quarter to ten in the morning, he had made it clear that no one was to call him this weekend unless the situation was dire.
"What?" he growled into the phone, the ice-filled glass making his hand slowly freeze.
"Detective Bean? This is Pennyworthy, sir. We have a report of a break-in at a club near the murder scene. They have a man on tape, sir. I think you're going to want to see this."
Sean sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Does it have to be now, Pennyworthy? My daughter is sick and I don't want to leave her."
"Sir..." Pennyworthy trailed off, not wanting to continue, but the insinuation was clear. This was Sean's case, Sean's career, Sean's ass on the line.
"Fucking hell. Fine. Give me an hour." Sean hung up the phone with a bang, almost tearing the unit from the wall. He closed his eyes, resting his forehead in the wall, before picking up the handset again.
"Jenn? It's Sean...she's sick and I really need to go into work. I don't want to leave her alone."
"So? You're a parent too, Sean. Deal with it."
"Jenn, this is our daughter we're talking about. Come on. I need to go in... this can't wait." He winced at the loud sigh at the other end, but when he hung up he at least knew that she was on her way. He poked his head into his daughter's room and was relieved to see she was asleep. He wouldn't have to see the look that always broke his heart.
While he waited for his ex-wife to arrive, Sean quietly dressed and got ready for the office. He watched sadly as they pulled away from the house, wishing he'd chosen a profession that didn't demand so much of his time and energy. He was missing so much of watching his child grow up.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he turned to his own car and drove to the office, mulling over what they knew so far. They were staring at three murders, with very little to go on for clues.
Arriving at the station, he was met by Pennyworthy as soon as he made it in the front doors.
"So what's this tape that was so important I needed to send my sick daughter home with my enraged ex-wife?"
Pennyworthy shivered; Sean's temper was well known around the station, and he knew that the detective was just about to boil over. "A manager at Club Zero actually brought us two different tapes. The club was one that was often visited by the victim. The tapes aren't the greatest, but you can clearly see someone, probably male, crawl through an open bathroom window on one and then walk around the place on the other."
Sean stopped dead in the hallway, forcing several people who had been behind the two officers to come up short to avoid knocking into him. "You dragged me away from my only weekend this month with my kid for some asshole wandering around an empty club in the middle of the day? An asshole we can't even see because of the piss-poor security system the club decided not to spend money on?"
"Well, I-I will admit that when you put it that way it doesn't sound worth it," Pennyworthy stuttered, seeing his career go into the toilet in front of his eyes. "But I thought that-that...I mean, what-what if this person is the murderer, coming back to relive the capture? Surely it-it's worth a look?”
Glaring at the other man, Sean growled that as long as he was there, and since his weekend was ruined now anyway, that he'd have a look. But that it had better be worth it or someone was going to find himself back in a patrol car with a female partner, in a very nasty section of town.
Pennyworthy apologized again for bringing Sean in, and led him back to see what they had. He silently prayed that what he thought he'd seen on the tapes was really there.
Sitting in the dimly lit room, Sean watched the films, running them back and forth, staring intently at the small screen. Finally, he froze on a frame.
"Pennyworthy, I want a screen capture of this man. Try to get several of his face as clear as possible. I think you may have been onto something."
The young officer nearly deflated in relief. "Yes, sir," he murmured, reaching forward and ejecting the tape before sliding his chair over to the large computer imaging system across the room. Acutely aware of Sean's eyes on his back, he worked as quick but as carefully as he could. The last thing he needed was for the tape to get eaten or the system to go down.
He pushed his face closer to the screen, the only sound in the room being his hands on the keyboard as he commanded it to zoom in closer on one of the only clear shots of the man's head on the tape. The fuzziness got worse as it zoomed in, and he could almost feel Detective Bean's frustration mounting behind him.
"Can't you make that any clearer?"
"I will try, sir. In a minute." So back off, Pennyworth added silently. "It won't actually make it clearer, but the computer can create a full image from what it thinks it's seeing."
His hands flying over the keyboard, Pennyworthy worked to create the best images possible for Detective Bean. Finally, he had two that were not great, but reasonable. One from the restroom, and one from near the bar. Sitting back in his chair, he turned and looked at the Detective with a smug smile.
"Sir, I think I have something here you're going to like. I think your man from the other night was in this bar."
Sean came to stand behind Pennyworthy, bending to stare closer at the screen.
"Well, Pennyworthy, looks like you're right. Can you print those off and run them up to Wood? Let's see if he can give us a clear sketch to go with this. As soon as he's finished, I want copies of the photos and the sketch handed out to the officers in the area. I want this man found."
