Deadly Connections (5/25)
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vigorliTitle: Deadly Connections (5/25)
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.
"Sean, I'm just not real sure what to do. You've been working this case for over a month, and yet you have basically nothing to show for it. No suspects, no names, no hints, no hunches, barely a witness interviewed....how long are you just going to sit on this case with your thumb up your ass?"
Sean licked his lips, staring at a dent in the wall beside his captain's head. He knew Jones was an asshole, and he wasn't going to be baited into exploding too soon. They had participated in too many of these pissing contests before, and Sean was determined to win this one.
"Maybe I should take you off the case, Bean. People are getting scared. I can't have you fucking up this case. It's too big. The media is crawling all over it like flies on a fucking dead dog."
The other man could feel his hackles slowly raising at the suggestion that he should be removed from the case, and he bit down hard on his tongue. Not yet.
"Captain, we've been out all morning, talking to potential witnesses. We have a few photos of a man that we've seen in the crowds watching us, and a possible lead to find him for questioning. But there just isn't much for clues! This guy is clever, he can't seem to be identified, he's leaving no DNA, we have nothing to work with. We're hoping this new lead will help us. This guy may not know anything, but it can't be just a coincidence that he keeps showing up every time there's a dead body found."
"So you don't even know who this guy is yet? Why not?"
Sean stared at him in anger and frustration, raking a hand almost violently through his hair. "Tell me, Captain, were you ever actually a detective or were you just born a lazy, small-dicked idiot captain who just doesn't know how long an investigation really takes and has no interest in actually finding out?"
'Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!' Sean swore to himself in his head through the whole tirade, disappointed in himself for being the first to give in so early yet again.
"That, Detective Bean, will get you suspended. One more outburst like that, and you'll find yourself with a two week unpaid vacation, followed by spending the rest of your career with this department riding around in a patrol car. Do I make myself clear?"
Sean looked at the floor, trying to control his breathing. He knew he should have kept his mouth shut, but Jones always brought out the worst in him. He found it hard to believe they had once been close friends.
"Yes, Sir, crystal clear Sir. We only got the shots of this man a little bit ago. I have Pennyworthy up having Wood make some cleanup sketches from them. We plan on running them around the area, see what we can dig up. And Pennyworthy also has a few more people for us to interview. We'll be heading out right after lunch. Sir."
"That's good to hear, Bean. Very good to hear. Because if you don't have a suspect for me within a week, I'm removing you from this case, and all other cases, pending you actually being able to accomplish something. I'd say we'll start with you putting gas in every squad car from here, down the coast, and back again."
Jones could tell from the clenching and unclenching of Sean's jaw that the man was very close to exploding again. He smiled slowly, his eyes daring the other man to lose it, to get himself suspended, to give Jones an excuse to be rid of him.
But Sean only slowly relaxed his body, seemingly muscle by muscle considering the sheer length and effort it took him, before standing. "If you'll excuse me, Sir, I have a case to see to."
Turning on his heel, Sean headed out the door and back to his own desk. He'd just gotten settled again and was trying to find the bottle of aspirin he kept for after these meetings, when Pennyworthy showed up at his door, papers in hand.
"Sir, we have some very good sketches now. I recognized the man from them immediately. What do we do with them from here? I was thinking about copying them and passing them on...to...," he paused staring at Sean and the deep scowl on his face as he chewed the pills he'd just popped in his mouth. "Meeting with Jones didn't go very well, did it, Sir?"
"No Pennyworthy, no meeting with Captain Jones goes well. Let's just take copies of what you have and go see if we can find anyone to recognize this guy. I want a name and address for him today."
"Right, sir. Today. Of course."
Sean could sense the younger man's skepticism, but there wasn't any way Sean was going to let Jones win. Sean was going to find the bastard and, if he had his way, have him booked and in custody for these murders by the end of the next day. Enough was enough.
Sean headed toward the garage, not bothering to see if Pennyworthy was following or not. "We're going back to see our old friends, Margaret and Henry."
As Sean stomped out the door, Pennyworthy grabbed an empty folder and followed, shoving the photos and sketches inside, all the while trying to keep up with the angry detective. Reaching the garage, he found Sean already starting the car, watching as Pennyworthy scrambled to follow before he could pull away.
"Sorry about that sir, had to gather the photos up before we left," he panted, as he crawled into the passenger seat and buckled up. "Should we call first? Let them know we are on our way? What if they aren't there?"
"They're home. Where else would they be? Doesn't look like old Henry ever leaves the place."
As they pulled into the driveway, they noticed the curtains dropping back into place, like the people inside had known they were getting guests. Knocking at the door, Sean waited for an answer with a nasty scowl on his face.
When Margaret opened the door, Sean was halfway through it before she could even get a word out. "You know something, ma'am. And in the interest of this case, I need to know what it is."
The woman looked around nervously, wringing her hands. "Please, detective, Henry is asleep. He - he would be upset if I knew I had answered the door let alone allowed you in our house."
Sean lowered his voice a bit, but fixed the woman with a steely gaze. "Let’s talk, ma'am. The last time we were here you seemed like you wanted to tell us something. You didn't. Say it now."
