Deadly Connections (6/25)

[nverland]

Title: Deadly Connections (6/25)
Authors: Alex ( rangergirl0301@gmail.com ) and Carol (ambrelin2@yahoo.com)
Rating: PG – NC17 (R 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.







Two hours and 30 houses later, Sean and Pennyworthy were almost out of what they considered the range for finding any local information on their mystery man. Just as Sean was about to knock at the last door, Pennyworthy called to him from across the street.

"Sir, I think you want to come over here. I've got a man who thinks he knows this guy. And we've got a name."

Sean sighed heavily, flipping his phone closed and heading across the street to find Pennyworthy talking to a large middle-aged man in a tee-shirt and jeans.

"Detective Bean, this is John Davies. Mr. Davies was just telling me about the man in the photos."

"Pleased to meet you Detective. I was just telling this officer that it looks like Viggo. Quiet man, keeps to himself mostly. I believe he's an artist, not that he makes much money at it, or he wouldn’t be living in this neighborhood."

Sean stared down at the pictures. He finally had a name, Viggo. He took out his notebook, not that he felt he needed to actually write down the details. "What else can you tell me about him?"

"His last name is kind of funny, too. Mortensen, I think. Not an American name. I’ve got nothing against him, really. Hardly see him. But he is kind of weird. Never seems to have the lights on or anything, and I don't think he even owns a T.V. We never see the cable company or whatever at his house."

"He ever have people over?"

"Hardly ever. There's this one guy, kind of strange looking, long hair, another oddball. He comes by every few weeks, stays for a day or two, and then leaves."

Sean rubbed at his forehead. He could feel the beginnings of a headache, but there was no way he could let this go. This was the first break they'd had in the past month.

"So, Mr. Davies, do you have an address for this man, or can you give us directions?"

"Oh, of course. Sorry. He lives a couple of blocks over. Turn right at the corner, go down two blocks, make another right and he's in that little rundown looking white house in the middle of the block."

"Thank you, Mr. Davies. You've been very helpful. Here's my card. If you think of anything else, anything at all, please give me a call."

Davies nodded and watched the two leave, slipping the card in his pocket and going back inside, only to look out his upstairs window, where he could see the guy's house. He made it his business to know everything.

Sean had Pennyworthy go back for the car while he started walking towards the house. He wanted time to think without the younger man's incessant chatter. Viggo Mortensen. What the hell kind of a name was that? He smiled sardonically. A murderer's name, obviously.

Pennyworthy took his time, knowing that Bean needed his space. This could be the break they were looking for, and the older detective didn't need it ruined because he let his temper get the best of him. This killer was not going to get off on a technicality.

Sean had only gotten a half a block from the Davies house, walking slowly, when Pennyworthy caught up with him. Crawling into the younger man’s car, Sean asked him to wait a few moments before they drove to the house.

Sean looked over at the young man, watching him as he seemed to size up the situation. Pennyworthy had always been a hard worker, had done his very best to impress the older detective, much like a young sidekick would do with an older superhero boss. But Sean had no right to be treated like a superhero; in fact, he had been downright furious when Jones assigned him Charles Pennyworthy, a kid—a kid!—straight out of the academy and fresh off his mother's milk. But he had done everything Sean had ever asked of him, and more importantly had done his job, and Sean knew it was time to finally give him some respect.

"Charlie, we've been working this case together for the past month, and we've worked together on the last couple as well. I've gotten to value your opinion. This Mortensen sounds like an odd duck. But we know nothing about him. We have two options right now, and I'd like your opinion before deciding how to proceed. We can either go straight to the house, knock on the door and talk to him. Or we can locate the house and go back to the station to check him out first. Either way, we're going to talk to him. But a little background might help us."

Pennyworthy was pretty surprised at Sean’s change of attitude, and it took him a moment to respond. "I...I think we should find the house and then go back to the station and check him out. You're right; we don't know anything about him, how he might react. For all we know, he's got eight guns and a partridge in a pear tree in there. It wouldn't be wise to just show up on his doorstep, asking about a bunch of murdered kids."

"Good choice, Charlie. Let's go find the house, get a real address for him."

Pennyworthy nodded and put the car into gear. As they turned the corner down the street Mr. Davies had told them about, Pennyworthy slowed the car to a crawl and scanned the houses. Spotting one that fit the description pretty well, Sean made note of the number and street.

Pennyworthy sped the car back up and headed back for the station. Parking in the garage, they hurried back inside.

"Go grab some coffee, we're going to need it. Then meet me in my office."

By the time Pennyworthy got back to Sean's office, the detective had already booted up his computer and was in the state-wide database. The younger man arched an eyebrow and spoke without thinking.