"Right on it, Sir."
Turning back to the equipment, Pennyworthy printed off several copies of the photos he'd gotten. Ejecting the tape, he headed upstairs to find Elijah.
The sketch artist was in his normal fine mood, some sugary sweet energy drink clutched in one hand, his pencil in the other, and his book of paper balanced on his lap. He peered at the picture presented to him, his sharp eyes immediately recognizing similarities to the face Sean had him draw once already.
"Old Bean is really obsessed with this case," Elijah mused, looking at the picture and then back at his sketch, the pencil scraping over the page. "Never seen him this focused before, and for once I don't think it has to do with Grumpy Jones."
Pennyworthy groaned and closed his eyes; just the thought of the ornery Captain made him shudder. Captain Tommy Jones was not someone to be crossed. He was rough, gruff, and exactly what Detective Bean was probably going to be in fifteen years. But yet despite, or more probably because of, their similarities, the two men never seemed to get along.
"Don't say that name, Wood. You know he has ears everywhere. All I need is for him to pop up and make Bean more miserable than he already is."
Elijah only clucked sympathetically, not having the heart to tell the poor young man that Jones was already waiting for Sean, and was not very happy.
~tbc~
Previous Chapters
Authors: Alex ( rangergirl0301@gmail.com ) and Carol (ambrelin2@yahoo.com)
Rating: PG – NC17 (PG this chapter)
Characters: Viggo/ Orlando/ Sean B/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
Summary: There's a killer of young men on the loose. It's up to Sean to find him. But things are not quite what they seem.
Viggo's dreams were littered with disturbing images. He kept seeing a shadowy person, one he couldn't quite make out. He watched the man pace through an overly neat home; he knew what the man was thinking and could tell how scattered and disjointed those thoughts were. He watched, in an almost out of body-like way, as the man went to the pub, flirted with someone that Viggo couldn't quite see, and then took him away, only to see this person attacked and killed. He awoke with a start, knowing that the killer was already planning for his next victim.
In another part of town, Detective Bean also awoke with a start as he heard the sound of his daughter retching into the basin by her bed. The girl had been spending the weekend with her father, only to come down with a nasty case of the stomach bug.
'Sometimes I think Jennifer plans these things,' Sean thought, getting up from the uncomfortable desk chair he had nodded off in and going over to her, holding her hair gently out of the way with one hand while rubbing her back with the other. He honestly wouldn't have been surprised if his rather spiteful ex-wife was doing her very best to ruin the few hours he got to spend with their only child, Lisa.
Once finished, Sean gently eased the girl back into bed. "Do you want some more ice cubes to suck on?" he asked tenderly, retreating to the kitchen when the teen nodded tiredly.
He was just about to head back to her bedroom when the shrill ring of the phone startled him. He glanced at his watch; although it was a quarter to ten in the morning, he had made it clear that no one was to call him this weekend unless the situation was dire.
"What?" he growled into the phone, the ice-filled glass making his hand slowly freeze.
"Detective Bean? This is Pennyworthy, sir. We have a report of a break-in at a club near the murder scene. They have a man on tape, sir. I think you're going to want to see this."
Sean sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Does it have to be now, Pennyworthy? My daughter is sick and I don't want to leave her."
"Sir..." Pennyworthy trailed off, not wanting to continue, but the insinuation was clear. This was Sean's case, Sean's career, Sean's ass on the line.
"Fucking hell. Fine. Give me an hour." Sean hung up the phone with a bang, almost tearing the unit from the wall. He closed his eyes, resting his forehead in the wall, before picking up the handset again.
"Jenn? It's Sean...she's sick and I really need to go into work. I don't want to leave her alone."
"So? You're a parent too, Sean. Deal with it."
"Jenn, this is our daughter we're talking about. Come on. I need to go in... this can't wait." He winced at the loud sigh at the other end, but when he hung up he at least knew that she was on her way. He poked his head into his daughter's room and was relieved to see she was asleep. He wouldn't have to see the look that always broke his heart.
While he waited for his ex-wife to arrive, Sean quietly dressed and got ready for the office. He watched sadly as they pulled away from the house, wishing he'd chosen a profession that didn't demand so much of his time and energy. He was missing so much of watching his child grow up.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he turned to his own car and drove to the office, mulling over what they knew so far. They were staring at three murders, with very little to go on for clues.
Arriving at the station, he was met by Pennyworthy as soon as he made it in the front doors.
"So what's this tape that was so important I needed to send my sick daughter home with my enraged ex-wife?"