Margaret looked over her shoulder to make sure that all the noise hadn't brought Henry out to yell at her again. He'd been extremely unhappy after the last visit from the police.
"Let's step outside onto the porch. That way we won't be waking Henry up," she whispered.
Leading the officers back outside, Margaret carefully shut the door before speaking.
"Henry, he doesn't care for those poor boys that are being killed. Says it's God's way of getting rid of the filth in the world. Henry isn't a very understanding man."
"Yes, ma'am, we can appreciate that. But we need to hear what information you can share with us. Please," Sean asked, touching her arm lightly.
"There's this man. I see him sometimes in town, shopping and things. He buys barely enough food for one person to live on, let alone two, so he must live alone. I think he has a home somewhere, he always smells clean and everything, so I don't think he's homeless. I haven't seen him in a while. He's - he's a handsome man, would be more if he wasn't so exhausted-looking all the time."
Sean glanced at Pennyworthy and then back at the woman, wondering why she was concentrating her thoughts on this man. "Okay, that's a start. What else can you tell us?"
"He - he's like those boys. I saw him once, it-was a few years ago. He looked much better. Happier. He was with another man, a young kid, probably no older than those who are turning up - turning up dead. They were holding hands and kissing. When they saw me looking they pulled apart, but..."
Sean felt a slight excitement well up in his gut. "Will you look at some pictures for us, ma'am?"
Looking over her shoulder at the house again, Margaret turned back and held out her hand.
"Sure, why not. If I'm going to be in trouble, I might as well go all the way."
Taking the offered photo and sketch, Margaret stared at them for only a moment before handing them back.
"That's him. That's the man I told you about. I'm not sure where he lives, but it's somewhere near here, I'm sure. Haven't seen that cute young man he was with for some time, though. I should be getting back in. Henry will be up any time, and he doesn’t like it having police hanging around the house."
"Of course, ma'am. You've given us quite a bit to go on. Thank you." Sean stood and nodded at Pennyworthy, watching as the young man collected the pictures again. "You have my card. Please call me if you think of anything else."
Sean and Pennyworthy left the porch, but while Pennyworthy headed for the car, Sean turned and started down the block, towards the next house. "Um, Sir?"
"I told you, kid. We're finding a name and a location for this guy tonight. And that means we need to do some legwork. You do that half of the block," he pointed down the street in the opposite direction of where he was heading, “and I'll do this half. Call me if you find anything."
The young officer sighed. This was going to be a very long day.
~tbc~
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.
"Sean, I'm just not real sure what to do. You've been working this case for over a month, and yet you have basically nothing to show for it. No suspects, no names, no hints, no hunches, barely a witness interviewed....how long are you just going to sit on this case with your thumb up your ass?"
Sean licked his lips, staring at a dent in the wall beside his captain's head. He knew Jones was an asshole, and he wasn't going to be baited into exploding too soon. They had participated in too many of these pissing contests before, and Sean was determined to win this one.
"Maybe I should take you off the case, Bean. People are getting scared. I can't have you fucking up this case. It's too big. The media is crawling all over it like flies on a fucking dead dog."
The other man could feel his hackles slowly raising at the suggestion that he should be removed from the case, and he bit down hard on his tongue. Not yet.
"Captain, we've been out all morning, talking to potential witnesses. We have a few photos of a man that we've seen in the crowds watching us, and a possible lead to find him for questioning. But there just isn't much for clues! This guy is clever, he can't seem to be identified, he's leaving no DNA, we have nothing to work with. We're hoping this new lead will help us. This guy may not know anything, but it can't be just a coincidence that he keeps showing up every time there's a dead body found."
"So you don't even know who this guy is yet? Why not?"
Sean stared at him in anger and frustration, raking a hand almost violently through his hair. "Tell me, Captain, were you ever actually a detective or were you just born a lazy, small-dicked idiot captain who just doesn't know how long an investigation really takes and has no interest in actually finding out?"
'Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!' Sean swore to himself in his head through the whole tirade, disappointed in himself for being the first to give in so early yet again.
"That, Detective Bean, will get you suspended. One more outburst like that, and you'll find yourself with a two week unpaid vacation, followed by spending the rest of your career with this department riding around in a patrol car. Do I make myself clear?"
Sean looked at the floor, trying to control his breathing. He knew he should have kept his mouth shut, but Jones always brought out the worst in him. He found it hard to believe they had once been close friends.
"Yes, Sir, crystal clear Sir. We only got the shots of this man a little bit ago. I have Pennyworthy up having Wood make some cleanup sketches from them. We plan on running them around the area, see what we can dig up. And Pennyworthy also has a few more people for us to interview. We'll be heading out right after lunch. Sir."
"That's good to hear, Bean. Very good to hear. Because if you don't have a suspect for me within a week, I'm removing you from this case, and all other cases, pending you actually being able to accomplish something. I'd say we'll start with you putting gas in every squad car from here, down the coast, and back again."
Jones could tell from the clenching and unclenching of Sean's jaw that the man was very close to exploding again. He smiled slowly, his eyes daring the other man to lose it, to get himself suspended, to give Jones an excuse to be rid of him.