"I'm impressed, sir. I didn't think you knew much about computers."

Sean looked up at him sardonically, and watched as Pennyworthy seemed to shrink into his shoes. He left the young man sweating for a few minutes, then turned his eyes back to the screen. "This old dog can still be taught some new tricks, Charlie. It just might take a little bit longer than when he was younger for him to grasp them."

"I didn’t mean to imply that you couldn't, sir. I just wasn't aware you knew anything about how....I'm digging myself in deeper, aren't I?"

"That's fine, Charlie. Let's see what we can find on this Mortensen. I thought we'd start simple, say DMV records, run a criminal check, see what we can dig up. Anything interesting, we'll dig some more."

"Sounds like a plan, Sir."

Several hours later, the most they were able to come up with was that their suspect had an old parking ticket, which had been paid on time, was a registered voter, and had lived in the same house for the past 10 years.

"Well, Charlie, looks like he's been very careful up until now. What say we make a house call?"

Pennyworthy nodded and stood, grabbing his jacket and slowly following Bean back out to the car. "Seems like we spend half our lives in this thing, doesn't it?"

Sean actually chuckled softly. "That's because we do, Charlie. Something which Jones seems to have forgotten, the bastard; real police work takes time."

The younger man, while no longer shocked by the sudden switch to his first name, still found himself bemused by the change--yet he knew better than to ask, and only hummed in agreement. A part of him wanted to be angry at how long it had taken Sean to become more confident in him--he thought himself to be a very valuable asset--but another part of him actually seemed to understand where Sean was coming from.

"Been doing this way too long," he murmured under his breath with a slight snicker, slamming his door.

Meanwhile, Viggo had just woken up. He was still a little groggy, and headed for the shower. 'Maybe some hot water will help."

Stripping out of the baggy sweats and tee shirt he'd been sleeping in, he adjusted the water to a comfortable warmth and stepped inside. Turning to tip his head under the spray, he stood and let the water course down his body. Eyes closed, he let his mind wander, and it caught on the image of a young man he'd seen several times at Club Zero. Tall, lean but muscled, dark tousled hair. Just the thought was getting him worked up, and he unconsciously slipped his hand down across his chest, and grasped his awakening cock.

He could see the young man approaching him, running a soft hand down his body, the hand grasping his cock and pumping it teasingly. His skin was soft and the boy smelled of coconuts and sun, of beach and salt water. His hand would slip into his pants and there, in the darkness of the club, he would whisper dirty things in his ear, things such an angel should not know, things that would only make Viggo grow harder.

He moaned into the steam, the water hitting his body and caressing him everywhere as his own hand moved faster on his hard cock, imaging the boy going to his knees and engulfing him with his mouth, working to give Viggo the orgasm he desperately needed.

His mind filled with thoughts of his beautiful mystery lover, his hand tugged faster - harder on his weeping shaft, until he finally erupted, spattering the shower wall with his seed. He leaned his head against the wall, gasping for breath as the warm water washed away all traces of his release.

He was just starting to straighten up when he heard someone knocking at the front door. Shutting off the water and grabbing a towel, he started for the door. He'd just finished wrapping it around himself and tucking it in, when he looked through the front glass and saw two men in suits standing there, waiting.

"Shit. This can't be good," Viggo murmured, realizing that the taller man looked like the cop he kept seeing at the murder scenes. He closed his eyes briefly, then finally pulled open the door.

"Yes?"

"Mr. Mortensen? I'm Detective Sean Bean, this is Charles Pennyworthy. We're with the Santa Cruz police department. Can we come in?"

Sean was proud of himself for keeping his voice steady. Seeing his suspect before him, half naked and still wet from the shower was having more of an effect on him than he ever would have wanted to admit. He'd never seen him in daylight before, and other than the stubble that covered the man's jaw and the dark circles under his eyes, his was fucking gorgeous.

Viggo stepped aside and let the two men in, leading them into the living room.

"If you'd like to have a seat, I just got out of the shower, and I'd like to get dressed before we talk."

~tbc~



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Comments

[okinay.livejournal.com]

Have to laught at Beanie crunching on the suspect. Don't think that's a very good idea!

[nverland]

Poor Sean, but how can he resist the Wet Viggo?

[foxrafer.livejournal.com]

It sounds awful, but I kinda wish there's another victim while Sean is interviewing Viggo so that it will be easy to prove he's not the murderer! I think that's a sign I may be too involved with the characters (which really isn't a bad thing).

[nverland]

Oh, but if he finds out too soon, what else would he have to do? Thank you, so much. I'm really glad that you're enjoying this.