Pennyworthy shivered; Sean's temper was well known around the station, and he knew that the detective was just about to boil over. "A manager at Club Zero actually brought us two different tapes. The club was one that was often visited by the victim. The tapes aren't the greatest, but you can clearly see someone, probably male, crawl through an open bathroom window on one and then walk around the place on the other."
Sean stopped dead in the hallway, forcing several people who had been behind the two officers to come up short to avoid knocking into him. "You dragged me away from my only weekend this month with my kid for some asshole wandering around an empty club in the middle of the day? An asshole we can't even see because of the piss-poor security system the club decided not to spend money on?"
"Well, I-I will admit that when you put it that way it doesn't sound worth it," Pennyworthy stuttered, seeing his career go into the toilet in front of his eyes. "But I thought that-that...I mean, what-what if this person is the murderer, coming back to relive the capture? Surely it-it's worth a look?”
Glaring at the other man, Sean growled that as long as he was there, and since his weekend was ruined now anyway, that he'd have a look. But that it had better be worth it or someone was going to find himself back in a patrol car with a female partner, in a very nasty section of town.
Pennyworthy apologized again for bringing Sean in, and led him back to see what they had. He silently prayed that what he thought he'd seen on the tapes was really there.
Sitting in the dimly lit room, Sean watched the films, running them back and forth, staring intently at the small screen. Finally, he froze on a frame.
"Pennyworthy, I want a screen capture of this man. Try to get several of his face as clear as possible. I think you may have been onto something."
The young officer nearly deflated in relief. "Yes, sir," he murmured, reaching forward and ejecting the tape before sliding his chair over to the large computer imaging system across the room. Acutely aware of Sean's eyes on his back, he worked as quick but as carefully as he could. The last thing he needed was for the tape to get eaten or the system to go down.
He pushed his face closer to the screen, the only sound in the room being his hands on the keyboard as he commanded it to zoom in closer on one of the only clear shots of the man's head on the tape. The fuzziness got worse as it zoomed in, and he could almost feel Detective Bean's frustration mounting behind him.
"Can't you make that any clearer?"
"I will try, sir. In a minute." So back off, Pennyworth added silently. "It won't actually make it clearer, but the computer can create a full image from what it thinks it's seeing."
His hands flying over the keyboard, Pennyworthy worked to create the best images possible for Detective Bean. Finally, he had two that were not great, but reasonable. One from the restroom, and one from near the bar. Sitting back in his chair, he turned and looked at the Detective with a smug smile.
"Sir, I think I have something here you're going to like. I think your man from the other night was in this bar."
Sean came to stand behind Pennyworthy, bending to stare closer at the screen.
"Well, Pennyworthy, looks like you're right. Can you print those off and run them up to Wood? Let's see if he can give us a clear sketch to go with this. As soon as he's finished, I want copies of the photos and the sketch handed out to the officers in the area. I want this man found."
"Right on it, Sir."
Turning back to the equipment, Pennyworthy printed off several copies of the photos he'd gotten. Ejecting the tape, he headed upstairs to find Elijah.
The sketch artist was in his normal fine mood, some sugary sweet energy drink clutched in one hand, his pencil in the other, and his book of paper balanced on his lap. He peered at the picture presented to him, his sharp eyes immediately recognizing similarities to the face Sean had him draw once already.
"Old Bean is really obsessed with this case," Elijah mused, looking at the picture and then back at his sketch, the pencil scraping over the page. "Never seen him this focused before, and for once I don't think it has to do with Grumpy Jones."
Pennyworthy groaned and closed his eyes; just the thought of the ornery Captain made him shudder. Captain Tommy Jones was not someone to be crossed. He was rough, gruff, and exactly what Detective Bean was probably going to be in fifteen years. But yet despite, or more probably because of, their similarities, the two men never seemed to get along.
"Don't say that name, Wood. You know he has ears everywhere. All I need is for him to pop up and make Bean more miserable than he already is."
Elijah only clucked sympathetically, not having the heart to tell the poor young man that Jones was already waiting for Sean, and was not very happy.
~tbc~
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Date: 2006-11-08 06:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-08 01:02 pm (UTC)Orli comes in at chapter 6.
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Date: 2006-11-08 03:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-11 01:43 am (UTC)Thank you! I'm afraid you may be right, but Viggo should pull out of it. Poor Sean, can't be so crabby all the time. Orlando in a couple of chapters.
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Date: 2006-11-09 05:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-09 02:14 pm (UTC)I think you're right, Sean and the Captain have some learning to do.
More soon