But Sean only slowly relaxed his body, seemingly muscle by muscle considering the sheer length and effort it took him, before standing. "If you'll excuse me, Sir, I have a case to see to."
Turning on his heel, Sean headed out the door and back to his own desk. He'd just gotten settled again and was trying to find the bottle of aspirin he kept for after these meetings, when Pennyworthy showed up at his door, papers in hand.
"Sir, we have some very good sketches now. I recognized the man from them immediately. What do we do with them from here? I was thinking about copying them and passing them on...to...," he paused staring at Sean and the deep scowl on his face as he chewed the pills he'd just popped in his mouth. "Meeting with Jones didn't go very well, did it, Sir?"
"No Pennyworthy, no meeting with Captain Jones goes well. Let's just take copies of what you have and go see if we can find anyone to recognize this guy. I want a name and address for him today."
"Right, sir. Today. Of course."
Sean could sense the younger man's skepticism, but there wasn't any way Sean was going to let Jones win. Sean was going to find the bastard and, if he had his way, have him booked and in custody for these murders by the end of the next day. Enough was enough.
Sean headed toward the garage, not bothering to see if Pennyworthy was following or not. "We're going back to see our old friends, Margaret and Henry."
As Sean stomped out the door, Pennyworthy grabbed an empty folder and followed, shoving the photos and sketches inside, all the while trying to keep up with the angry detective. Reaching the garage, he found Sean already starting the car, watching as Pennyworthy scrambled to follow before he could pull away.
"Sorry about that sir, had to gather the photos up before we left," he panted, as he crawled into the passenger seat and buckled up. "Should we call first? Let them know we are on our way? What if they aren't there?"
"They're home. Where else would they be? Doesn't look like old Henry ever leaves the place."
As they pulled into the driveway, they noticed the curtains dropping back into place, like the people inside had known they were getting guests. Knocking at the door, Sean waited for an answer with a nasty scowl on his face.
When Margaret opened the door, Sean was halfway through it before she could even get a word out. "You know something, ma'am. And in the interest of this case, I need to know what it is."
The woman looked around nervously, wringing her hands. "Please, detective, Henry is asleep. He - he would be upset if I knew I had answered the door let alone allowed you in our house."
Sean lowered his voice a bit, but fixed the woman with a steely gaze. "Let’s talk, ma'am. The last time we were here you seemed like you wanted to tell us something. You didn't. Say it now."
Margaret looked over her shoulder to make sure that all the noise hadn't brought Henry out to yell at her again. He'd been extremely unhappy after the last visit from the police.
"Let's step outside onto the porch. That way we won't be waking Henry up," she whispered.
Leading the officers back outside, Margaret carefully shut the door before speaking.
"Henry, he doesn't care for those poor boys that are being killed. Says it's God's way of getting rid of the filth in the world. Henry isn't a very understanding man."
"Yes, ma'am, we can appreciate that. But we need to hear what information you can share with us. Please," Sean asked, touching her arm lightly.
"There's this man. I see him sometimes in town, shopping and things. He buys barely enough food for one person to live on, let alone two, so he must live alone. I think he has a home somewhere, he always smells clean and everything, so I don't think he's homeless. I haven't seen him in a while. He's - he's a handsome man, would be more if he wasn't so exhausted-looking all the time."
Sean glanced at Pennyworthy and then back at the woman, wondering why she was concentrating her thoughts on this man. "Okay, that's a start. What else can you tell us?"
"He - he's like those boys. I saw him once, it-was a few years ago. He looked much better. Happier. He was with another man, a young kid, probably no older than those who are turning up - turning up dead. They were holding hands and kissing. When they saw me looking they pulled apart, but..."
Sean felt a slight excitement well up in his gut. "Will you look at some pictures for us, ma'am?"
Looking over her shoulder at the house again, Margaret turned back and held out her hand.
"Sure, why not. If I'm going to be in trouble, I might as well go all the way."
Taking the offered photo and sketch, Margaret stared at them for only a moment before handing them back.
"That's him. That's the man I told you about. I'm not sure where he lives, but it's somewhere near here, I'm sure. Haven't seen that cute young man he was with for some time, though. I should be getting back in. Henry will be up any time, and he doesn’t like it having police hanging around the house."
"Of course, ma'am. You've given us quite a bit to go on. Thank you." Sean stood and nodded at Pennyworthy, watching as the young man collected the pictures again. "You have my card. Please call me if you think of anything else."
Sean and Pennyworthy left the porch, but while Pennyworthy headed for the car, Sean turned and started down the block, towards the next house. "Um, Sir?"
"I told you, kid. We're finding a name and a location for this guy tonight. And that means we need to do some legwork. You do that half of the block," he pointed down the street in the opposite direction of where he was heading, “and I'll do this half. Call me if you find anything."
The young officer sighed. This was going to be a very long day.
~tbc~
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Date: 2006-11-13 05:51 pm (UTC)I really love this story.
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Date: 2006-11-13 10:52 pm (UTC)*hugs* Thanks, hon, so glad you're enjoying it.